Chapter 2008

Xia Jiulong moves like a tiger and is as powerful as lightning. The sword in his hand startles the avenue of heaven and earth. The darkness is torn and the sun and moon rise together. This sword can destroy a superior environment and stab ye QingHan's throat in the twinkling of an eye.

Ye QingHan's reaction is not bad. His body is twisted, his steps are staggered, and his body retreats slightly. Ruyi Zhong appears in the palm of his hand and magnifies infinitely, enveloping Xia Jiulong.

Boom!!

Ruyi clock turned the sky and shrouded half of the valley. It directly pressed down, the earth sank and floated, and the valley collapsed.

Sing!!

Whew————————

But Xia Jiulong was not suppressed in Ruyi bell, but appeared behind ye QingHan, stabbed back with a sword and killed ye QingHan's back neck.

Boom, boom!!

Whew——————

Ye QingHan stamped his foot and his body was close to the sky, but there was a cold air behind him. The sword had torn his divine clothes and touched his skin, and the most holy golden body was stinging.

Zongyun could not shake off Xia Jiulong's nine changes of stars. Seeing that his neck was about to be pierced, ye QingHan roared, kicked his right foot to the side, reached out to grasp the back neck, directly grasped the short sword and hurt both sides. However, Xia Jiulong ignored the long leg he kicked, stabbed it with a sword, and the law of destruction enveloped ye QingHan. At this time, The silk thread on ye QingHan's wrist turned into all kinds of changes, shrouded in the short sword, and then shot at Xia Jiulong to tie him up.

Ah————————

Although ye QingHan's big hand grasped the short sword, it was torn by the fierce sword spirit. The meat in the palm turned into flesh and blood. Only the bones were like a powerful weapon. Even the short sword could not be destroyed quickly, but the tearing pain from the soul made him roar and roar, shook the mountains and rivers, and startled experts from ten directions and thousands of miles.

Boom!!

Ye QingHan's right hand is useless, but the kick is real. It directly kicks on Xia Jiulong's belly. He stifles it. Sooner or later, he wants to continue stabbing the sword and take ye QingHan down at one fell swoop.

Whew, whew!!

At this time, after the silk thread entangled the dagger, he approached Xia Jiulong's wrist, which scared him to give up. He didn't even come and take the dagger, so he ran away for thousands of miles, because it would be too late. The sword Lord of Kendo holy land, the imperial sword, seized the air.

Ye QingHan breathed a long sigh of relief because he tied the short sword with a silk thread to form a blunt sword, which greatly reduced the lethality and reduced most of Ye QingHan's pressure. Otherwise, this sword must pierce his neck and pierce his throat.

"Who made trouble at my holy land Festival?"

Chant————————

The sword master, the divine sword, came out of the scabbard, and all swords returned to the sect. Like the sword God, he appeared not far from ye QingHan. He looked at Xia Jiulong's escape, but his eyes flashed, but he didn't catch up with him.

Ye QingHan's bloody right arm is bloody, especially the five fingers, white bones, which is extremely frightening.

It's just a sword that hurt ye QingHan like this. If it's a young generation, the identity of that person can be almost determined, but no one can guarantee that it was done by the young generation. Even if the sword Lord saw Xia Jiulong's back, he can't talk without definite evidence.

The sword Lord looked at ye QingHan holding the short sword, his face was ferocious, and asked in a deep voice, "are you okay?"

Ye QingHan twitched at the corners of his mouth, his five fingers bathed in God's awn, blood and flesh wriggled, and the order was reorganized. The most holy body could not be repaired quickly. Xia Jiulong's sword Qi contains too much destruction and mystery. I'm afraid it's difficult to recover without long repair.

"It's all right, I can't die yet." ye QingHan held back the pain, took back the lead wire, and held the short sword in his hand. The divine sword roared and wanted to leave him and return to Xia Jiulong. However, ye QingHan was not willing to allow it. He forcibly controlled it, took out the bamboo flute, mobilized his soul, and directly attacked the soul in the short sword, erasing Xia Jiulong's spiritual consciousness.

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In the distance, Xia Jiulong covered his belly. This foot was kicked by Ye QingHan and forced to attack with poor Qi and blood. Now he was indeed injured, but if he didn't lead the silk thread, he could kill ye QingHan with both losses.

"Damn Sanskrit, it's bad for me to wrap the silk thread around his wrist!" Xia Jiulong's big hand supported his lower abdomen and his eyes were full of discontent. Suddenly, his head exploded and his blood essence gushed out.

Poof————————

This time, Xia Jiulong was really angry. The wound was not flesh, but soul! The spiritual consciousness he set in the short sword was forcibly erased, which means that the soul was torn alive. Although it is rare, it is also the soul.

"Damn it, did the sword Lord help him erase the divine knowledge in the short sword? His soul can't be stronger than me!" Xia Jiulong shouted reluctantly, his body trembled and almost fell down.

Xia Jiulong's divine sense was in a trance. He endured the injury and adjusted for a moment. After changing a dress, he quickly detoured into the holy city and entered the Kendo sect again.

Xuanxiu quickly took him back to the separate hospital. Looking at Xia Jiulong's pale face and more than one injury, he was shocked and said, "Your Highness, why did you suffer such a heavy injury?"

"Damn Sanskrit... Cough, wrap the silk thread around his wrist, or I would have killed ye QingHan! Now, instead of killing him, he kicked him, and the short sword was entangled by the silk thread, which became his booty. I didn't come to withdraw my divine consciousness, but was forcibly erased by the sword Lord." Xia Jiulong lay in his chair and said with a pale face.

"Will the short sword not reveal your identity?" Xuan Xiu asked in a surprised voice.

Xia Jiulong shook his head and waved, "no, you go and prepare me a bucket of hot water and get some soul herbs and pills. I need to recuperate."

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At this moment, ye QingHan is also extremely painful. If he didn't lead the silk thread, he would die. At this moment, he realized how big the gap with Xia Jiulong is.

"What a powerful Xia Jiulong! It's really worthy of being the strongest of the young generation!" ye QingHan said secretly, lying on the ground against a stone.

The sword Lord said apologetically, "Lord Ye, I'm really sorry. I let people destroy the atmosphere of the ceremony and hurt you under my eyes. You stabilize your qi and blood, and I'll help you erase the destructive atmosphere on the wound."

Ye QingHan was not polite and allowed the sword Lord to erase the destructive anger and mystery of the injury. The pure sword injury will recover much faster.

Two hours later, ye QingHan's face looked much better. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was dawn. The sword Lord, Sanskrit sound and Gu Qingyu were all around.

"Lord Ye, do you know who secretly attacked and destroyed the harmony of the grand ceremony? If you say it, I will give you justice!" the sword Lord said coldly.

Ye QingHan squinted at the Sanskrit sound, but found that she kept shaking her head and motioned not to talk nonsense. After all, the matter involves Xia Jiulong. There is no evidence to say that he did it, which is absolutely no good.

"Elder, I don't know who did it, but he didn't get any benefits. I don't pursue it anymore. Let him go." ye QingHan said faintly.