"Boy, what's your name? This saint son just lacks a servant who is in charge. I think you're good." Saint son Jin Yang stared at Ye Jian, raised his chin slightly, and spoke indifferently.

His eyes looked down at the front, with a look of high above his eyes.

Ye Jian shook his head and said, "You are not worthy."

The disdainful eyes made the Holy Son of Jin Yang frown slightly, his expression became gloomy, and then the cold light in his eyes was filled with light, "Since that's the case, then you go and die,"

"It is your honor to be able to die at my hands."

As he said that, he walked towards Ye Jian step by step, with a very relaxed expression. In his opinion, dealing with Ye Jian himself was a waste of his power, and he used a slaughter to kill chickens, but he was bored anyway, so why not have some fun.

Ye Jian saw the other party's underestimation. He stood there and did not move, his spine straight as if it was a sword, a sword about to be unsheathed, and the sharp aura of the swordsman filled the surroundings.

The Holy Son of Jin Yang smiled coldly and suddenly raised his hand.

Puff.

The invisible sharp blade rubbed Ye Jian's neck and drew a crack nearly a hundred meters long on the ground. As for why he didn't hit it, it was not because of the mercy of Jin Yang's Holy Son, but Ye Jian's body slightly tilted at the critical moment and avoided the attack.

"not bad."

Jin Yang Shengzi curled his lips.

"You can also take my sword."

Ye Jian sneered, and the top-grade Xuan Jian came out of his sleeves, with bright golden lights. He followed the trend from bottom to top, and the sword light was magnificent.

Boom.

The Holy Son of Jin Yang underestimated Ye Jian. He did not expect that Ye Jian's sword drawing speed was so fast and so unexpected that he had no time to dodge, so he had to set up an indestructible mysterious barrier in front of him, and quickly thicken and widen.

The soul sword light, stimulated by the killing sword intent, impacted the mysterious barrier, and the ground began to collapse and crack, and the broken trees around it split into ashes with a pop of thunder, turning into ashes. Jin Yang's Holy Son himself was caught off guard and took more than ten steps in a row before he could resolve the impact of the sword intent.

With a wave of his hand, Jin Yang Shengzi glanced at his left shoulder. A piece of shawl was peeled off, and his fine hair was flying in front of him, his face looked very ugly.

"Very good, you finally made me interested. I don't know how to block the next move." Saint Son Jin Yang looked a little solemn. Ye Jian was not as easy to solve as he imagined. Of course, he had not regarded Ye Jian as a strong enemy, but was just a little serious.

"Dust Escape Storm."

The Holy Son of Jin Yang suddenly opened his mouth and blew it forward. Suddenly, the air in front quickly condensed, and a series of mysterious powers surged out, condensed with the air, turning into countless transparent blades and shooting out.

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The sound of metal explosion sounded, and Ye Jian shattered the transparent blade with one sword after another. Because the sword speed was too fast, it felt like he had only produced three or four swords. In fact, he had produced at least twenty swords, and each sword would cut all the straight air blades.

"Hmph, die for me."

The soil under his feet collapsed, and the Holy Son of Jinyang took a step forward. As he stepped out, more transparent blades were formed and rotated wildly with one point as the center to create a tornado blade that was nearly fifty feet long. The front end of the tornado blade was conical and rushed towards Ye Jian at high speed.

"Nine Nine Guiyuan Sword Formation, Lihuo, come out."

Feeling a strong sense of urgency, Ye Jian frowned slightly, then he lit up his eyebrows, and the soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness immediately rolled, and the golden power was vast. Nine tiny red sword souls were seen flying out, condensed soul power, and formed a mysterious sword formation, which was pushed by the killing sword intent and turned into a sharp blow.

As Ye Jian pointed out, nine red sword lights suddenly burst out, shattering the air in front of him, as if the sky and the earth were also cracked. The horizontal dragon blade gushing out from it, splitting into two, causing the attack of Jin Yang Shengzi to fail.

"Impossible, how could his sword intent be so powerful?" The Holy Son of Jinyang finally changed color. In the Jinlie clan, he condensed his martial soul a year ago. His will is equivalent to the early stage of the Yuanji realm in the outside world. After the combination of will and soul power turned into mysterious power, the attack became several times more aggressive, which was definitely not inferior to the martial arts will of the middle stage of the Yuanji realm. Ye Jian was able to block his full attack. Isn't it that the opponent's sword intent is the Venerable-level sword intent. A person who looks younger than him already has the Venerable-level sword intent, which is simply incredible, unless he is the saint son of the eight major saints.

Because the two of them were too busy fighting, everyone nearby saw this scene. Seeing this, the humans on the surface were immediately excited and their morale increased a lot. The humans under the ground first showed a look of surprise on their faces, and then turned to fear.

"Oh my God, that young man can actually tie with His Highness the Son."

"It's incredible, and his cultivation seems to be lower than that of His Holy Son. Is this an outsider?"

