Hong Meng's voice sounded, and the palm power had arrived.

The huge palms were filled with dazzling halos, and the movements were even buzzing. Although they were martial arts, they still had spiritual powers that influenced their minds. The strong light and sound made people dizzy.

This set of palm techniques combined with the [Great Dream Heart Sutra] is still powerful when used alone, but its attack power can only be fully effective with the cooperation of the [Great Dream Heart Sutra]. Now Hong Meng has a palm, and has an lung meridian, and cannot spit out spells, which makes this set of palm techniques less than 40%. For Ye Qingxuan now, it is really not enough to see it.

As soon as he made a move, Ye Qingxuan pointed the sword energy and shattered it. The palm power with halo broke out like a mirror. Hong Meng felt a burning pain in his palm. When he closed his hand, he saw a purple-green color appeared in his palm. The damaged meridians extended from the palm to his forearm. The pain made him take a breath of air conditioning. It was difficult for him to use the palm technique just now with his right hand.

Although Hong Meng was injured and retreated in a mess, it also affected Ye Qingxuan's suppression of Weng Xiaofei. He had a free hand to deal with Hong Meng, so it was naturally difficult to maintain [Yin and Yang Mine]. Weng Xiaofei took this opportunity to suddenly bulge out a sensation of energy and push himself away from Ye Qingxuan's control.

Weng Xiaofei suddenly got rid of Ye Qingxuan and quickly opened the distance. Lu Da's ghost fog was filled in time, blocking Ye Qingxuan's pursuit.

From leaving to hiding, there was less than a breath in front and back. Ye Qingxuan watched Weng Xiaofei retreat into the ghost fog, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his body suddenly turned back, falling to the ground like a free fall. His rapid dive actually exceeded Lu Da's ghost fog.

Hong Meng, who was directly below him, was so scared that he hurriedly avoided him, worried that Ye Qingxuan would chase him ruthlessly, but Ye Qingxuan didn't even look at him and fell straight towards the Buddhist temple square. Only then did Hong Meng notice in her eyes that she had been shrinking and leaving Zhu Yang, the "sick dragon" in the square.

Oh, not good!

"Do not to go—" Hong Meng roared loudly, sending a warning message.

"Sick Dragon" Zhu Yang also realized that something big was not good. Everyone else was far away from him and could not rescue him at all. Even if he wanted to escape, he had no confidence to get rid of Ye Qingxuan's pursuit.

In desperation, Zhu Yang could only fight his best to fight, hoping to block Ye Qingxuan's attack and meet with Hong Meng, Lu Da and Weng Xiaofei.

Zhu Yang bit off the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood to stimulate the potential of his whole body. He put his palms together in front of his chest and shouted: "The will of heaven is united, and the blade of the infinite sword!"

clang!

Zhu Yang's body suddenly surged, and the golden light covered his whole body, turning into an invincible sharp golden sword, slashing towards Ye Qingxuan who was hitting down.

Zhu Yang sacrifices his life as a knife to cut through the sky, and his momentum can cut through the sun and the moon.

Ye Qingxuan poked his palm into a sword, falling from the sky, like the bright moon falling to the earth, hitting the sharpest part of Zhu Yang's blade...

The desperate action of both sides made Weng Xiaofei and others shocked the scene. The showdown at White Horse Temple had already alarmed the whole city. Many martial arts celebrities turned into afterimages and pounced on the highest peak nearby, looking into the distance. At this moment, this move made all these masters feel terrible.

Bo--

A diffuse ripples formed in the air in Luodu City, and the beauty of the stars in the universe suddenly bloomed.

Ye Qingxuan disappeared.

In the center of the square where more than a hundred statues of Arhats were erected, a huge hole appeared, which was bottomless; in the air, there was a golden knife broken into two pieces, divided into two halves, each flying in different directions, and the pouring sword energy cut the streets on the ground out of nearly a hundred feet of gullies.

Ye Qingxuan's sword cut off the "sick dragon" Zhu Yang's blade and divided his body into two halves.

Successfully killed the "sick dragon" Zhu Yang, but this did not meet his wishes.

According to Ye Qingxuan's plan, this battle should have been to kill Weng Xiaofei or Lu Da, so that he can ensure that there will be no strong enemy in the duel tonight.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yangshe's life blow is still powerful. Although Ye Qingxuan successfully killed him, he still suffered from the injury that had to regulate his breathing. Even if he wanted to kill him, he had to take into account the decisive battle at night.

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The starry sky tonight is particularly beautiful, with dense and layered stars covering the sky and the earth.

Unfortunately, no moon.

There was a tranquility in front of Tai Chi Palace. In fact, the entire imperial city fell into silence, and even the guards of the imperial city were gone.

Judging from the appearance, it is impossible to see that a battle that will determine the final fate of the Central Plains dynasty will be staged here.

The night is as cool as water.

A huge stone tablet was erected before the gate of the imperial city. The stone tablet was almost as high as the city gate. It was carved from a whole piece of white marble. Only four big characters were written on the square stele - "Those who enter the wrong way die"!

Ye Qingxuan walked alone from the empty square, came to Jinshui Bridge, looked at the stone tablet in front of the bridge, and then walked past, facing the red door of the imperial city.

Under the starlight, there was light in front and behind Ye Qingxuan. After passing the dark city gate, it was inside the imperial city.

At this time, in the seemingly empty world, there were countless eyes staring at him silently. Even if Ye Qingxuan did not expand his spiritual sense, he could clearly sense these gazes of no less than a thousand.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly roared to the sky, and couldn't help but a song rose up in sarcasm—

The heroes in the world are born out of us, and as soon as we enter the world, time is urging us.

The great master's career is a joke, and life is drunk.

Holding a sword and crossing the cavalry and wielding the ghost rain, the bones are astonished as a mountain bird.

The world is like a trendy person like water, and I only sigh that a few people from the world have returned.

Ye Qingxuan walked past the dark door hole, and there was a huge square in front of him. The towering Chengtian Gate stood in front and behind, forming a small urn city. After passing Chengtian Gate, it was the inner city.

Ye Qingxuan stepped on the square in front of the gate and slowly passed through Chengtian Gate. The huge square nearly five hundred feet was paved with white marble. Far away from Ye Qingxuan's goal, it was the supreme power center of the Daxia court, Taiji Hall.

In the center of the square, above a huge Huabiao, a figure looked at the stars in the sky proudly, waiting silently for Ye Qingxuan's arrival.

It's already midnight.

When Ye Qingxuan fell and stopped moving, it was just the time when the decisive battle began, not one minute or one second later.

Within almost no time, countless figures appeared on the high walls and roofs around five hundred feet away. In addition to the confrontation between the two sides, there were some martial arts celebrities who were watching the victory or defeat on the high walls on both sides.

Yan Gongzhan, wearing a golden brocade robe, looked up at the sky and said nothing for a long time. Finally, when Ye Qingxuan stopped, he sighed slightly, "On the full moon night, the top of the Forbidden City... It's a pity that there is no moon tonight, but the top of the Forbidden City can satisfy you..."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and said, "Is Mr. Yan here to welcome guests?"
Chapter completed!