Mount Emei is surrounded by sword peaks.

Ye Yun smiled calmly, and his posture was as tall as a pine.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mo Xiangyang's momentum soared violently, making him robe-covered and indifferent, as if he was on the top of a strange peak, with a glance at the mountains.

A strange sword groan suddenly resounded throughout the audience.

In the snap of a finger, a series of green and faint sword rays surrounded Mo Xiangyang's body.

They bloomed with cyan light, as if they were more than a dozen rounds of cyan suns, constantly changing their directions, and flexibly forming attack arrays one by one.

"What? What did I see? This can't be!" Gong Youruo was surprised.

She has always seen a lot, and even went to the ancient battlefield and the legendary Shambhala, and once accompanied the Huaxia Sword Immortal, and she had a kind of calmness that read thousands of sails on weekdays, but she was frightened at this moment.

"Manipulate more than a dozen flying swords at the same time!!Is this Mo Xiangyang going against the sky?!" The five ancestors of Shushan also silently exchanged a look.

Countless people's faces changed wildly, and they almost knelt down.

No one knows what Mo Xiangyang, who has always been unknown, has experienced in these years and can actually do this.

You must know that the cultivation realm of the "Dao Palace Realm" is destined to not be too strong, and many people are time-consuming and laborious, and it takes months or even years to control a flying sword. There are also those who can control two flying swords, which are already considered to be top-notch characters, and they need to be supported by a terrifying and moving powerful divine sense.

However, this Mo Xiangyang in front of him was controlling more than a dozen flying swords at the same time, and his power was naturally amazing.

What Mo Xiangyang controls is actually a set of flying swords, each of which is very small, but the divine sense required is not something that ordinary powerhouses can support.

His eyes were staring at Ye Yun deadly, his face was crazy and hideous.

"In the past, this seat was like a tiger lying on a barren hill, lurking minions to endure, and now it soars into the sky, and it will definitely kill you!" Mo Xiangyang was full of confidence.

"Really?" Ye Yun was still calm, and didn't seem to be surprised.

"After killing you, this seat will also win the 'Sword Fighting List', and from then on defeat all the heroes in the world and look at China!" Mo Xiangyang's voice became more and more high-pitched, like a shocking sword chant, which shook everyone's eardrums.

"It's good to have self-confidence, and it's good to have too much confidence. Ye Yun smiled.

The set of flying swords that bloomed with blue light suddenly flew into the sky, like a meteor falling to the ground, slashing down, covering the range of acres.

The terrifying killing intent is boiling like an ocean, even the many strong people sitting on the sidelines are also empathetic, and their heartstrings are tight.

"It's dead! The death of the surnamed Ye is decided!" In the depths of the hall, a crisp female voice came, it was Qi Yingqiong, who was spanked by Ye Yun that day.

At that time, Qi Yingqiong was pressed by the elders of the sect to apologize to Ye Yun, which had already made her lose face, and she had been in retreat for a long time after coming back.

"Brother Yun is dangerous!" Sun Ye and the others also jumped in surprise, and no one could remain calm.

After all, the people of the "Yunding Sect" rarely saw this level of sword fighting, and Mo Xiangyang's sword moves seemed to be extremely sharp, and seemed to have a devastating and terrifying power.

Ye Yun didn't dodge, he still stood firmly in place, looking at those swords like air.

"Die, die, see if you're not dead this time!" Mo Xiangyang was ecstatic, thinking that Ye Yun was stupid.

When the sword was about to stab Ye Yun, he moved.

No one could see his movements clearly, only that there was an afterimage passing in front of him, and Mo Xiangyang vomited blood and flew into the sky, and there was a continuous cracking sound on his body, as if the layers of talisman treasures had been shattered.

"Impossible! This speed is simply faster than lightning!" Ling Nan, one of the five ancestors of Shushan, opened his mouth wide in horror.

As the one with the most powerful vision in the audience, he could probably know that it was Ye Yun who slapped this opponent away, and at the same time avoided all sword moves.

There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and many people sat unsteadily, and the teacups in their hands fell to the ground.

Mo Xiangyang's previous wave of lore had inevitably bombarded the ground, and even blasted the supposedly very solid floor into a four-foot-deep pit.

However, such a terrifying sword move did not touch Ye Yun at all, he stood firmly outside the range of the attack, and waited until Mo Xiangyang fell to the ground in embarrassment, and stepped on this person's face with one foot.

Ye Yun's soles were slightly forced, and Mo Xiangyang was stepped into the ground, and the ground, which was originally as smooth as a mirror, actually appeared a perfect human-shaped indentation, as if it was tailor-made for Mo Xiangyang.

In the blink of an eye, the winner has been decided, and such a scene is more and more terrifying.

"How can this be? I'm so angry with the old lady!" Qi Yingqiong's hatred was hard to dissipate, and a pink fist slammed into the pillar of the palace.

"Awesome! My Brother Yun is really fierce!" Sun Ye sneered, and sat back in his seat, his heart that was beating wildly only then regained his calm slightly.

Ye Yun stepped on Mo Xiangyang, and said in an indifferent tone: "From tomorrow, dissolve the 'Qingyang Palace', otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." ”

"Go dream!" Mo Xiangyang trembled all over, and roared with all his might.

