Chapter 304: Crane Dances in the Clouds and the Cold Moon Fairy

And Ancestor Zixia was unwilling to waste any more time.

Apparently, he knew it too.

Since the Night King has completely torn his face off.

Then you must have prepared your own way.

Thinking of this, Patriarch Zixia felt a tightness in his heart.

He moved and attacked Gongsun Yang again. This time his attack was more fierce and swift, as if he wanted to kill Gongsun Yang.

Under the fierce attack of Ancestor Zixia, Gongsun Yang was defeated step by step and his injuries became more and more serious.

Ancestor Zixia couldn't help but feel a little emotional when she saw Gongsun Yang's miserable condition.

But he did not stop, but continued to launch a fierce attack, trying to defeat Gongsun Yang completely.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A figure suddenly walked out of the Yesha Army. He looked coldly at the battle between Zixia Patriarch and Gongsun Yang, with a sneer on his face.

The man who came was dressed in a black robe and had a sinister face. He was none other than Ye Ming, the ancestor of the Ye family's Ye King in Yuzhou in the northern border.

The martial arts he practiced was called "Dark Night Heart Sutra", which was the unique skill of the Ye family.

This technique uses the power of the dark night as its guide. If practiced to a deep level, it can condense a powerful dark night essence that has the power to devour all light.

"Long time no see, you old immortal!"

Ye Ming looked at Ancestor Zixia and said coldly.

After saying this, he moved and attacked Ancestor Zixia.

"Trouble!"

When Patriarch Zixia saw this, his heart sank, and even Ye Ming, an old guy who would never go out, came out.

Obviously, the Night King is determined to destroy the Zixia Taoist Sect this time.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

But Patriarch Zixia was a celestial being after all, and although he had a myriad of thoughts in his mind, he quickly calmed himself down.

Waving his hands, he fought fiercely with Ye Ming. The two figures flashed quickly in the air, and every collision brought about an astonishing energy wave.

The purple air and the power of the dark night are intertwined together to form a magnificent and spectacular picture.

At this moment, Gongsun Yang also took the opportunity to stand up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at the battle in front of him.

I plan to give Ancestor Zixia a hard time!

As for saying that gang beatings are unethical?
For them, what is the point of martial ethics on the battlefield!
However, Patriarch Zixia seemed to sense Gongsun Yang's intention.

Suddenly he turned around and slapped out with his palm, and a palm print condensed with purple energy whizzed towards Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang was so frightened that he had to give up his plan of beating up the enemy and tried his best to resist the palm strike.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and Gongsun Yang was repelled again.

"Old Ghost Ye, which old friends are still here?"

“Call them out to see.”

The voice of Patriarch Zixia was loud and resonant among the majestic peaks of Mount Zixia.

His eyes were fixed on the black-robed old man opposite him - Ye Ming, the ancestor of the Ye family.

Ye Ming was dressed in a black robe as black as ink, the hem of which fluttered gently, gleaming with a deep luster under the moonlight.

His face was hidden in the darkness, with only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light, like two cold stars.

He just sneered and didn't answer.

Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter came from all directions, shaking the valley, as if an ancient beast was roaring.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"You old fool, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years!"

Along with the laughter, a figure dropped from the sky and landed steadily between Ancestor Zixia and Ye Ming.

The man who came was tall, dressed in gorgeous clothes. His clothes fluttered, and he seemed to have an indomitable aura.

His face was handsome and majestic, and his eyes were shining with a gleam, as if he could see through all appearances.

"Yun Feiyang!" Patriarch Zixia raised his eyebrows and recognized this old friend.

Yun Feiyang, one of the "three best in the world" in the northern border of Daqian, was unrivaled in the area.

"Crane Dancing in the Clouds" Yun Feiyang, as his name suggests, is as famous as his swordsmanship, which has spread throughout the entire northern border.

Because his posture is like a crane soaring in the clouds, and every dance seems to interpret the highest realm of martial arts.

His swordsmanship integrated the essence of heaven and earth and absorbed the spiritual energy of nature. Every move he made was an ultimate pursuit of martial arts.

"Old Zixia, you are still the same as always, always so arrogant."

Yun Feiyang said slowly with a teasing smile on his face.

Patriarch Zixia snorted and did not answer.

"What? You two old guys finally teamed up?"

Ancestor Zixia said disdainfully, with a hint of provocation in her tone.

"Zixia, you are wrong."

Yun Feiyang shook his head and said, "I am not teaming up with Ye Ming. I am just here to join in the fun. However, if you want to fight, I will naturally accompany you to the end."

At the same time, a palace dress appeared.

The visitor was dressed in a white Moon Palace dress, with a slender figure and a face as cold as the moon, giving people a feeling of being unattainable and aloof.

Fairy Lengyue, whose real name is Wanqing, is the Grand Ancestor of Hanyue Palace and has been practicing for hundreds of years.

But because of practicing in Hanyue Palace and practicing the Hanyue Palace's sect's technique, "Hanyue Xinming Juedian".

Before his death, his appearance remained unchanged.

She is also the master of the second golden flower among the three golden flowers in the Night King's Palace.

The Hanyue Palace and the Zixia Taoist sect are the three major underworld forces in the northern border of Daqian.

The practice is based on the power of Taiyin, and the techniques are unique, emphasizing on using softness to overcome hardness and using stillness to control movement.

The architectural style of Hanyue Palace is just as its name suggests, with moon white as the main color. The palace is built against the mountain in a staggered manner.

Whenever night falls, the moonlight shines on the palace, making it like a fairyland on earth.

The "Han Yue Xin Ming Jue Dian", which is the core skill of Han Yue Palace, has been passed down from generation to generation and is not allowed to be practiced by non-core disciples.

The most significant feature of this technique is that it can be cultivated with the help of the power of the moon. Practitioners will experience better results when practicing on a full-moon night.

The cultivators who practice "Han Yue Xin Ming Jue Dian" have sustained true energy, unique moves, and can often burst out amazing power at critical moments.

In addition, practicing this technique can make a warrior's mind more peaceful, thus making him calmer and more composed in battle.

"Zixia, you old immortal. Long time no see."

Leng Wanqing's cold voice broke the silence of the night, and Yuebai's figure appeared in the sight of Ancestor Zixia like a ghost.

"The three of you coming together really gives me a lot of face."

Patriarch Zixia looked at the three uninvited guests expressionlessly. He already knew the situation tonight in his heart, and said calmly.

"Zixia, tonight is the night when the grudge between you and me will be settled."

Ye Ming's black robe fluttered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"My dear friend Zixia, it's not that we don't cherish our friendship, but tonight, you and I are on different sides and serve different masters."

Yun Feiyang looked relaxed and contented.

Leng Wanqing didn't say anything, but her icy true energy had begun to condense around her, and the air was filled with a biting chill.

"Alright! Let us old guys have a good fight tonight!"

Ancestor Zixia took a deep breath, and his true energy surged throughout his body, preparing for this battle.

He knew that tonight would be a battle of life and death.

Suddenly, Ye Ming flashed and attacked Ancestor Zixia.

His figure turned into a black shadow in the moonlight, as fast as lightning.

Ancestor Zixia moved slightly and met the attack with a palm.

Two powerful internal forces collided in the air, making a deafening sound.

(End of this chapter)