The eyes cannot see the Yunbian Sword clearly, but the fog on the tail of the sword is very obvious. It is naturally not difficult to find its location. This small sword, which is not much longer than the finger, contains most of the spiritual power of a powerful divine master. You can imagine how terrifying it is.

I originally thought that Huo Bailing could easily stop the slow Yunbian Sword, but who would have thought that it had inexplicably passed through Huo Bailing's interception and shot towards itself in an unyielding manner.

If it were an ordinary warrior, he would have been at a loss and was puzzled. It would be amazing to have a good grandfather. In an instant, Ling Caiyi thought of several possibilities, no matter which one, she could not cope with now.

It can even be said that the moment the Yunbian sword ejected from the mouth of the Yunbian Holy Lord, Ling Caiyi had already lost, and she lost completely.

Bitering his lower lip, Ling Caiyi was reluctant to leave her eyes. It was useless to want to escape now. This kind of spiritual sword that looks very slow but actually has supreme power. Its rules can no longer be regarded with spiritual energy or spiritual martial arts. It is extremely close to the scope of the domain.

She had felt it when she tried to reach out with her grandfather before. Grandpa reached out to slap her in the face, which looked slow, but no matter how she dodged, the result was the same. Grandpa's hand would gently stroke her face, without exception. From when she was just a war spirit to now becoming a warrior, the process and results of this competition were exactly the same.

I heard from my grandfather that this is the prelude to mastering the rules and opening the field. If you can’t understand what the field is, no matter how powerful you are, the result will be the same.

Ling Caiyi has excellent talent and is given careful guidance from her grandfather. In addition, she has reached the peak of a warrior at the age of twenty. This is unimaginable among the three major forces. But a warrior is a warrior, and even a divine master is far from it, let alone the understanding of the rules.

Of course, when facing the Yunbian Sword, Ling Caiyi did not have to wait for death. Not anyone can get a treasure like Huo Bailing. For Huo Bailing, grandpa felt distressed for a long time.

Self-exploding Fire Bailing can completely break this rule. Grandpa said that Fire Bailing itself is a world rule.

Three consecutive interceptions, but the results were indeed no different. The little sword could inexplicably cross the fire Bailing and continue to move forward.

It was a long story, but in fact, the Holy Lord Yunbian was standing at the bow of the ship, and Ling Caiyi was standing in front of the cabin door in the center of the ship. The distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters away. No matter how slow the Yunbian sword was in the flying, it was just around the corner.

"I'm fighting with you? You're dead. Dead." Ling Caiyi's eyes turned red. Although she wouldn't die this time, the fire was over. Even if she left a trace of fire, she wanted to recover as before, and for less than ten or twenty years, she didn't have to think about it.

Just as Ling Caiyi was enduring the pain and was about to explode the Fire Bailing himself and use its own rules to break the rules on the Yunbian Sword, her neck chills, as if something was flying past behind her.

The scene that happened immediately made her unable to believe her eyes. The cloud-border sword, which seemed almost indestructible to her, exploded suddenly, and the rich energy instantly scattered, rubbing against the moisture-rich air and burning. Sparks splashed everywhere, one after another, and they were clearly extinguished, but I don’t know how many sparks appeared and disappeared in an instant.

‘Ao…’

The Holy Lord Yunbian screamed and his body suddenly jumped upwards like a rocket. In the blink of an eye, he had already flew dozens of meters high. At the same time, he opened his mouth and flew out three Yunbian swords in a row. This was his life-saving skill, and it took decades to accumulate treasures.

Compared with the Yunbian Sword that dealt with Ling Caiyi before, this Yunbian Sword that has been tempered for decades without any fireworks, it looks more ordinary, but contains unimaginable power.

His old opponent is slightly better than the Holy Lord Yunbian, but he never dares to provoke him on his own initiative. It is precisely because of the Yunbian Sword he hid in his body. He has been a Holy Lord for more than fifty years. Even his close relatives and friends, or even the people around him, he doesn't know how many Yunbian Swords he has refined.

At this moment, he used the Izumi Bian Sword while escaping, and there were as many as three at a time. At this time, the Holy Lord Yunbian was not only greatly frightened, but also felt like a knife cut. These were three Yunbian Swords.

Others don't know, but he knows it well. It will take ten years to refine a Yunbian sword that can kill a warrior of his old opponent.

For ten years, I have been practicing martial arts every day, and I have to take care of Yunbiancheng and Yunbiangang, educate my children, develop my own strength, and take the time to polish Yunbian Sword. I lived that life, but I was really not as good as a rich man.

‘Puff puff puff puff…’ Three light sounds, three treasures that could try to kill the gods in the eyes of the Holy Lord Yunbian, but still could not stop the thing that made him creepy. They exploded one after another. In the sky, countless sparks flashed, and a large amount of energy exploded instantly, causing the river torrent and huge waves to surging.

