"Qingscaled Mail." A child of the Ye Mansion who was still present in the field exclaimed.

Yang Qing was also slightly surprised. The Qingscale Mail was an excellent defensive armor in the ancient Xuanyuan realm, and it was as solid as a gold stolen. It could withstand the full-strength attacks of the peak powerhouses at the Purple Palace Realm twenty times without breaking, which shows its defense.

He himself believed that he was much stronger than the conventional peak powerhouse in the Purple Mansion Realm. With the blessing of the Dragon Devouring Blade, he slashed with all his strength, but only drew a shallow mark on it.

Qing Gui was even more surprised than Yang Qing. You must know that even if he attacked the Qingscai mail with all his strength twenty times, he would not cause any damage to the Qingscai mail. However, Yang Qing had only one slash and there was another trace.

"So what about the green scale mail? But a turtle shell, let's see if I break it." Before the Qinggui could react, Yang Qing rushed up again with the dragon-eating blade. The sword light was fierce and shining with a scary cold light, and he slashed at the Qinggui's head and face.

Qinggui hurriedly leaned back, and the Dragon-Devouring Blade almost flipped against the tip of his nose. Immediately, Qinggui set a distance between Yang Qing and once several backflips.

But for Yang Qing, distance has little meaning. As long as it is still in his sight, it can approach instantly.

Yang Qing is like a Rakshasa, following you like a shadow, just to take your life.

And Qinggui was like a fugitive, trying hard to throw the shadow that chased him. Even if he had the blue scale mail, he still did not dare to fight against Qinggui head-on, as if he felt sorry for the defensive armor. After all, no defensive armor could escape this category. The more severe the damage, the lower its defensive power would be.

Yang Qing's power is so terrifying that if he marks more than a dozen marks on his green scale mail, his proud defensive armor will become no different from those third-rate armors.

Yang Qing seemed to see this, so he kept chasing him and chopping.

Swish! Yang Qing fell down again with a fierce sword, but was avoided by Qinggui, and a slender gap was instantly added to the ground.

The Qinggui's expression changed in vain. Yang Qing was not only powerful, but also the sword in his hand was extremely sharp. No wonder he could leave traces on his blue scale mail.

After about ten rounds, it was extremely dramatic. The ending of this battle was this scene. Qinggui was forced into the same corner as Ye Xuan in front, and was also forced into a desperate situation and had no way to retreat. I wonder if this was because they were the same sects. Yang Qing held the Dragon-Devouring Blade and pressed towards Qinggui step by step. Qinggui seemed unable to advance or retreat.

As the distance arrived, Yang Qing raised the dragon-eating blade above his head and showed a sneer. The difference is that Ye Xuan was about to let go, and Qinggui must be the dead soul under his sword at this moment! The end of Yang Qing angered him was the only ending of going to hell!

"Wait... you can't kill me. If you kill me, my master will not let you go. Not only you, but the entire Ye Mansion clan will leave no grass." Qinggui said panic, mixed with hideousness.

"Go to die." Yang Qing was too lazy to pay attention to his words, his pupils condensed and he shouted, and the Dragon-Devouring Blade suddenly fell.

However, the loud bang was a sound of blood squirting out. The city wall behind Qinggui collapsed at that moment, but Yang Qing did not blink and retreated. However, the slashed dragon-eating blade also fell into vain. The consequence of not retreating was that the collapsed huge city wall instantly drowned Yang Qing, and dust filled in an instant.
Chapter completed!