Chapter 219 Night Emperor's Seven Styles

"Kaitian Slash!"

Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky. The long sword light at the front of the Qinglong Dagger instantly emerged from the sharp blade, rising in the wind, turning into a semicircular sword aura, and hitting the crocodile monster in front of him.

"Bang!"

A crocodile monster in front was directly hit by the oncoming sword energy. The powerful energy impact made it roll directly in the air, flying backwards for more than ten meters, and finally landed in the yellow sand and rolled again.

"Forehead……"

Ye Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, but what Yu Guang saw, the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly rushed from behind, and his sharp claws were about to quarrel directly behind his forehead.

“Buzz…”

Ye Qinghan frowned, and did not avoid it, but his body emitted a brown light. A light shield that looked like a bubble suddenly formed, completely covering his body.

The diameter of this light shield is about one meter, and it is brown, surrounded by purple airflow.

"Puchi!"

The crocodile monster behind him grabbed the brown light shield with two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, the light shield was like a smooth ball, and it slowly attacked the two sharp claws and slid to the side.

"Bang!"

The powerful claws of the crocodile monster slashed on the yellow sand, grabbing two deep groove marks on the ground.

"Swish, Swish"

The crocodile monster flipped up again and continued to attack the light shield. However, the light shield was very weird and could actually distort the attack. Every time the crocodile monster attacked, it was pulled away by the light shield. It was either attacking the air or attacking the ground. Every time it seemed to attack Ye Qinghan, who was in the light shield, slowly slid away.

"boil!"

The crocodile monster was like a machine, constantly attacking the monster tirelessly. Ye Qinghan stood in the light shield, his eyes narrowed slightly, motionless, as if he was admiring the monster's attack.

Of course, Ye Qinghan is not appreciating or nourishing his spirit. He is controlling his aura and distorting the monster's attacks.

After half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He just learned and was not skilled in controlling it, so he only let his aura release about one meter. And every time the monster attacked, he left a monster, not hurting it, but just let it attack, and he kept controlling the aura, familiar with how to control the aura distorted monster's attack and protect himself.

Half an hour later, a trace of cold sweat began to appear on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a sword light passed, the monster in front of him was knocked out directly. He rolled on the yellow sand for a few times, drilled into the ground, and disappeared.

"call……"

Ye Qinghan was also weak and soft on the ground. This continuously controlled the aura and distorted attack, which was very exhausting to take energy and energy.

"Xiao Hei, come out and have fun!"

A phantom surged out of his chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs, stretched very humanely, and sent a message: "Yes, boss, you have been on for ten more minutes today! Keep working hard."

"Hey... it's only been attacking with one monster, and it's only been half an hour. If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could last for a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, boss, you have only learned to release your aura for a few days. Please adapt slowly. I guess if you can face group attacks for half an hour, we will have the hope of breaking through the encirclement of the monsters and reaching the safe area at the entrance of the passage!"

Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes, rubbed the small corner on Ye Qinghan's thigh, and suddenly remembered something, and sent a message: "Boss, is your seven-style in Ye Huang? I see that you have practiced for so long, and you feel that except for being more proficient, you can do whatever you want, but your power has not increased at all?"

Uh? The seven styles of the Night Emperor!

Ye Qinghan felt helpless again when he talked about this. He fought with monsters several times a day for more than half a month. Although he practiced the seventh style of Ye Huang himself, he felt that no matter how he practiced, he could not increase his attack power. But he remembered the rumors about the Ye family and said with some expectations:

"Rumor to the seven-style family of Night Emperor's Seven-styles, if the seven-style fusion can be transformed into one, the power will increase tenfold. However, these seven-style straits feel completely incompatible, how can they be merged?"

"Fusion? Can this martial arts be fused? Well... Even if it can be fused, it's a lot of difficulties. No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook its little head slightly and sent a message in confusion.

Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly: "I know that it is impossible. There are endless powerful people in the Ye family, and no one can successfully integrate. Even the ancestor Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the successful integration. Alas... but, I don't practice this? What do I practice? I can't do anything?"

Ye Qinghan began to repeat his boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he fought with monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practiced the seven styles of Ye Huang. He hoped to understand the seven-style typos in the Ye family rumored, and increase his attack power ten times, so he could easily sweep a piece of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege...

Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountains, and I don’t know what season and day it is now.

However, the Yanlong Continent became very lively. Time flies, and after Ye Qinghan fell into the Rocking Mountain, a year has passed again, and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.

This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age. This is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong calendar. The Yanlong Continent has been in its era and has been ten thousand years.

The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures have different cultural levels, the Yanlong Festival is a festival that all the tribes believe in.

Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is no exception. It is decorated with lights and a joyful atmosphere.

However, the back mountain of Ye’s family was still quiet as usual, and the atmosphere was even a bit serious and depressing.

Ye Tianlong Ye Baihu Ye Qingniu was not in the mood to practice, but gathered together. The three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.

At the entrance of the back mountain, there is a long row of stairs. Standing at the intersection, you can overlook the entire Yejiabao, half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous southern gate of Cangcheng.

On the stairs, two graceful women were standing at this time. One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair, with a lonely expression and stubborn expression on the stairs. She was looking into the distance, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, silent.

This person is Ye Qingyu, while Ye Qingwu stood beside her with some regret, her brows slightly frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Go back, Qingyu, it's almost dark. I guess your brother may not be able to come back. Besides, even if your brother comes back, the family will report it immediately as soon as they receive the news. It's useless for you to stand stupidly like this?"

After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and persuaded Ye Qingyu. This little girl has been standing here in the past few days, looking foolishly at the south gate of Cangcheng. It seemed that she felt that the Yanlong Festival was coming and her brother would come back, but she didn't know...

Ye Qingyu did not reply or turn around. She just shook her head slightly and still stared at the front in a daze. Her clear eyes without any impurities were filled with a faint sadness and sorrow.

The wind blew, and the cold wind of winter blew the white dress of Ye Wenyu, blew her head full of silver threads and flew, and also blew the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...

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