The 50-meter-long giant boat was rising and falling in the waves, and waves of rivers pounced on the bow of the boat. The captain led his men to try hard to stabilize the boat.

At this time, the Holy Lord of Yunbian was flying extremely fast. Ordinary people could no longer keep up with his figure with their naked eyes. They were so fast that they left dozens of afterimages in the air, making it impossible to tell which one was his body.

Ling Caiyi, who was also surprised, immediately reacted to the familiar scene. With a small mouth, she looked like she had touched the edge of the rules, but in fact her strength was just that.

He was delighted and didn't bother to see the man's life or death. He turned around and rushed into the cabin. He looked closely and was stunned. Du Qian was still in the same shape, sitting at the table like a dumb goose. He handed him a fruit, took it and ate it. It seemed that it had been a little better, but the change was not much.

Looking back on the powerful spirit beast that died in front of her before, Ling Caiyi knew that he had taken action just now, and only a strong man like him could have a casual blow to make the God-breaking Master frantically jump. Are the rules amazing? In the eyes of real strong men, only the domain is the foundation, and the rules are just a small part of the domain.

"Hey, are you doing well?"

"Boss, are you saying something?"

"Brother, it depends on you whether you can go back. Don't you do this? Even if you slap me, it's better than now?"

A slap on Ling Caiyi's face was slapped hard, and her pink face instantly swollen. Ling Caiyi screamed and sat on the ground, looking at Du Qian in surprise.

I really slapped myself. It seems that there is still help. Although my face hurts, my heart is hot. If you have a reaction, there is hope. In this ghost place, whoever wants to stay there, I will not sneak out to play in the valley of refuge anyway. The outside world is too dangerous. Let me go back to the mainland.

But when he looked up, his heart sank again. He was finished. This guy still looked dazed, his eyes were blurred, as if he was lost.

"Give me a fruit."

No response.

"Twist me the first fruit in front of you."

With a crisp sound, a fruit on the forehead was broken, and the juice flowed down the pink face, blurring the eyes on the left.

Hell, I said the wrong thing, this guy really threw it away.

"Brother, can you stand up?" Ling Caiyi carefully tentatively. This time the effect was surprisingly good. The strong man stood up obediently, and then he was stunned and motionless again.

Smearing a handful of juice on his face, she didn't care about swollen Lao Gao's face, walked to Du Qian, pointed at his nose and shouted, "You little bastard, if you don't obey, I'll slap...

Another crisp sound was heard, and the intact pink face on the other side also swollen.

After enduring the pain, after dozens of experiments, coupled with the bag and the wounds on my head, I finally figured out something.

The strong man who likes her should not have completely lost his soul, but is fighting against something in his own world for control of the soul. This does not affect his own actions, and even his cultivation level is not affected, but a battle at the pure soul level.

Then it was his instinctive reaction, which was partly due to his past life experiences and habits. When scolding him, he would show anger. If he said something at this time, he would slap you, Ling Caiyi would definitely be beaten. Moreover, his methods were extremely high, and he was not inferior to his old man at all. He could not hide at all. As long as he raised his hand, he would definitely hit him.

If you speak better and speak a little politely, it seems that his body will feel comfortable. At this time, you will have at least half the chance of success if you ask him to do anything, and you will not be so angry that you will not hit her.

He was too attentive and Ling Caiyi didn't notice it at all. Since she entered the cabin, Liang Xiaowu and Nantai Qingye outside had recovered their control of their bodies. He quickly walked to the door of the cabin and reached out to knock on the door, but was stopped by Nantai and shook his head slightly.

With a loud bang, the Holy Lord Yunbian who was running for life in the sky was unable to escape completely. Five consecutive refining Yunbian swords shot out, but they blocked most of the power of the thing. The last blow was much weaker, and half of his body still qidized and disappeared.

I don’t know what method the opponent uses, it is invisible, silent, but it is creepy and powerful enough that he can’t imagine it.

A hint of grief arose in his heart. Is this the method of noble people? He originally thought that with the Yunbian Sword he had developed, he would be able to have the strength to fight the God Lord in a hundred years. Now it seems that he is thinking too much.

Frog in the well, look at the Lord of God with his own eyes, and I don’t know how he died.

It has to be said that the power of the Holy Lord Yunbian is extremely powerful. Not to mention the seventy-two cities of the four countries, the holy Lord who can be compared with it is countable.

If there was not an old opponent with his strength here, and if he was low-key and wanted to give himself more preparation time, his reputation would be a hundred times higher than it is now, and he would be 80% sure to kill his old opponent.

But in front of this noble man who has not shown up, what is he? Is the lamb to be slaughtered? He can feel that whether someone just hits casually, whether he dies or lives depends entirely on his ability and luck.
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