My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 392 The person this Pavilion Master is looking for is Feng Xinling

The aura bloomed, and Luo Qinghan's figure disappeared from the spot in Ye Wuyou's sight.

After practicing till now, I have already developed an invisible sense of the unknown.

An extremely strong sense of life and death crisis arose in my heart.

Ye Wuyou's aura suddenly emerged almost uncontrollably.

Accompanied by extremely abrupt voice-over.

[It's just a trivial trick, how dare I show off in front of you? You have sharp eyes and have seen through it all. I only need to make a slight move to control the crane and capture the dragon in front of me.]

A wisp of energy blooms in front of him.

next moment.

It was hard to tell whether it was instinct or due to the narration, but Ye Wuyou's fingertips shook slightly, and he crossed his hands in front of his body, and ripples suddenly appeared between his palms.

The surging energy that was emanating uncontrollably from Ye Wuyou's body turned into thousands of threads at this moment, and turned into visible energy threads in the palm of his hand, and then the threads turned into a stagnant liquid.

If you take the time to look carefully, you will find that a ripple like an extremely viscous liquid suddenly appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

This is not just about the condensation of Qi into substance, but also the control of Qi to a higher level.

This should have been a method of the sixth realm, and Ye Wuyou had no way of being involved. But now, due to the special nature of this place, an ordinary wisp of Qi can burst out with three times the power of the past, which is why this scene can be created.

After the rumbling sound, a palm quietly appeared in front of Ye Wuyou on the dusty northern plain.

In the end, it froze just inches in front of him.

Everything is just a moment.

"what."

A surprised exclamation came from the front.

The figure seemed a little surprised.

What was surprising was how Ye Wuyou could suddenly react without being noticed and create such magical powers to protect himself.

But Ye Wuyou was not surprised.

Facing this unknown person in front of him, his subconscious reaction at this moment was not to protect himself as the narrator said.

But swinging the knife.

Canglang——

The long sword with a red blade was unsheathed. Ye Wuyou grasped the sword with his backhand, and suddenly exerted force with his slender five fingers. His sleeves were blown by the whistling energy and kept swelling like waves.

Without further ado, the knife had already fallen.

The sharp blade touched the arm of the man in front of him.

The hand that seemed to be stuck and unable to move only slightly raised its fingertips.

The constantly accumulating energy at this moment all rolled back from the blade, and a huge force came, bouncing the blade high up.

The sleeves that were bulging like waves became restrained and tight at this moment, and then suddenly broke into rags.

Ye Wuyou's face fell silent, and then the force continued to spread from his chest, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably, ten feet, a hundred feet, until he hit a huge rock that was arched up by the earth rumbling, smashing it to pieces and sinking deeply into it.

All this happened in just a moment in the eyes of the three wolves standing by.

The wolf demon's emerald pupils suddenly widened. He could not see the magical powers that Ye Wuyou had just displayed. He only saw a figure appear in front of Ye Wuyou and stretched out his hand towards Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou swung the knife with his backhand.

Then, he was knocked away with a loud bang, and no trace of him was found, whether he was dead or alive.

There was icy frost floating in the air.

Luo Qinghan's figure had already appeared on the scene, and he slapped a palm mixed with biting frost in front of him.

The man raised his head slightly and looked at Luo Qinghan, his expression seemed slightly different.

Similarly, he delivered a backhand palm.

Something extremely strange happened.

Even though the woman's aura was surging at the moment, and there was a frost howling in the sky with every move she made, she was still...

Not a sound was made.

If Ye Wuyou's backhand knife just now was comparable to a thunderclap out of the blue, it was not only powerful but also extremely sharp.

Now everything is completely opposite to Ye Wuyou.

Quiet, quiet.

Everything was quiet.

The two palms crossed, the qi collided, and the magical power that should have been a huge blow made a loud noise, but at this moment there was no movement at all.

The woman's sleeves were calm without a ripple.

But after absolute silence, the next moment, a sudden roar arose.

With the place where the two men fought as the center of the circle, the ground around them surged like waves, and then exploded layer by layer.

A flash of sword flashed by, cutting through the smoke and brushing away the fog.

The shadows of the sun and the moon echoed above the tip of the sword.

The Qi turned into a sharp blade, and the sword edge condensed into a line.

