Chapter 1715

In Ye Ziling's eyes, the snow flowers kept shining, and at the same time, there was a white dragon shadow surrounding her body.

"Snowflake Sword Net!"

With a sword, Ye Ziling quickly flashed over, and the sword light continued. In a breath, the white dragon holy sword in his hand swung out hundreds of sword lights, and the purple thunder and lightning sword light blended with the cold snowflakes.

Behind the crisscrossing, an ice thunder sword net formed and enveloped Yuan Hao.

Rumble!

Yuan Hao frowned slightly, stood there, punching out one punch after another.

Every time his fist light attacked, it was like a volcano gushing, and the majestic dragon energy was extremely powerful. However, after the snowflakes falling from the sky fell on his fist light, most of the power was immediately dissipated.

The remaining fist light only broke the edges and corners of the Ice Thunder Sword Net.

Bang!

When the sword net fell, it instantly wrapped around it, shattering his body-protecting dragon essence.

Yuan Hao had nowhere to exert force, and his face was anxious. He didn't care much, and finally burst out all his strength. The nine dragon veins were opened, trying to break the Ice Thunder Sword Net.

But after breaking free, Yuan Hao suddenly found in horror that most of his explosions were absorbed by the sword net.

The sword net devoured his dragon element like a holy weapon, but instead restrained it more and more forcefully. The holy patterns flashing with faint light were imprinted on the crisscrossing network lines.

At the same time, the Ice Lei Sword Net was still melting little by little, penetrated into his body, and even the protective dragon element could not resist it.

How is this possible?

Yuan Hao was completely panicked. He was about to lose just now?

Just when he was frightened, Ye Ziling, who landed on the ground, quickly turned around and pushed his right hand out.

Huh!

A lightning flew out of her hand, and in the blink of an eye, the lightning hit Yuan Hao.

Puchi!

Yuan Hao spit out the blood and was shaken out of the battlefield of thunder and blood. The body-protecting Long Yuan collapsed, and a bloody hole appeared on his chest.

The wound was hideous and terrifying, and the blood flowed continuously.

Ye Ziling, who was turning quickly at this moment, had just turned halfway. After turning the whole circle, she was reaching out her hand and making a move.

Swish!

The lightning turned into a white dragon and turned around. With her five fingers, everyone realized that it was a sword, the White Dragon Sacred Sword given to her by Lin Yun.

"I'll go!"

"It's too fast, what kind of sword technique is this?"

The audience was shocked, indescribable astonishment, and in an uproar.

This is too fast and there are two chills. One is that the battle ends too fast, and the other is that the last sword is too fast.

After defeating Yuan Hao, Ye Ziling welcomed two more holy land leaders.

Both of them are not weaker than Yuan Hao, and the ranking of the next one-man dragon list reached 230, which is considered an extremely strong opponent.

The situation was very anxious, but Ye Ziling finally managed to hold on, and won three games in a row!

The reputation of the Sword Sect suddenly soared and immediately became an existence that cannot be ignored.

"Yes, the generation of the Sword Sect has indeed risen. Ye Ziling, I'll meet you!"

A figure came across the sky, and the person who spoke was still a disciple of the Mingzong, ranking 97 on the dragon list, Sikong Yuan!

The moment Sikong Yuan fell, his momentum burst out with a bang, and he took action without any hesitation.

He reached out to snare a spear and sent it forward with his right hand.

The spear was like a dragon, and it almost broke the void in the blink of an eye, shattering many snowflakes and swords, and came to Ye Ziling.

At the beginning of the battle, Ye Ziling became extremely dangerous.

clang!

She was not surprised when things went wrong, took a step back, and then she raised her sword violently.

When the sword light was released, the cold star bloomed and the dragon roar rose everywhere, directly shattering the opponent's spear light.

"Have some skills."

Sikong Yuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he was about to start to be serious.

"You can also take my sword!"

Killing the spear light, Ye Ziling turned his wrist, drew a circle, and danced out six sword shadows.

Whoosh!

The six sword lights turned into six white dragons and flew out. The sword pierced out, and the void seemed to be still. The speed of the six white dragons reached the extreme, exerting the will of Lei Bing to the extreme.

Thunder represents speed, while ice freezes everything outside, including sound.

"I am worthy of being Jian Jingtian's daughter, so I can't underestimate it..."

Sikong Yuan smiled and took several steps back.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly with this sword. If he had slower a little, he would probably have six more holes on his body.

"Silent Sword without Shadow?"

A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. It seemed that Ye Ziling had indeed gained many benefits in the Holy Source.

He puts his own characteristics of Thunder Bing's will to the limit.

On the battlefield of thunder and blood, one man and one woman competed equally. Even Sikong Yuanshi, who ranked 97, did not seem to have an advantage, but instead tended to be at a disadvantage.

"Who is Ye Ziling? She is so strong, she seems to be even more terrifying than Zhao Yan!"

"With her strength, I'm afraid she can enter the top 100 dragon list, which is incredible."

"She seems to be Jian Jingtian's daughter..."

There was constant discussion among the people, and everyone was amazed at the strength Ye Ziling showed.

Ye Ziling was immersed in it all, not caring about the discussion in the square, and analyzed calmly that it was time to fight quickly.

The opponent's cultivation level is always higher than that of him. If he continues to fight, his chances of winning in the end are very small.

Sikong Yuan had already seen this and had always been restrained, so he seemed to be at a disadvantage in the scene.

A decisive look flashed in Ye Ziling's eyes. It was time to win or lose. If I drag it on, I will lose.

"Dragon Locking Heavenly Sword!"

The snowflakes fluttered, their long sleeves were like clouds, and Ye Ziling rose from the ground, like a purple thunder cloud. It was gentle and agile, and it drifted silently towards Sikong Yuan, all its sharpness was hidden in this purple cloud.

Shadowless, invisible, silent, and selfless!

This sword is the selfless sword mastered by Ye Ziling. It is a killer move created by her own experience in the Holy Source and combined with her own Lei Bing sword.

The subtle secret of it is far superior to the same level of ghost sword technique.

Sikong Yuan frowned slightly, feeling a hint of pressure. He held the spear in both hands. The spear quickly rotated, and layered light curtains in front of him. The sun and moon flowed in the light curtain, offsetting the surge of the other party.

The sword force.

"break!"

Ye Ziling, who never found the best chance to make a mobile phone, could only take action in advance when the sword had not completely fallen to the bottom of the valley. The purple clouds shattered and a white dragon flashed with lightning.

boom!

The moment the white dragon appeared, the overwhelming swords gathered, like chains trapping Sikong Yuan.

Sikong Yuan shouted loudly, his momentum soared, directly shattering the incoming swords, and then he turned hundreds of rounds of spears and stabbed them out.

puff!

Ye Ziling spitted out blood and flew backwards.

But Sikong Yuan was not feeling well. His spear was shaken out, and blood penetrated and fell continuously.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, but it was so painful that he grinned.

Everyone at the martial arts tea party was extremely surprised. Ye Ziling's sword was really a bit terrifying.

If Zhao Yan relied on his talent and the sword skills left by the Burial Flower Master, he shone in this martial arts tea party.

Ye Ziling has completely walked out of her own path. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this sword is just a bit lacking.

The difference lies in cultivation!

If the two have the same cultivation level, Sikong Yuan will undoubtedly lose.

Sikong Yuan felt ache in his palm, anger flashed in his eyes, and he flashed and killed him directly.

He is relatively small-minded and doesn't want the other party to lose too easily.
To be continued...