Chapter 335 Ancient Battlefield

When the Three Flowers Gather at the Top are used, the thunder of the martial arts, the blood and energy of the physical path, and the soul light of the divine path merge into one. They are constantly intertwined like a spiral, and finally turn into extremely terrifying immortal particles.

Driven by Xian Yun, the Three Flowers Gathering Sword Move of Qinglian Sword Art was pushed to the limit.

In an instant, the energy sword energy of three different properties suddenly bloomed, like three petals, blooming into beautiful energy petals in the void.

When Peng Yue saw this, he bared his teeth, sweated and breathed in. He was extremely nervous. It turned out that this sword was Song Tianming's true strength. He had to exert all his strength and fight with all his strength, otherwise he would really be wiped out by this move.

The onlookers were also horrified. Song Tianming's upper limit was actually so high. With his cultivation at the highest level of the Mysterious Realm, he could completely suppress a genius swordsman in the middle of the Earth Realm, and even kill him with one blow. It was simply unbelievable.

Yao Xing even took a breath of air, his whole body was extremely cold, and he suddenly felt a little lucky. Fortunately, Song Tianming didn't use this trick of three flowers on his head just now, otherwise he would really suffer a catastrophe, and I'm afraid it would be embarrassing. It’s more than just that little bit.

Luo Yi and Li Ye also looked at each other, and their hearts were full of disbelief. Song Tianming was simply the supreme young man, otherwise how could he kill Yao Xing and Peng Yue to such a desperate state.

Originally, everyone was a genius, and he could easily kill the enemy beyond his level, and when faced with low-level monks, he could directly crush them without any chance of losing.

However, facing Song Tianming now, everything has been reversed, and they have become mediocre people with insufficient talent and poor foundation. It is really embarrassing.

"Where did Yan Ruyu find such a talented young man? He is like a young man supreme!" Luo Yi's huge eyes were always on Song Tianming, his eyes full of curiosity. This terrifying Luo Yi's suitor Li Ye was furious.

Although Song Tianming was very powerful, if Li Ye didn't dare to get angry or resist because he was afraid of being powerful, then there would be no point in pursuing a female monk or cultivating the unity of heaven and earth.

At this time, Peng Yue made a desperate move and immediately took action, waving the Huangquan sword, the sword's intention penetrated the air, and the dark energy connected with Jiuyou, and actually opened a gap in the void, directly connecting to the depth of Jiuyou.

In an instant, the power of Jiuyou Huangquan was like rolling waves, surging, like the Milky Way falling, and like the sea rolling, creating a netherworld cage in this space.

However, facing Peng Yue's desperate fight and desperate counterattack, Song Tianming laughed endlessly. In the face of his three-flower gathering sword move, all resistance was in vain.

Song Tianming moved forward indomitably, his momentum was like breaking a bamboo, the three-color petals kept rotating, like a peerless fairy sword, he entered the netherworld cage created by Peng Yue.

In an instant, the three-color petals rotated to the extreme, like a mouth of colorful cave heaven, attacking from all directions, swallowing up all the power of the underworld like mercury pouring down the ground.

"Impossible, how could I be so vulnerable!" Peng Yue seemed to have been shattered by his lifelong belief. He was enveloped in energy and fell back a hundred steps. His whole body was cracking and blood was spurting out. The corners of his mouth were also overflowing with blood. , the whole person has declined to the point of collapse.

However, compared to the physical pain, the inner decay and unwillingness made Peng Yue feel even more desperate.

Peng Yue stood still and stared at Song Tianming. His eyes, which were usually full of calmness and aloofness, were burning with unyielding flames at this moment.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment, as if he could not accept that he would be defeated by Song Tianming.

The sword energy transformed by Huang Quan's sword intention seemed to have lost its former sharpness at this moment. It was easily torn apart by the green lotus sword light, turned into little bits of cold light, and dissipated into the invisible.

Peng Yue slowly put away the Underworld Sword, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be mocking himself and expressing his helplessness towards his fate.

On the side, Yao Xing, who had also been defeated before, was not as depressed as everyone expected.

On the contrary, Yao Xing's eyes shone with gloating, and there was an imperceptible snicker at the corner of his mouth.

Yao Xing thought to himself: "This is great. Not only am I embarrassed, but even masters like Peng Yue are not spared."

Although Yao Xing's thoughts are a little bit like a villain's ambition, in such an occasion, it can be regarded as a different kind of self-comfort.

Yan Ruyu looked at the defeated Peng Yue, and an imperceptible look of disappointment flashed through her heart. Then she gathered her mood and faced Song Tianming with a bright smile like a blooming flower.

"The competition between Young Master Song and Young Master Peng really makes the little girl very happy. With two people helping out in this operation, it can be said that it is a sure thing and there is absolutely no possibility of any mistakes."

Although Yan Ruyu has a beautiful smile and a flawless speaking skills, it seems that both Song Tianming and Peng Yue can escape without any harm to Bo Mian.

But the reality is that Yan Ruyu didn't even look at Peng Yue. She focused all her attention on Song Tianming. Her enthusiasm was like fire and her smile was like flowers, and they only bloomed for Song Tianming.

Seeing this, Peng Yue's inner reluctance became even stronger. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He was so angry that he could crush his back molars.

However, in the face of the huge gap in strength, Peng Yue could only be incompetent and furious, unable to do anything. He could only watch the object of his pursuit and chat happily with Song Tianming.

After the battle, Song Tianming also started chatting with Yan Ruyu. There was a slight ambiguity and aggressive movements, which made Yao Xing and Peng Yue, Yan Ruyu's two suitors, have itchy gums.

But Yao Xing and Peng Yue could only be furious, because they had no way to deal with the absolute gap in strength.

This is the unwillingness of the weak, and this is the despair of the loser.

However, Yao Xing and Peng Yue may have forgotten that once upon a time, they also claimed to be invincible and trampled on the dignity of the loser.

It can only be said that everything is reincarnated, there is always someone better than you, and when the strong collide, one side wins and the other loses. No one is an ever-victorious general, but there are always people in the world who win all the time.

While everyone was chatting, the Yunxiao warship moved forward at a rapid speed. It took two full days to cross most of the Qiongbei area and finally arrived at everyone's destination, Cangling Bone Realm.

Cangling Bone Realm, a small secret realm whose name is enough to make people feel cold, is presented to everyone in an unimaginable posture.

All around, it is no longer full of vibrant green vegetation, but is shrouded by a thick layer of corpse gas that is almost condensed into substance.

This breath is icy and piercing, as if it can freeze a person's soul.

In the sky, dark clouds hang low, and the occasional flash of lightning seems to make even the undead under this land tremble.

When you step into the realm, the first thing that comes into view is the countless ancient skeletons all over the mountains.

They are either standing or lying, or incomplete, but they still maintain the fighting posture they had in their lifetime, as if they will wake up from their slumber at any time, waving the weapons that no longer exist again, and defending this territory that belongs to them.

These skeletons, under the moonlight, flashed silver-white light, like the white snow covering the mountains in winter, but with a bit more gloom and horror, dressing up the entire Cangling Bone Realm like a netherworld queen draped in silver gauze, both beautiful and terrifying.