Although he was trampled into the ground, his divine sense still shrouded a considerable area, and he could command those flying swords with ease.

In the blink of an eye, the small flying sword in that place bounced up again with great spirituality, like a deadly poisonous bee, silently attacking Ye Yun's back.

"If you don't eat the toast, you have to eat the penalty wine. Ye Yun shook his head.

He turned around abruptly and slapped his palm forward.

The extremely sharp flying sword was like a fly, constantly being slapped down from the air by him.

Grabbing a flying sword at random, Ye Yun easily broke it and shattered it into four pieces. He concocted the same method and abolished the set of flying swords of the "Qingyang Palace".

The crisp sound of the sword being broken clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Is this all like this? Ye Yun's body, how strong is it?" Many people trembled.

In the face of the sharp flying sword, ordinary monks can only use the same sword to fight hard, or rely on the powerful magic weapon on their body to carry it.

No one expected that Ye Yun would be fearless and make such an amazing move!

In other words, Ye Yun's physical strength is probably far superior to that of the flying sword, and he himself is a peerless divine soldier with his bare hands.

"Fierce! Brother Yun is simply domineering!" Sun Ye and the others cheered.

"The master is too strong, what kind of anti-heaven technique did he practice, and he was able to suppress the flying sword with his physical body!" Gong Youruo was also shocked.

Qi Yingqiong and the others were collectively dumbfounded, thinking that their cultivation had gone mad, and an extremely funny illusion appeared in front of them.

"I read it wrong, I must have read it wrong, Bacheng hasn't woken up yet!" Qi Yingqiong muttered as she reached out and pinched her thigh, so that her legs were purple and purple.

By the time Ye Yun turned around and walked off the sword fighting platform, Mo Xiangyang had completely cut off his vitality.

"I always felt that Ye Yun was very strong, but I didn't expect to see with my own eyes, he was several times stronger than I imagined, and he deserved to be the top master of the founding sect! "There is a loose cultivator of the "Dao Palace Realm", sighing leisurely.

The sword fight continued.

Because of the restrictions of the rules, there are not many people who are eligible to participate, only less than forty people, all of whom are the strongest of each force.

Therefore, in half a day, half of them have been eliminated and entered the second round.

The sun was high, and it was noon again.

Ye Yun ushered in a second opponent, a young man from a hidden family, whose name was Xiao Yan.

This man was definitely no more than thirty years old, quite young among the monks, he was well-proportioned, wearing a handsome robe of fiery red, tied with a jade belt, and a pair of python scale boots, like an invincible general who charged into battle in ancient times.

The only drawback is that this Xiao Yan's skin is extremely poor, as if he has been on fire for many years, and his face is not only pitted, but also has several peeling places, which is quite ugly.

Ye Yun had been pranayama with his eyes closed before, immersed in his own world, and it was only after listening to Sun Ye that he knew that Xiao Yan was a master of fire control. Before, black and white flames erupted all over his body, and the attacking flying sword was directly melted, and the opponent had no weapons to use, so he could only surrender and admit defeat.

Ye Yun slowly ascended to the sword fighting platform, once again attracting the attention of the audience.

He looked at his opponent calmly, and Xiao Yan also stared at him intently.

"Little Brother Xiao, I have no intention of making a move with you, you can admit defeat on your own. Ye Yun said indifferently.

"Yes, Ye Yun is not trivial, you are not an opponent. Someone shouted.

"That's not necessarily," Xiao Yan smiled proudly, "I heard that Sect Master Ye has unparalleled combat power, and has successively subdued the Xiuzhen Alliance, conquered the Tibetan Plateau, leveled the Kunlun Divine Palace, and even killed two Dharma Kings...... Xiao came over this time just to meet Sect Master Ye for a while and see who is the strongest person of the new generation. ”

"I can't see it, you're quite confident. Ye Yun said.

"That's natural, Sect Master Ye, be careful, these two flames of mine are extraordinary, if you are not careful, they may burn you to ashes. Xiao Yan sneered.

As he spoke, Xiao Yan's left and right palms raised white flames and black flames respectively.

The white flames were as cold as frost, revealing a piercing chill.

The black flames are deep and dark, like a black hole that devours all things.

Xiao Yan's palms were closed, and the two different fires with completely different attributes actually merged into one, and under the manipulation of his divine sense, they turned into a Tai Chi Yin and Yang pattern.

"Miraculous! This son should not be underestimated!" Sun Xuanji, one of the five ancestors of Shushan, nodded approvingly.

Ye Yun looked at the other party, his face did not change in the slightest.

He is a master of the Dan Dao Supreme level, and he is very familiar with all kinds of flames.

In addition to the well-known flames in the world, there are also strange fires with strange properties and wonderful uses, and there are no less than two hundred kinds of fires.

Being able to collect a kind of alien fire is already a great luck, and the probability is very small.

It is indeed not easy for this Xiao Yan to control two different fires at the same time, and he can also skillfully use them.

"Sect Master Ye, please be careful!" Xiao Yan smiled confidently, his whole body was covered with strange fire, and he rushed over directly.

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