Chapter 2307 Blue Leaves

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, all dressed in purple armor, with astonishing auras.

Any one of them surpassed the auras of Xia Yiming and Xiao Yi.

"Thirty-three people, all at the third level of the Saint Realm." Xia Yiming looked around, with one hand already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In contrast to Xiao Yi's sword, which is always kept in the Qiankun Ring, Xia Yiming's sword is always hung on his waist and never leaves his body.

"I advise you not to make any changes." An old man said, calm and cold.

The dozens of purple-armored figures around us looked more realistic. There were thirty-three people in total, and the leader was an old man.

Thirty-three purple-winged troops, all with the same peak cultivation level of the third level of the Saint Realm.

Only this old man's aura has definitely reached the late stage of the Holy Realm, which is above the seventh level of the Holy Realm.

At this time, the old man's voice, not angry but intimidating, actually gave Xia Yiming an inexplicable sense of oppression.

No, the sense of oppression actually came from all directions, from all the Purple Wings present.

Xia Yiming's eyes narrowed. With his strength, it would be impossible for a normal third-level Saint Realm warrior to give him a sense of oppression.

"Array?" Xia Yiming reacted instantly.

"Is this a multi-body formation? The thirty-three people have interconnected auras and the same strength. Although they seem to have different techniques, methods, and auras, they are actually one body."

What surprised Xia Yiming the most was that in the hands of the old man, there seemed to be a momentum that far exceeded his own cultivation.

What Xia Yiming felt from the old man was no longer just a sense of oppression, but a sense of crisis.

"Button it up first." The old man suddenly shouted coldly.

"Yes." The surrounding purple-winged soldiers responded, and two purple-winged soldiers held shackles and walked out quickly.

"You are so presumptuous." Xia Yiming's face turned cold.

"Palace Master." Xia Yiming looked at Xiao Yi, "Please give me an order. Yiming will definitely kill these dozens of disrespectful people by the sword."

Xia Yiming's hand has grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, ready to draw the sword at any time.

The two purple-winged soldiers came closer and closer, the shackles in their hands clanking.

At this moment, the woman slowly raised her hand.

The movements of the two purple-winged troops came to an abrupt halt.

The woman's hand had already been retracted, but at this moment it slowly approached Xiao Yi again.

Those clear eyes looked directly at Xiao Yi.

"Your face is very cold. It is almost the coldest thing I have ever touched. No, it must be at the forefront."

The woman spoke softly.

"Sir, can you let me touch you again?"

There was no malice in the woman's voice, but a hint of questioning in her calmness.

"Okay." Xiao Yi nodded.

For some reason, the moment he saw the woman in front of him, his heart suddenly felt calm, like a still lake.

The feeling of being as clear as a mirror and as still as water makes people feel comfortable and comfortable all over.

Hearing this, the woman smiled, stretched out her hand towards Xiao Yi, and moved faster and faster.

Just when Bai Zhe's thin hand was only a fraction away from Xiao Yi's face, Xiao Yi's face turned cold.

"What?" The woman looked confused, and her outstretched hand froze instantly.

Xiao Yi said coldly, "You can touch me, but not for too long. I don't like other women touching me for too long."

The woman heard the words and nodded, "Okay."

Snapped…

The woman's hand gently placed on Xiao Yi's face.

"What do you want to see?" Xiao Yi asked.

The woman's face was calm, "I want to see why you are so cold... huh?"

The woman was talking to herself, but in an instant, her face suddenly changed dramatically, her body trembled, and her palms suddenly retracted.

"You..." The woman's calm expression disappeared instantly, and she took a step back unconsciously.

Xiao Yi frowned, and almost at this moment, the calm state of mind in his heart was instantly shattered.

The calm, mirror-like surface of the lake instantly shattered into huge waves.

A touch of darkness seemed to swallow up everything at this moment, including the mind... and even everything.

"What did you see?" Xiao Yi asked with a frown.

"Gu." The woman swallowed, Bai Zhe's neck moved slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I saw something, didn't you also see something?"

Don't wait for Xiao Yi to speak.

The woman gritted her teeth and asked, "What have you experienced?"

Xiao Yi frowned and said, "What did that girl see again?"

"Why ask knowingly?" The woman also frowned, but still said in horror, "The endless darkness...is deeper than the abyss, colder than the netherworld, and darker and deeper than the vast night..."

The woman looked at Xiao Yi seriously, "I don't know what it is, and I don't know what you have experienced."

"But to say that you don't know it yourself is nonsense."

When Xiao Yi heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he was sure that whatever the woman saw, something also appeared in his mind.

"Miss." In the distance, the old man saw something strange about the woman, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"These two weird guys, let's capture them first and then talk about them."

"No need." The woman turned her head slightly and said softly, "No one can escape my perception. There is no blue leaf poison in them."

The old man frowned and said, "Having said that, it's strange that these two people appeared here, and one of them shouted "Palace Master" one after another.

"Could it be some evil forces and monster organizations hiding in the dark?"

"It's better to detain them first and seal their cultivation."

"If there are no problems after interrogation, it won't be too late to let them go."

"Do it." The old man shouted coldly.

"Yes." The two purple-winged soldiers who had stopped at first responded and took action instantly.

Two purple-winged troops, one on the left and one on the right, blocked Xiao Yi's retreat and attacked Xiao Yi and Xiao Yi with their shackles.

"You are looking for death." Xia Yiming already showed murderous intent.

Clang… Clang…

Two crisp sword sounds.

Xia Yiming did not draw his sword, but two icy sword energy condensed on his fingertips.

Above the sword energy, the cold air is overwhelming.

Xia Yiming raised both hands, his fingertips sharp and fast.

Two blasts of frost sword energy instantly knocked away the two incoming purple-winged troops at the third level of the Saint Realm.

"Huh? Ice storm sword energy?" The old man in the distance looked shocked.

The woman also frowned and looked at Xia Yiming, "Are you from the Ice Palace?"

The woman's eyes were originally on Xiao Yi. At this time, she looked at Xia Yiming carefully, thought for a moment, and frowned.

"Are you Xia Yiming? Six years ago, when the hidden master Xia Yifeng came to my Dongfang home to talk with my father, I saw you. You followed the hidden master."

"Xia Yiming?" In the distance, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Palace Master?" The woman looked at Xiao Yi, "When did the Ice Palace have a palace master, and he is such a young warrior?"

"Could it be a fake?" The old man's eyes turned cold.

"As we all know, the Ice Palace has never had a palace owner since its establishment, let alone such a young boy."

The woman shook her head, "Xia Yiming, the word Xia Yiming, the Ice Storm Sword Qi, and the sword that has been unwilling to be easily pulled out from the waist, cannot be faked."

"If there is a palace master in the Ice Palace, it means that the Ice Lord inheritance has reappeared, and the Ice Lord lineage finally has a leader."

"Venerable Bing, one of the Six Venerables of Yanlong, has a successor, and he is the one in front of me."
Chapter completed!