In an instant, thunder and lightning arose from the ground.

The three figures intersected, but separated in an instant. Luo Qinghan first took a step back, stepped on his toes, and stopped abruptly.

But then she frowned and retreated ten steps again.

The whistling sword energy first raised a cloud of dust, but then it shattered the dust into pieces.

The figure opposite appeared.

The figure was still standing in front, but he moved a few inches and took a half step back to avoid the sharp sword move.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black and red robe tightly tied around his body. He had a simple face and his eyes swept around calmly.

His gaze fixed slightly on the second unsheathed sword behind Lu Caiwei.

"If you draw your sword again, I will show no mercy." said the man.

Lu Caiwei turned a deaf ear to it.

Facing the person in front of her, she simply stretched out her hand, wanting to draw the second sword.

The sword light echoed again, but was blocked by Luo Qinghan's hand.

Luo Qinghan shook his head at Lu Caiwei, signaling her to stay calm, and then looked forward.

The person who came was the Pavilion Master of Lingxue Pavilion, Xing Dao.

He finally asked calmly.

"Luo Qinghan, I heard that you had a conflict with your master and then left the Five Elements Sect. Why are you here now?"

However, in response to his questioning, Luo Qinghan simply responded indifferently.

"It seems that where Qinghan is has nothing to do with the Pavilion Master, but as the Pavilion Master who is supposed to guard [Annihilation], why did you appear in Qingqiu? And what did the Pavilion Master want to do in that scene just now? Could it be that everyone in Lingxue Pavilion is so indiscriminate?"

A hundred feet away.

Ye Wuyou stepped out from the rubble, with the blade standing upright on the ground. He coughed lightly twice, then wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

To be honest, I have been too comfortable recently and haven't suffered such a serious injury in a long time.

In other words, it is rare for someone to be knocked away by a single blow.

The last time there was such a huge gap between them... maybe it was when I first met Lu Qingshan in Tianlao.

He knew that the person was the Pavilion Master of Lingxue Pavilion and he had met him once before.

But why did he appear in Qingqiu?

Why would he do this to me?
Is it because I killed Ji Wuye?
Do not……

If that Pavilion Master really valued Ji Wuye that much, he would not have been able to leave so easily during the Daxuan period.

He could feel the Pavilion Master's genuine murderous intent towards him, but before this, even after Ji Wuye's death, the Pavilion Master had never had such a strong murderous intent towards him.

"Boy, this person is weird, and this place is weird too. My intuition suggests that you retreat first." Feng Xinling's words rang in his mind.

Strange?
That's right.

Qingqiu was destroyed, the demons united, the earth wailed, the dead came back to life, the Luo River surged, and now it is Beiyuan...

From the moment he set foot in Beiyuan, Ye Wuyou felt something strange.

Even if it was a little strange, Ye Wuyou didn't think it was strange.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, his right eye flushed bloodshot, taking in everything in front of him.

A hundred feet away.

Luo Qinghan's words reached Xing Dao's ears clearly.

However, he didn't care. He just raised his eyes slightly, looked forward, penetrated the flying dust, and looked further away.

The two eyes looked at each other from a distance.

Xing Dao then spoke slowly.

"This Pavilion Master came here to do some work for His Majesty, and by the way, to find someone."

Hearing the word "Your Majesty", Luo Qinghan paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"Who are you looking for?"

After a pause, Luo Qinghan continued.

"If you, Pavilion Master, are looking for Ye Wuyou because he killed Ji Wuye... then I, Luo Qinghan, also had a hand in this matter."

Xing Dao glanced at Luo Qinghan lightly, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his calm eyes.

As the head of Daxuan Lingxue Pavilion, he naturally knew a thing or two about this woman Luo Qinghan.

After all, she was a top-notch woman in terms of cultivation talent, character, and strength and combat power in the past thousands of years of Daxuan, so it was natural that she had attracted some attention.

But now, this woman seems different from the impression I had.

Whatever.

Xing Dao shook his head slightly and withdrew his gaze, not looking at Luo Qinghan.

He spoke to himself, seemingly in response to Luo Qinghan, but it seemed as if he was speaking to someone who was walking towards him a hundred feet away.

"The person this Pavilion Master is looking for is called..."

"Wind Soul."

(End of this chapter)