Chapter 2504

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　　Hearing the shout, Ye Wushuang and An Linglong revealed their figures from the tree crown and looked at the group of eight people.
　　“Hey,　it’s　you！”
　　Ye Wushuang looked at the man who had just arrived and couldn’t help but say, “Yu Junsheng, the fifth disciple of Wen Sanjiu, right？”
　　When Yu Junsheng saw Ye Wushuang again, the killing intent in his eyes was fierce.
　　Last time he was forced to flee, it was really embarrassing. Now the anger towards Ye Wushuang can be imagined.
　　“Brat, relying on the holy weapon in the soil and sand, acting arrogantly. Now you have no reliance, right？” Yu Junsheng snorted coldly.
　　The woman standing beside Yu Junsheng also said coldly, “Killing my eighth senior brother, seventh senior brother and sixth senior brother, Ye Wushuang, you deserve to die！”
　　Oh？
　　An Linglong immediately said, “You are the youngest disciple of Wen Sanjiu, Si Miaomiao！”
　　Si Miaomiao is the youngest ninth disciple of Wen Sanjiu. She has always rarely appeared in the Sifang Realm. It is said that this woman is immersed in the way of the sword. In the Zixiao Sword Sect, many people have not seen her.
　　“It’s me！”
　　The killing intent in Si Miaomiao’s eyes was not hidden. She snorted and said, “Today, I will avenge my three senior brothers！”
　　Saying that, Si Miaomiao held a thin sword in her hand and directly said, “Fifth senior brother, you kill An Linglong. This Ye Wushuang, leave it to me. You several people, hold the line around and don’t let these two people find a chance to run away！”
　　”Yes！”
　　Immediately, the other six people scattered in all directions, surrounding several directions in the valley, with vigilant expressions.
Ye Wushuang looked at Si Miaomiao and smiled, saying, “Well, at least she is the one favored by Wen Sanjiu. Her strength shouldn’t be so unbearable, right?
　　”Killing you is easy！”
　　As soon as Si Miaomiao’s words fell, she slashed out with a sword.
　　And at the same time, Yu Junsheng also directly killed towards An Linglong.
　　The four people immediately started fighting in this huge valley.
　　Last time, killing a fourth-rank Saint King was just a weak chicken fourth-rank. Ye Wushuang really felt that it wasn’t enough to enjoy himself. And this time, although Si Miaomiao is a third-rank, in terms of strength, she should be even better than Ao Ying.
　　Thinking like this in his heart, Ye Wushuang clenched his palm, and the holy power in his body rolled and was mobilized. At the same time, the violent kingly aura around his body roared out even more.
　　”Tianjun　Saint　Fist！”
　　With a punch, the endless holy power and kingly aura merged into one, turning into a huge fist One hundred feet tall in size, bombarding towards Si Miaomiao.
　　”Ask the Heavens Seven Swords Slash, the first asking style！”
　　Si Miaomiao’s voice resounded, and the long sword in her hand flexibly changed, and a powerful sword momentum artistic conception burst out.
Although she was a three grades she was a swordsman who had comprehended the sword momentum. She was not afraid of facing a Fourth rank Saint King, let alone Ye Wushuang, a mere Saint King.
　　When the sword qi condensed like willow leaves and quickly floated out, carrying an irresistible killing aura and collided with the huge fist blasted by Ye Wushuang, a deafening thunder sound burst out and resounded.
　　The sword qi like moistening things without a sound continuously pierced into the terrifying huge fist. Until finally, the huge fist was disintegrated, but… the sword qi also disappeared without a trace in the meantime.
　　One move confrontation, no victory or defeat.
　　Si Miaomiao’s whole face changed.
　　”How could this be…”
After she reached the Saint King realm, she mainly cultivated the Asking Heaven Seven Swords Slash. This sword technique had seven styles, and each style had a heavy change. It was personally passed on to her by her master. In the Purple Cloud Sword Sect, this sword technique was already of the upper grade among the third-grade sword techniques. With her sword momentum reaching perfection, killing a mere Saint King was not only easy, but at least it was a crushing with a huge advantage.
　　But now, it was not the case at all.
　　Ye Wushuang flicked his wrist at this moment, looked at Si Miaomiao, and also said, “You are stronger than your Eighth Senior Brother. That guy is at the First Grade Saint King Realm, far inferior to you.”
