C777 Elegance
C777 Elegance
Xi Jinyue's face darkened, "What the hell is this brat doing?!"
"Something happened just now. Now, I just want Ye Yang to submit to me and threaten me with a death sentence. Even if Ye Yang would rather die than submit, he still has one last move. Use the talisman to move Ye Yang into the barrier." Yi Luohan laughed.
"This child's heart is not bad. He is just too arrogant." He concluded.
Only then did Xi Jinyue calm down, but in his heart, he still made up his mind to teach this brat a lesson.
Xi Bai didn't run away after he went back.
"What's a tsundere?"
"A new word came from next door..."
Just as Cao Yuanlang had said, the teleportation talisman in Xi Bai's hand was almost soaked in sweat.
He had made up his mind to use this talisman at the last moment.
However, what he saw next was an incomprehensible scene.
Ye Yang pulled out a knife and went straight towards the dust-covered stinger.
From the looks of it, it was probably only a middle-grade spirit weapon.
Was this guy courting death?
Cold sweat broke out on Xi Bai's palms.
He thought he was a silkpants, but he didn't touch any of them. He didn't even dare to touch the pretty little Gu Liang's little hands.
To be honest, he was a rather good fighter who had just left the family. He was a simple-minded person who knew nothing about the world.
If Ye Yang really died because of him, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
Then he saw Ye Yang slash eight times at the dozen or so dust stingers.
It seemed to be a very ordinary saber technique, but it also seemed to contain some profound meaning. It also seemed to coincide with the philosophy of the stars and the moon.
It could not be seen through, it could not be understood, it was difficult to understand, and it could not be understood.
However, after the eight saber strikes, the movements of the dozen or so dust stingers came to an abrupt stop.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed.
In the next moment, the dust-like larvae suddenly turned into a rain of blood and broken limbs that filled the sky.
A layer of faint light rippled around Ye Yang's body, blocking all the flesh and blood outside. It was spotless.
He smiled with satisfaction in his heart.
The power of Xia Ji's eight slashes was not bad.
It looked like it was just a casual and casual attack, but it contained endless philosophy.
That senior Xia Ji might have already comprehended the edge of "theory."
That was a supreme domain that only Grandmasters could touch.
The Brilliant Sun Sword Intent, viscera Crushing Fist Intent, and Army Crushing Fist Intent that Ye Yang had previously obtained were actually all manifestations of "truth" being weakened at the grandmaster level.
Once one understood "principles," the grandmaster would be able to attain Dao overnight and step into the domain of land immortals and gods.
The group of big shots in the large meeting room were also shocked by Ye Yang's seemingly casual Eight Sabers.
Lee Ruilong and the others were masters in other fields. They could only feel how awesome these Eight Sabers were, but they couldn't put their finger on how awesome they were.
However, Mo Dajia could see it clearly.
"Don't you all think that Ye Yang's eight blades are very interesting?" He sighed.
Lee Ruilong hesitated for two seconds. "Could it be that these slashes are mixed with the smell of feet...?"
Mo Dajia almost made him so angry that his three souls almost popped out.
It was the smell of f * cking feet.
"It's charm! It's charm!" He shouted.
The big conference room was filled with the air of joy.
On the other side, Ye Yang's blade technique shocked everyone.
Xi Bai was the one who was the most shocked.
He did not even pay attention to the fact that Ye Yang did not specify his identity. Instead, he started to envy Ye Yang's blade technique.
"How is it?" Ye Yang put away his scrap metal knife and said with a smile.
Xi Bai hesitated for a moment. He sneered and said, "It must be because of your knife!"