Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Chapter 1713: Chapter 1589: Murderous Intent Boiling Over

"Cold ice, rise!"

The Saint Heir shouted violently, and on the surface of the lake, a huge ice pillar slowly emerged from the center, forming a cone shape, directly pointing at Ye Qingfeng.

"Kill him for me!"

The Saint Heir’s killing intent boiled over; now he only wanted to kill Ye Qingfeng. As for the secrets on Ye Qingfeng’s body, the Saint Heir believed he could unravel them slowly.

The ice cone, with a diameter of over ten meters, shot towards Ye Qingfeng, causing a constraint in the space, seemingly piercing the heavens. The biting cold slowed down everyone’s actions.

The huge ice cone moved like lightning, the white ice flashing with cold intent.

This strike was enough to destroy a building.

Crushing and unstoppable!

"This time, let’s see how you can withstand it!" The Saint Heir called out coldly, his heart full of killing intent.

"Daylight Slash!"

Ye Qingfeng remained calm, performed the magic formulas, and his Divine Sense went wild; the Futu Sword vanished suddenly, transforming into extreme speed.

"Boom!"

The huge ice cone exploded abruptly, shards of ice scattering everywhere, causing the surrounding strong figures to quickly mobilize the Heaven and Earth Power to defend against it.

Ye Qingfeng stood where he was, in the void, his robe fluttering, black hair wildly dancing, yet he himself remained unmoved.

One Sword, breaking all laws!

Is this person truly a devil?

The foreign Martial Artists felt bitter inside, their throats twitching, hardly able to believe that such a genius existed in the world.

In his twenties, he could stand a fight against the Saint Heir, the Saint Heir of the Church Court, incredibly unmatched!

"No wonder the Huaxia Martial Artists have high expectations for him, such strength leaves people in despair!"

"Too strong! Huaxia truly is a mysterious nation, to give birth to such a devil!"

Everyone’s hearts were in shock, beginning to feel awe towards Huaxia.

The Huaxia Martial Artists felt a surge of joy in their hearts.

"I knew it, you are the most formidable!"

Little Yi felt a jolt in his heart.

Ye Qingfeng held his sword, cold and stern, with the Futu Sword blazing intensely, as if it could burn the heavens; he walked forward arrogantly, like a supreme War God.

"Hahaha, Ye Qingfeng, do you really think I’ve lost? I’ve stayed on Cliff Lake for half a month, do you think I was wasting my time?"

The Saint Heir suddenly laughed loudly, and then his face turned cold, a true chill flashing in his eyes.

"Ice Absolute Thousand Threads, rise!"

Suddenly, three feet behind on Cliff Lake, there was a "crack" as the ice split open with a thin gap that swiftly spread out with continuous "crack" sounds, creating numerous cracks on the lake.

Extremely small.

They rose from the lakebed like a thousand fine threads, pure white, glistening golden under the sunlight.

Although they appeared tiny, a chilling murderous intent suddenly emerged, far more terrifying than the giant ice cone before, ten times scarier.

"Ye Qingfeng, this move I didn’t intend to use, yet you forced me to this step!" the Saint Heir shouted.

Fortunately, he had prepared early, otherwise it truly would have been troublesome.

"Ice Absolute Thousand Threads, kill!"

These fine threads formed a spherical cage of over ten meters in diameter, locking Ye Qingfeng inside, suddenly converging. Each fine thread could penetrate the body, freezing the Martial Artist’s heart veins.

Here, there were over a thousand threads; even one thread entering the body could be enough to destroy a War Emperor Warrior.

"The Saint Heir has such methods!"

"This is unfair, the Saint Heir spent half a month preparing, confronting Ye Kill God, it’s too unfair for him!"

"The Saint Heir prepared early, choosing Cliff Lake for this move, really treacherous!"

The Huaxia Martial Artists shouted angry cries.

"Hmph, your first day as Martial Artists, vying for victory, in battle, what fairness is there?"

"Haha, Huaxia Martial Artists, truly naive!"

Martial Artists from various countries sneered, laughing coldly.

"Something’s wrong, this move seems terrifying, I can feel the killing intent!"

"Listening to other Martial Artists, it seems Ye Kill God can’t hold on!"

A few girls shouted, Little Yi’s eyes immediately trembled, filled with deep worry, tightly clenching his fists, biting his lip.

"Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain!"

Ye Qingfeng’s face remained calm, Futu Sword danced, performed the sword technique, unleashed his killer move.

Endless Sword Qi slashed out, blazing flames burning, one Sword Qi, two... ten... fifteen, twenty!

Twenty-one Sword Qi!

The Sword Qi exploded, forming the cold Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, with killing intent emerging! "You can go die now!"

The Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain of twenty-one Sword Qi, terrifying beyond belief, everywhere sword shadows, murderous aura appeared, an indescribable force.

The Peak War Emperor Ye Qingfeng’s current power made the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain even more terrifying, destroying heaven and earth!

How frightening!

This is the true strength of the Black Robe youth? No wonder he is called Ye Kill God.

Such a devil!

The lake surface split apart, a crack over ten meters wide burst open like the earth shattering, the entire lake surface shattering, sword Qi filled the void, seeming to destroy the world.

The entire sky darkened.

And the Saint Heir, his face even darker, his eyes occasionally showing a hint of dread, fear; Ye Qingfeng’s strength truly exceeded his imagination.

This time, he miscalculated.

If only he had known, to bring along other Saint Heirs from the Church Court, even the Great Elder himself, he wouldn’t have been driven to such a position.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng shouted coldly, heard a "boom" like thunder exploding, the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain directly attacking the Saint Heir, the frigid Sword Qi suffocating hearts.

The massive Sword Domain wrapped around the Saint Heir, black energy pervading, a fierce and solemn murderous force emerged, the Saint Heir’s Heaven and Earth Power burst fully, the surrounding temperature fell to freezing point.

Instantly, a white armor formed on the Saint Heir, comprised of cold ice, the Saint Heir directly condensing ice armor using moisture in the air.

This cold ice held the Saint Heir’s water attribute Heaven and Earth Power, hard as iron, like a meteorite from beyond the heavens, indestructible, like sniper bullets.

Ye Qingfeng stood his ground, cold and stern, Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain of twenty-one Sword Qi, even if faced with ten meters of steel, could be instantly cut.

"Crack!"

Sure enough, in an instant, a sound emerged from the ice armor on the Saint Heir, followed by dense cracks like a spider web.

"Boom!"

The Saint Heir’s armor exploded, under Ye Qingfeng’s Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, like tofu.

"No!"

The Saint Heir shouted desperately, unable to accept, wanting to resist, but Ye Qingfeng’s Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain giving him no chance, instantly, ten Sword Qi slashed him, blood flying.

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