broken destiny

Ye Chengkong's defensive treasure was finally activated before Qingguang arrived, and his expression seemed to relax a little.

boom!

The treasures on Ye Chengkong exploded instantly, and a threat of death enveloped Ye Chengkong, making him feel despair.

The green light dissipated, and Ye Chengkong was safe and sound. However, a strand of hair on his temples slowly fell down. His deep eyes had become a little dull at this time, and his eyes looking forward were out of focus.

"No...impossible, how can it be so strong? What kind of power is this?" Ye Chengkong muttered to himself, his voice was very soft, but it was heard by everyone around him.

Ye Chengkong's eyes looked forward with a kind of confusion and fear. He seemed to be unable to accept what happened after the green light appeared. He seemed to be frightened and was in a state of mental collapse.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling, and he looked very weak. He was in danger of falling to the ground at any time.

Seeing Ye Chengkong's look, Wang Xingli couldn't bear it, and whispered: "You can think of my move as a magical skill!"

Ye Chengkong swallowed, his heart was filled with huge waves, and he looked at Wang Xingli in disbelief: "Immortal...immortal magic?!"

"Yeah!" Wang Xingli nodded: "But this move of mine is a combination of sword skills and techniques."

Ye Chengkong frowned: "How can swordsmanship and magic be combined? Is this the way to create immortal magic?"

Hearing Ye Chengkong's words, Wang Xingli shook his head: "Sword techniques and spells are extremely powerful in themselves. It's just that I mastered this special move by chance, and it is more suitable for me. The sword technique alone Immortal magic can also exist in magic and magic."

"There are... other magic techniques? And, if I heard you right, was this trick created by you?" Ye Chengkong looked at Wang Xingli with eyes full of horror. He only felt that Wang Xingli had a profound background. Now, It seems that Wang Xingli himself is also unfathomable.

Wang Xingli naturally didn't know what Ye Chengkong was thinking, but he suddenly thought that people here seemed to have "flaws", so the words he wanted to encourage Ye Chengkong stuck in his mouth, and he said instead: "Perhaps, one day, You can also master magic."

Hearing Wang Xingli's words, Ye Chengkong's eyes flashed with light, but then dimmed again. After all, he simply couldn't do this.

"Go back and practice hard! You are not qualified to master the magic of immortality yet." Wang Xingli looked at Ye Chengkong, waved to him, and motioned for him to leave.

Ye Chengkong didn't say anything more, turned around and left silently, but his back with drooping shoulders could not conceal his disappointment.

After Ye Chengkong's figure disappeared, Wang Xingli's eyes slowly scanned the surrounding crowd.

After scanning for a week, Wang Xingli said calmly: "Who else wants to challenge me? My temper is not always so good!"

The people around were silent. No one wanted to be the one who stood out. After all, everyone had seen the power of the sword just now, and no one thought he could take the sword.

"If no one challenges me, I will go back first. I welcome the challenge, but I hope you call some capable people to come. Otherwise, I won't be so easy to talk to next time!"

Seeing that no one around him answered, Wang Xingli couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in a nice arc, put Ruyi away, then turned around and prepared to leave, leaving everyone with a chic back.

But as soon as he took a few steps, he heard a voice behind him: "Fellow Daoist Wang, please stay!"

Hearing this voice, Wang Xingli frowned immediately. He had just sensed that there was no one stronger than Ye Chengkong. But since the other party called him, he could only stop.

Wang Xingli turned around and saw a young man in white stepping out with a long sword on his back. He cupped his hands and said to Wang Xingli: "I am Ling Canghe, a disciple of Wujian Sect. I would like to ask for some advice from fellow Taoist disciples. Although I I don’t have the strength, but I am sincere.”

After that, Ling Canghe took out a roll of parchment and threw it at Wang Xingli. Wang Xingli was confused. He took the parchment and saw a map drawn on it. There were several red marks on it. There was a green mark not far from the red mark. Circle.

"Is this a treasure map?"

"Yes."

After receiving an affirmative reply from Ling Canghe, Wang Xingli continued to look upward. There were also some wavy lines and other marks, which made Wang Xingli confused.

Ling Canghe saw Wang Xingli continue to look at the treasure map, so he continued on the side: "I'm not sure what treasure it is. This is my family's treasure map. I really can't continue to explore. The red marks are all The danger mark that the children of my family paid for with their lives. I just ask you to give me some advice. I will tell you the location of the treasure map and the meaning of the marks on it."

After hearing Ling Cang's words, Wang Xingli nodded and said, "No problem, what do you want to ask me?"

"How do I find my sword!"

Ling Canghe stared straight at Wang Xingli and stated his purpose.

Wang Xingli was stunned for a moment, but quickly said to Ling Canghe: "Let's take action!"

boom! ! !

As soon as Wang Xingli finished speaking, Ling Canghe's body suddenly burst out with a burst of blood. It was not an ordinary sense of fanaticism, but like cold air. Small ice crystals soon appeared around him, and his hair It also turned ice blue.

"Is this??? the ability to forge the body?"

Wang Xingli felt the cold aura emanating from Ling Canghe's body, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that there was such a way to exercise.

As soon as Wang Xingli finished speaking, Ling Canghe slowly took a step forward. The ground was soon covered by ice, and it continued to spread to all sides.

Ling Canghe slowly pulled out the long sword from behind, and then Wang Xingli saw that Ling Canghe's long sword, no, it should be said to be the hilt, because it had no blade at all, and Ling Canghe was seen holding the hilt. , the ice crystals continued to extend from the other side of the sword hilt.

"Click, click..."

Suddenly, a long sword of pure ice that exuded an icy chill appeared in Wang Xingli's sight. The chill on it was even worse than that on Ling Canghe.

"This is an ice sword. It is similar in form to the long sword you just had. It was not condensed by my ability. There is an ice core in the hilt. I just activated it."

After Ling Canghe finished speaking, he swung his sword, and an icy blue sword shadow shot out from the long sword. Wherever the sword light passed, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and he let out a chi chi chi sound. the sound of.

"interesting!"

Wang Xingli's eyes lit up, and a red spirit sword appeared in his hand. Flames quickly spread on the blade. Then he turned his wrist slightly, and the spirit sword flew towards the ice sword in front. At the same time, a scorching flame also spurted out.