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Chapter 512
Ye Tian smiled and said: "Who says I am not!"

Wuxin shook her head, and said with certainty: "No, you are not, the people in Xuanjie don't have such ingenious and clumsy strength as you!"

"What a coincidence, I don't understand." Ye Tian blinked, pretending not to understand at all.

Wuxin sneered: "Don't try to lie to me, your strength doesn't match your realm at all. I could tell from the beginning that your realm has just reached the point of refining the void, but your strength, and your set of swordsmanship, have obviously surpassed the realm of Dao !"

Ye Tiandao: "If you can't beat it, just say you can't beat it, don't make excuses for yourself!"

Wuxin smiled instead of anger, and shouted loudly: "Come again!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped another palm, and a wave of spiritual power gushed out instantly, like a violent sea wave suddenly gushing out, the torrential continuous spiritual power slammed towards Ye Tian non-stop.

Ye Tian swung the sword, and the sword intent radiated vertically and horizontally. The spiritual power of the three physiques of ice, fire and poison transformed the sword light into a colorful blurred light and shadow.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Wuxin praised him, stretched out his left hand, grasped the Nanming Lihuo sword with five fingers instantly, and the three spiritual powers of ice, fire and poison burst in his palm instantly, bursting out sparks of three colors, green, red and green. There was a crackling sound in the air.

The Nanming Lihuo Sword has no substance, it is just the condensation of the three spiritual powers of ice, fire and poison in Ye Tian's body, and the sword intent formed with his thoughts, but when he grasped it, the sword seemed to have a shape Generally have burst.

The spiritual power of the Nanming Lihuo sword could instantly pierce the skin of a powerful warrior, but when his hand grasped the blade, it was safe and sound.

Ye Tian's hand trembled, the sword body suddenly soared, and the sword energy diffused instantly, Senhan's sword intent rolled towards Wuxin like a violent snowstorm, and the soaring sword body instantly slammed his hand shake off.

Wuxin's expression changed slightly, and she suddenly put the flute to her mouth.

A flute sound suddenly sounded, the sound was indeed sharp and rapid, as if a small sword was condensed with sound waves, piercing through the cold sky and piercing Ye Tian's body.

Although the essence of this sword energy mixed with sound waves and spiritual power can't be seen at all, Ye Tian can clearly feel that sharp idea as if it can penetrate straight into his mind.

After the sound of the flute, Wuxin slapped another palm, the wind in the palm was like a tide, and the spiritual power was continuous.

Ye Tian stabbed two swords in an instant, but one sword was faster than the other, and the power of one sword was stronger than the other.

The two sword intents criss-crossed in the air, and suddenly there was a strong shock, as if someone suddenly dropped two big rocks on the water surface, causing two different ripples, but when the ripples overlapped and criss-crossed, they appeared layer by layer. It caused a shock in the space, and the air was instantly squeezed by the bursting sword intent, making a loud noise, as if it was about to be torn apart in a blink of an eye.

The sharp idea formed by the sound of the flute disappeared without a trace in the shock.

Wuxin laughed out loud, as if he was meeting his opponent, he blew the flute again, and then clapped his left hand again.

Just like that, he played the flute and clapped his palms, and the wind in the palm and the sharp thoughts in the sound of the flute intertwined, and Ye Tian immediately faced the violent palm force and the sharp thoughts in the sound of the flute that seemed to be able to penetrate his mind These two completely different forces.

The elder deacon on the side trembled in the sound of the flute, his face suddenly turned blue and then white, the expression on his face alternately dejected and exultant, his facial muscles twisted and twitched, as if he was about to go crazy.

When Ye Tian was swaying his sword intent against Wu Xin's palm force, he had to concentrate on guarding against the sharp thoughts in the sound of the flute. He felt extremely bored in his heart, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

Amidst the howling sound, his brain suddenly became clear, as if the dullness in his chest had disappeared along with the howling sound.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, like a stroke of genius.

Ye Tian thrust out another sword, and the sword energy surged in the air, making the space vibrate and roar.

At the same time, he suddenly snapped out a finger, and a burst of spiritual power instantly shot out from the fingertip, hitting the sword of Nanming Lihuojian.

There was a dragon chant from the sword body, and the sound pierced the sky.

With the sound of the dragon's chant, Ye Tian let out another long roar.

The sound of the dragon's roar, howling sound, and sword intent all over the sky merged with the majestic spiritual power on his body in an instant.

The sharp idea of ​​the flute can no longer break through the barriers intertwined by these kinds of forces.

Wuxin stopped suddenly.

He looked at Ye Tian in a daze, with a little disappointment, a little surprise, and even... a little joy in his eyes.

He lost because he lost.

Without the sharp thoughts in the sound of the flute, his palm strength could not match the strength of Nan Ming Li Huo.

But this kind of mind can't penetrate the barrier of sword energy, dragon chant and whistle, and sword spirit and spiritual power.

He was surprised because, as a member of the mysterious world, he had never seen such an ingenious and clumsy person as Ye Tian, ​​who was only in the realm of refining the void, but whose strength was far beyond the Dao, and his comprehension was as good as a single thought.

He is happy because he has met a terrible and respectable opponent.

It's okay that the other party came because of the spirit fox.When he first came to the Deadland Ze, when he first met Linghu, he was also greedy. After all, who wouldn't want to have such an elf that gathers the aura of heaven and earth.

But every word and every performance the other party said when they came here were very open and aboveboard.

And the ability of the other party to instantly comprehend against the Flute Demonic Sword made him feel even more terrifying.

Wuxin completely conceded, looked at Ye Tian quietly for a long time, then suddenly sighed, and said, "I lost, you kill me."

Ye Tian seemed surprised by his words.

"Why should I kill you?"

"Because I wanted to kill you just now!"

"Because you wanted to kill me just now, so I have to kill you?"

"Yes!"

Ye Tian shook his head and smiled, "Sorry, I have no reason to kill you."

"Although you wanted to kill me just now, I know you are not a bad person."

"You raise a spirit fox because it is a rare fairy in the world, and you never killed it out of greed!"

"You locked Fang Yan because he was completely stupid. You enslaved him to do things because the humidity in the Deadland Ze was too heavy, so he had to work and sweat!"

"You want to kill me, but you can't kill me, and you admit defeat very quickly!"

"You can't be considered a good person, but you are definitely not a bad person, so..."

"I won't kill you!"

After speaking, Ye Tian smiled at Wu Xin, turned around and prepared to leave.

But at this time, the deacon elder was almost insane, and the Flute Demonic Sword had caused terrible damage to his brain.

Wuxin suddenly handed over a pill: "This is a good medicine to treat him, and it must be taken within an hour to be effective, otherwise he will go completely crazy."

Ye Tian nodded his thanks, and said: "I know you don't want others to know that you live here in seclusion, so I will tell him that you have been killed by me, and the nine-tailed fox has escaped from the Deadland Ze!"

A trace of gratitude suddenly appeared in Wuxin's eyes. He looked at Ye Tian as if he was looking at a friend who was almost completely connected. He suddenly felt that he had lived so many years before he knew Ye Tian. Do!"

He took out a piccolo from his bosom. It was a crystal clear, almost transparent bone flute, but it was made of the bones of some kind of fairy beast.

"If you need anything, play the piccolo and I'll be there!"

(End of this chapter)