"Sword Saint Ye, acting so tyrannically, isn’t that a bit against the rules?"
Liu Wuhen stepped forward; he couldn’t just let Ye Qingzhou ’bully the weak’ and kill Zhao Wuji right in front of him.
"You want to talk about the rules of the Jianghu with ?"
Ye Qingzhou let out a cold laugh: "Then colluding with the Western Pole Kingdom to harm fellow practitioners, what kind of rule is that?"
It was clear that Chen Ze had already used secret transmission to reveal the news about the conspiracy between the Profound Pill Sect and the Jiangnan Yan Family to kill him.
Zhao Wuji’s face changed dramatically: "You... you’re slandering ! Where’s the evidence?"
"My word is the evidence."
A treasure light shone brilliantly from Ye Qingzhou’s body. With a wave of his hand, the upgraded Divine Sword Celestial Monarch Armor was already worn on him.
However, this ti, the armor had two golden rings on its back, made from the bodies of two Prince Golden Crows, containing the radiance of the Great Sun Golden Fla, multiplying the armor’s power several tis.
"Earlier, Chen Ze heard everything clearly, and when I kill, I never care about evidence."
Feeling the unrestrained killing intent from Ye Qingzhou, a malicious glint flashed in Zhao Wuji’s eyes.
He suddenly pulled out two crimson pills from his sleeve and swallowed them together, his expression turning grotesque and frantic: "In that case, let’s die together!"
His body instantly swelled, blood vessels under the skin beca clearly visible, spreading like a spider web. With a non-human roar, Zhao Wuji rushed toward Ye Qingzhou at an astonishing speed.
Ye Qingzhou didn’t dodge, his right hand forming a sword point, he lightly tapped Zhao Wuji’s palm.
*Psh~*
With a light sound, Zhao Wuji’s forward montum ca to a sudden halt.
He looked incredulously at his hand, where a tiny blood hole was gushing black blood, and at the sa ti, his vitality and strength leaked away like a punctured balloon.
"No... impossible..."
Zhao Wuji fell to the ground, convulsing. Although he had long known the gap between a Grandmaster and a Martial Saint was like a chasm, facing it in reality, he felt a despair beyond words: "The power of the Heart-Burning Pill... how could it..."
Ye Qingzhou looked down at Zhao Wuji’s gradually cooling corpse: "Tricks and shortcuts will never succeed in a grand hall."
"Next, it’s your turn."
"Then let this old man experience the peerless sword skill of Ye Sheng."
With that, Liu Wuhen’s figure scattered like foam in the wind, leaving no trace, as if he had never existed.
"ntal Imagery, dreamlike bubbles?"
Ye Qingzhou observed his surroundings with interest. His Flawless Sword Heart defeated all illusion techniques and ntal control in the world, but Liu Wuhen’s power of ntal imagery had reached the ’deceitful’ level.
In a certain sense, as long as the ntal imagery was unfolded, the fake could beco real, even with Ye Qingzhou’s Celestial Eye, he could not find a flaw.
"Path of True Illusion simulation and derivation? I must admit, in cultivating the power of ntal imagery, you’re even better than Qi Shengtian and Sikong Jingming."
Ye Qingzhou comnted seriously. Even as enemies, he did not hold back his praise.
"To be on par with Dragon Fist and Celestial Sword is my honor."
Layer upon layer of illusory sounds, drifting from far and near, seemingly from all directions, like surging waves, surrounded Ye Qingzhou.
Then, the scene before him distorted like a chaotic ink painting; space twisted, ti misplaced, and drastic changes began.
Once the turmoil subsided, Ye Qingzhou found himself in a misty valley.
Ye Qingzhou, clad in armor, stood with his hands behind his back.
Dragon Abyss, Xuanyuan, Fla Emperor, Celestial Punishnt, Flying Frost, the five swords quietly hovered behind him, not yet drawn, yet resonating with a hum.
The surroundings warped like pebbles thrown into water, continuously shifting between a vast desert and a deep abyss.
"Sword Saint Ye, I have long admired you."
Liu Wuhen’s voice once again ca from all directions, elusive and intangible: "Does this ’Illusory Sea and Mirage’ et your expectations?"
Ye Qingzhou slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, a sharp gleam in his eyes, fleeting: "The illusion technique of the Illusory Mirage Dragon truly lives up to its reputation, truth within deceit, deceit within truth, reality and illusion alternating, unpredictable, even confusing my Sword Heart."
As he spoke, the ground underfoot suddenly collapsed, countless venomous snakes erged from the cracks, spitting scarlet tongues.
Yet Ye Qingzhou didn’t even furrow his brow, rely stomping lightly. An invisible Sword Qi swept out, and the snakes evaporated into green smoke.
"Sword Heart Clarity, see through the false, reveal the true."
Ye Qingzhou walked forward slowly, each step stabilizing the surrounding distorted scenes: "Unfortunately, the false cannot beco true. This illusion realm lacks a certain authenticity. A simulated path is not a true path, what can it do to ?"
From deep within the valley ca the muffled groan of Liu Wuhen. Ye
Qingzhou was right; against any other Celestial Spirit Martial Saint today, this Illusory Sea and Mirage could trap them for three days and nights.
But now, facing Ye Qingzhou, who possesses both the Celestial Eye and Xiangshu Thinking, Liu Wuhen could barely maintain for half an hour.
The overflowing Sword Intent combined with the power of Thought Ability erupted like a central explosion in the illusion realm, straining Liu Wuhen’s ntal imagery to its limits.
"Ye Qingzhou!"
Liu Wuhen suddenly shouted harshly, and the entire valley seed to spin.
Ye Qingzhou’s vision blurred, finding himself standing on a precarious single-plank bridge, below which bubbled the Weak Water, countless wronged souls stretching ghostly hands from the Underworld Ghost River, wailing eerily.
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