　　Hearing about her Eighth Senior Brother Wen Fenghua, Si Miaomiao’s pretty face immediately turned cold and sharp, and her eyes turned red.
　　”Oh？ Is he the one you love？” Ye Wushuang then said, “Unfortunately, he died miserably！”
　　”You’re　courting　death！”
　　Si Miaomiao’s anger erupted. With a low growl, she killed out with a sword again.
　　”Second　Asking　Style！”
　　The thin sword swayed out, and strands of sword qi instantly killed out, like spring rain, soft but with hidden needles.
　　”Tianjun　Saint　Fist！”
　　Ye Wushuang neither dodged nor evaded, and with a fierce punch, he directly welcomed it.
　　It was still the Tianjun Saint Fist, but at this moment, this punch seemed even more overbearing and fierce.
　　Boom…
　　In the valley, the trees collapsed, and the thunder sound exploded. Si Miaomiao looked at Ye Wushuang again and saw that the sword qi she killed out was once again completely blasted away by Ye Wushuang’s punch.
　　”Third　Asking　Style！”
　　”Fourth　Asking　Style！”
　　“……”
　　”Seventh　Asking　Style！”
　　Sword after sword, a total of seven swords were chopped out. Si Miaomiao’s pretty face already had a few drops of sweat. With her Third Grade Saint King Realm, continuously chopping seven swords also consumed a huge amount of her own saint power.
　　But…
　　Every time Si Miaomiao slashed out a sword, Ye Wushuang would meet it with a fist.
　　A full seven swords.
　　Ye Wushuang blocked them all with the Tianjun Holy Fist.
　　The stronger Si Miaomiao’s sword energy was, the stronger Ye Wushuang’s fist strength would be.
　　All seven swords were blocked by Ye Wushuang. Si Miaomiao felt tired, but seeing Ye Wushuang standing far away there, still with no blush on his face and no heavy breathing.
　　“Dammit…”
　　There was a bit of cold and sharp murderous intent in Si Miaomiao’s eyes.
　　“Come again！”
　　Looking at Si Miaomiao, Ye Wushuang said seriously： “My Tianjun Holy Fist comes from the inheritance of Senior Xiao Yunsheng. This boxing technique has only one move, but when fighting against the enemy, the stronger the enemy’s attack, the stronger the power that my fist can burst out！”
　　“Unless, when I throw the first punch, you kill me, otherwise, the more it drags on, the stronger I will be！”
　　Hearing these words, Si Miaomiao’s eyes turned cold.
　　The more it drags on, the stronger？
　　“If I exhaust all the holy power in your body, I’ll see if you’re still strong or not！” Si Miaomiao knew that she was at the third rank of the Saint King. In terms of the thickness and recovery speed of holy power, she must be faster than Ye Wushuang.
　　“Let’s give it a try！”
　　With a slight smile, Ye Wushuang clenched his palm again and threw another brutal punch directly.
　　“Tianjun　Holy　Fist！”
　　The　eighth　time！
Facing this punch, Si Miaomiao’s mind was calm. With a slash of her long sword, streaks of sword qi, pervasive, killing towards Ye Wushuang.
　　Boom…
　　Once again, a violent rumbling sound resounded. This time, Si Miaomiao watched as the sword qi she slashed gradually collapsed and shattered. But she also saw that the huge fist blasted out by Ye Wushuang did not completely dissipate and end, but continued to blast towards her.
　　“Dammit！”
　　Si Miaomiao’s face changed, and her figure immediately retreated.
　　Boom！！！
　　A dull explosive sound resounded. Si Miaomiao’s body was hit by the fist force, and her face immediately turned pale, and her figure retreated.
　　“The　ninth　punch！”
　　But before Si Miaomiao could recover, Ye Wushuang’s another punch had already blasted over from a distance.
　　Dong！！！
　　The dull sound ring out again. This punch completely hit Si Miaomiao. Immediately, Si Miaomiao felt as if all her internal organs had been blasted to pieces, and she immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood with a wow.
　　But the fist force drilled into her body. After the first wave of impact ended, the second wave of impact immediately surged. Si Miaomiao felt that at this moment, it would be better if she were dead.
　　“Damned！”
　　Biting back the excruciating pain, Si Miaomiao raised her sword and stared ahead. But upon looking, she discovered that Ye Wushuang… was gone！