Volume 1, Chapter 96: Fighting against the extraordinary, either you die or you are already dead
The old man held the slender sword blade, his palms turning yellow and dry.
"I didn't expect you to be able to stand up. That's good."
Ye Tingmu made a hand gesture.
He said, "Not only can I stand up, I can also kill you."
"Hahaha, it's true that young people are ignorant, but their hearts can cut through the heavens. Come on, let me see your arrogance again."
The formation around Ye Tingmu opened up, and the golden book appeared again.
A golden light flashed, and at this moment he looked like a golden man, shining brightly.
He held the sword in one hand and made hand gestures with the other.
His eyes were as sharp as a square, staring straight ahead.
"The art of controlling the four symbols."
"In my name, all gods listen."
"A call of wind."
"Second call for rain."
"Third invitation to thunder."
"Electricity is everywhere."
"Nirvana."
As his voice rang out.
Four golden rays of light suddenly burst out from the golden ancient book and disappeared into the sky.
Then four golden talismans flew into the air.
The wind god listens to the proclamation and grants wind.
The rain god listens to the proclamation and bestows rain.
Thunder God listens to the call and thunder falls.
The Mother of Lightning responded to the call and raised the lightning.
Four ancient voices sounded.
Filling the entire Shangyun City.
Above Ye Tingmu's head, the sky was suddenly filled with wind and clouds.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, it was as if a ferocious beast was roaring unwillingly.
Thunder surged above the sky, lighting up the night sky.
The strong wind and heavy rain seemed to fall from the Milky Way in the sky.
The old man frowned and looked up at the sky.
The long sword in his hand is surrounded by the power of heaven and earth.
"How wonderful it is to summon wind and rain, and even thunder and lightning. Today I will learn from you."
Ye Tingmu shouted loudly.
"kill."
Thunder fell and exploded.
The storm is pouring down and the wind is howling.
The rain all over the sky was as sharp as a blade and as fast as an arrow.
Wherever it falls, everything is destroyed.
Accompanied by thunder and strong wind.
Centered on the elderly.
The surrounding area of several hundred meters was like a hot zone on earth.
All I saw were arcs of electricity wandering, strong winds raging, and rain bombarding the earth.
Ye Tingmu put away the book in his hand.
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
The long sword slashed out.
"A little bit of cold light shines thousands of miles, it doesn't matter if I kill everyone in the world, the word 'behead' is the decision."
A sword energy flew into the air, roaring like a sea dragon.
Kill through the sky and earth.
"Not enough. This is not enough."
He muttered to himself, the blade of the sword in his hand lowered, and purple lightning flickered.
After continuous high-intensity battles, he felt that the energy in his body was almost exhausted, but he knew that he could not kill the old man with just this much.
If he wants to live, he can only be covered with fire.
If you try your best, either he dies or you die.
He gritted his teeth, and the corners of his bloody mouth trembled.
"Purple Lightning."
With a bang.
The electric arc accompanied him and the whole person disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared, he had already entered the turbulent wind and clouds.
I saw that the force of thunder was even stronger.
Then there was a slash in the air, and the earth and rocks began to break into pieces.
Dust rolled up into the sky, as if trying to cover the bright moon.
The fire at Shangyunju behind him was even more intense.
Everyone was holding their breath at this moment.
Staring intently, he saw the flashing of swords and the thunder and lightning in the smoke and dust.
Chu Yiyi clenched her fists.
Watching the young man in front of me display his amazing talent time and time again.
At this moment, she was actually praying in her heart, praying that the scholar would win.
The same is true for others.
Of course, apart from Zhou Fengming, he was the only one who wanted Ye Tingmu to die.
The cavalry and armored soldiers behind him were so frightened by this scene that they dared not move.
Also staring at the scene.
So everyone is anxiously waiting for the results.
For some reason, they felt that time seemed to be passing very slowly at this moment.
It's a visual feast.
A showdown spanning three realms.
Regardless of whether Ye Tingmu wins or not, his name will surely spread throughout the entire Beimang after this battle.
If he could survive, no one would doubt that in the future, the three names of Ye Tingmu would be resounding throughout the entire Kyushu and even the peak of the East China Sea.
The big black bull's mouth was still moving, and he looked calm.
It seemed as if he didn't care about Ye Tingmu's life or death at all.
He seemed to be waiting, but no one knew what he was waiting for.
The riot lasted for a minute.
A figure flew out backwards.
It landed directly in front of everyone.
There was a loud "bang...", stirring up a cloud of dust.
And then, in the dust, there stood a young man.
He was covered in blood, and his hair was hanging down, covering his entire face.
The scholar's robe on his body was completely torn to pieces.
Exposing bare skin.
And his back was indeed so shocking.
He still held the sword, blood flowed down his arm, slid down his palm, and then fell from the hilt into the sword body until it dripped onto the ground.
He just stood there, watching the vortex of lightning still surging in front of him.
Jinghong, watching chess, Qingfeng, I don’t know when, I have taken off the cloth covering my eyes.
The three of them looked at the bloody back of their eldest brother in front of them.
Their eyes turned red and tears fell.
The chubby little face was full of twitching and distortion.
There were bloodstains on the back, emitting a bloody smell, and beneath the new bloodstains were scars that had healed for who knows how long.
There are wounds from blades and wounds from wild beasts...
Scars crisscrossed the body, new wounds mixed with old ones, and covered the entire body, which was shocking to look at.
Especially the healed knife wound that went from the neck to the spine, as if it was going to cut him in two.
Chu Yiyi, Dongfang Qingzhu, Hua Zhilu...they all covered their mouths at the same time, with flickering expressions in their eyes.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the scholar in white, the young man with a smile as gentle as spring breeze, was in such a mess under his clothes.
Ye Tingmu likes to wear scholar's robes, not because he really likes them, but because the scholar's robes are large and can cover his whole body.
Even though the heat was unbearable, he still wouldn't take off his robe.
I remember when I was young, Jinghong often said that big brother was so awesome and was not afraid of the heat at all.
Qingfeng often complained that his elder brother always said that he was dirty and only knew how to tell him to take a shower, but he never did.
As far as they could remember, they had never seen Ye Tingmu take a bath or change clothes in front of them.
There has never been such a thing.
Little did they know that Ye Tingmu did it on purpose, not wanting them to see it. Feng He was the only one who knew about it.
How can you not feel hot if you wear thick clothes in the hot summer?
Five years ago, he fled thousands of miles and was hunted by the government all the way. At that time, Ye Tingmu was 16 years old and a first-level mortal.
In order to protect several people, he diverted the officers and soldiers several times. These injuries were old injuries left from that time.
Jinghong's little hands were squeezing so tightly that they made crackling sounds.
Qingfeng lowered his head.
He watched the chess game silently, but his face was already covered with tears.
Their eldest brother was injured so much, why did they never know...
They only know that as long as their big brother is around, they will never be afraid.
My brother can kill any ghost or monster.
When I was young, I only knew that my brother had broad shoulders and his sword could shake mountains.
But now it seems that their eldest brother is just like them, a mortal...
At this moment, the dust in front of my eyes also dissipated.
Ye Tingmu stared at the scene in front of him.
He is now exhausted. If the old man is not dead, he will indeed be powerless to fight.
The crowd's gaze shifted away from Ye Tingmu and looked towards the dusty battlefield.
There was also a figure there.
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