"Does all outsiders have this strength?"

For a moment, the morale of the underground people was shaken, and when the Holy Son of Jin Yang heard these words, his face became extremely gloomy.

At the critical moment, a venerable who was following the Son of Jinyang, Venerable Boyi, stood up and spoke to stabilize the morale of the army.

"Idiot, His Highness the Son has not used all his strength at all."

The troops off the field finally calmed down, but everyone was still suspicious.

The Holy Son of Jin Yang stared at Ye Jian, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Originally, I didn't want to kill you, but in order to protect the face of my Son, you must die today."

Ye Jian sneered and said, "It just so happens that I want to confirm my new power in you,"

After saying that, his sea of ​​consciousness shook, and the golden soul power boiled, secreting into a thread, wisps, wrapped like silk, and it turned out to be the soul-turning silk.

"oh."

Soul-turned into silk, without the correct guidance, Ye Jian actually did it. Jin Yang Shengzi seemed a little surprised, but his eyes were still full of disdain, and he shook his head and sighed: "It's useless. Even if you understand the soul-turned into silk and reach the state of subtle power, it will never be able to stop me in his heyday,"

"Is that right?" Ye Jian sneered, and did not get any blows, but said slowly: "The so-called mysterious power in your mouth is the combined power of the soul and will. I think it should be condensed like this."

As he said, a golden breath came out from the index finger of his left hand, as small as silk, soft as silk, and fluttered in the wind. However, as the black and sharp breath on his right hand approached, gradually merged, the golden soul silk suddenly straightened up and turned into a black silk, which was still small, but the hardness was more than several times that before.

"Not impossible."

When the Holy Son of Jin Yang saw this scene, he suddenly screamed with a terrifying look on his face, looking at Ye Jian with a horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

A person from outside could actually find a way to condense mysterious power without the guidance of local monks. If this matter is spread, I am afraid that the entire underground world will be shocked.

"You must die today."

Feeling the powerful threat of Ye Jian's existence, the Holy Son of Jin Yang roared, spread his hands open, as if he was holding an invisible ball, and blasted towards Ye Jian hard.

Scratch.

The ground was plowed out a straight line with a semicircular arc. The trace formed so quickly that it seemed to be formed suddenly without any signs. At that moment, Ye Jian and the people near Ye Jian all felt that time seemed to be frozen, the space was frozen, and the impact of Jin Yang's mysterious power made his mind dull.

"High-magnitude mysterious power."

Ye Jian's heart tightened. The strength of Jin Yang's Holy Son cannot be underestimated. This mysterious impact is implemented and it will be ruined even if it is not dead.

"But it doesn't mean there is no weakness."

The mysterious power condenses into a spherical shape, and the destructive power is the strongest, but it is precisely because it is a spherical shape that it is difficult to perfectly perfect. The soul power is activated to the extreme. Ye Jian hits the weaker point of the spherical mysterious power with one sword, which is the most imperfect and unstable place for the connection.

Bo.

The spherical mysterious force dispersed, and a big pit was blown up.

The super-level attack of Jin Yang Shengzi did not pose much threat to Ye Jian, and it felt like the illusion of heavy thunder and little rain.

The sword worked, Ye Jian took a step forward, and the second sword was swung before the Holy Son of Jin Yang.

puff.

This sword was a mysterious power that he condensed with the soul power and the sword intent of killing. The Holy Son of Jinyang could not block it. He spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards with a pale face.

"Son of the Holy Son."

The two venerables were shocked. They knew the strength of Jin Yang's Holy Son best. They were definitely the leader among their peers and the strongest ones under the venerable. They could rank among the top five among the younger generations in the clan. Otherwise, they would not have become one of the candidates for the next tribe leader of the Jinlie clan. At this moment, they were defeated by the silver-haired swordsman who was younger than the venerable son.

"The strength has actually increased by five times."

Ye Jian was also surprised. Although he knew that the power of the mysterious power of the soul power and the sword intent of the killing will increase on the original basis, he did not expect that it would increase by five times.

His soul cultivation is in the early stage of the Four Changes. The natural strength of the soul makes the soul power in his sea of ​​consciousness comparable to the late stage of the Four Changes. Now he has mastered the method of condensing mysterious power, and his power has increased by five times again, directly reaching the peak of the Four Changes, comparable to the half-step Venerable here.

The reason why the mysterious power he condensed has such powerful power is ultimately because of the second-level Dacheng's killing sword intent. The second-level Dacheng's killing sword intent is too powerful. Even a strong man in the Yuanji realm can not understand it.

"But it's still a shortcoming. Although I can condense mysteries by using my own exploration method, the speed of condensation is too slow. Moreover, I feel that there is a sense of obscureness in the process of condensation, and it cannot be as refreshing as the true energy. This condensation method is not fast enough to be used in combat, and is limited to explosive blows."

Ye Jian kept analyzing in his mind.

"Bastard, I want you to die,"

boom.
Chapter completed!