"Oh my God! The old man has opened his eyes!"

Wang Ying's eyes widened, scanning the spirit stones on the ground that had lost their luster. The surprised body trembled, and hundreds of used spirit stones were thrown away like garbage by Ye Wuwu, which was also too exaggerated.

Ye Wuwu smiled slightly: "Don't be surprised. These spirit stones are not as precious as you think. Spirit stones that are too low-grade are basically not of much help to soul refiners to improve their soul power. If there is a good grade spirit stone, the soul power contained in one piece is equivalent to the current thousand. Well, here are a thousand spirit stones, give you a month, use them all!"

A month and a half later, in a small town in Xiaoyaomen, Ye Wuwu and the two were striding towards the outside of the town.

The appointed time with the drunkard was tonight, and the bright moonlight shrouded the land, which seemed to cast a hazy cloak over the wilderness.

Ye Wuwu was dressed in a black robe, his face looked straight ahead, his black eyes were as deep as a black hole in the universe, and there was a wise light in them.

With a sword hanging from his waist, the whole person gives people a sense of proud existence, and those who walked outside the city couldn't help but be shocked.

"If such a man likes me, it's worth my death. ”

A chubby chick grinned, her eyes widened, and muttered.

"Silly girl, what are you daydreaming about, that's a powerful big man, just rely on you, are you worthy of it?"

A middle-aged man whispered.

"Son, go home quickly! Don't stare at people, don't look at these people who are so temperamental on the surface, be careful to stare at others and commit taboos, they will be killed. ”

A woman hurriedly took the chubby girl's hand and said.

Wang Ying was also dressed in black, smiling, shaking a feather fan, looking like an old housekeeper, full of absolute confidence in Ye Wuwu's challenge to the drunken maniac.

In the moonlight, on a hill, the drunken maniac was standing quietly, completely integrated with the surrounding scenery in a trance, and if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't even be aware of his presence.

"He's finally here. ”

The drunken maniac's heart moved, and his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes burst with a longing divine light.

"Drunken maniac!"

Ye Wuwu suddenly jumped up and jumped towards the hill.

"Drunken maniac!"

Wang Ying said at the same time.

"Ye Wuwu, you're finally here!"

The drunken maniac said with a smile and nodded at Wang Ying.

"Come on, let's fight!"

Ye Wuwu's eyes flashed with confidence, and he was full of confidence in fighting the drunken maniac.

"Okay! Ye Wuwu, except for not being able to use your spirit beast, you can use any means! Take out all your strength, the old man will definitely not show mercy under the sword. ”

The drunken maniac said coldly.

Ye Wuwu nodded, using the spirit beast to defeat the drunken maniac, that didn't make any sense at all.

Wang Ying and several people from the Drunkard Sect retreated one after another, and the battle between the two genius masters of Linyu City must be absolutely amazing.

"I've heard the white-clothed sword saint swordsmanship for a long time, and today I finally have a chance to see it, come on, let's try the swordsmanship!"

The battle intent in Ye Wuwu's heart became stronger and stronger, and the long sword was instantly unsheathed, slashing through a cyan light.

"Okay, the old man hasn't met a master in swordsmanship for a long time, Ye Wuwu, get ready to take it!"

The drunken maniac's face was pale, and his heart was even more unwavering, and he squinted his eyes slightly and stared at Ye Wuwu, as if he only had Ye Wuwu as an opponent in his eyes.

The corners of Ye Wuwu's mouth turned up slightly, a smile appeared, his body moved with his heart, and his powerful momentum burst out instantly.

The momentum of the drunken maniac also broke out, both of them are top masters among the martial artists, and they also have the method of refining souls, and the momentum erupts at the same time, how amazing the power is.

Wang Ying and the others couldn't help but retreat continuously, and the strong battle intent coming from the place where the two of them were standing was too terrifying.

"Soul Refining Stage Fourth-level Early Stage Strength!"

The momentum of the drunken maniac suddenly exploded, and his squinted eyes flashed fiercely, and he didn't dare to underestimate the young man in front of him.

"Drunken maniac, don't hide your secrets, show all your strength!"

Ye Wuwu said in a low voice, and the Five Elements Soul Refining Technique in his body suddenly exploded to the mid-level strength of the fourth level of soul refining.

"Good boy, crazy enough!"

The momentum of the drunken maniac has once again increased to a higher level, and it has also reached the strength of the fourth level of the soul refining period.

"Such a strong momentum, I really didn't expect this drunken maniac to be a master of soul refining, no wonder Ye Shao chose to retreat and practice penance to improve his strength. It seems that it is not so easy for Ye Shao to defeat the drunken maniac. ”

Wang Ying sighed.

"The swordsmanship of the white-clothed Sword Saint senior has reached the peak of a martial artist, and he will not be defeated by Ye Shao. ”

The Elder of Xiaoyaomen said unconvinced.

"Humph!"

Wang Ying snorted coldly, staring at the two white shadows in front of him without blinking, and almost at the same time, the two white shadows had moved.

The two white shadows jumped up at the same time, the sword light was like lightning in the sky, and the moment the figures in the air staggered, the sword qi burst out, and a sonorous sound came, and dozens of sword flowers completely enveloped the two of them.

"Ahh

The onlookers couldn't help but shout, both sides are genius masters who have entered the Tao with martial arts, and their swordsmanship has reached the highest level of martial arts, even with Wang Ying's eyesight, they can't fully see the tricks of the two.

"Drunken maniac, it really deserves its name!"

"Ye boy, you shocked the old man even more!"

The two figures separated at the same time, Ye Wuwu stopped where the drunken maniac had stood at first, and the drunken maniac went to the opposite place.

With fast fighting, the two are basically equal, of course, with the arrogant character of the two, they naturally do not obey each other, and in an instant, the two broke out again.

The two white figures are like light swallows flying in the air, and in a short moment in the air, the swordsmanship of the two has reached their respective limits.

The figures parted again, and the eyes of the two showed shock at the same time, Ye Wuwu's half-sleeved sleeve was slashed to the ground by the sword qi of the drunken maniac, and the drunken maniac's robe was punctured, revealing the strong and hard muscles in his chest.

Ye Wuwujian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, this drunken maniac's swordsmanship was really unfathomable, if he hadn't reacted fast enough just now, he was afraid that his wrist had already been cut off.

The drunken maniac's eyes narrowed even tighter, Ye Wuwu was completely unexpected, and he was so strong that he could pierce his robe. Three years ago, he was only a lowly Demon Monarch-level martial artist, but now he was able to fight a fair battle with himself. In terms of talent, the drunken maniac thinks that he has lost to Ye Wuwu.

"Ye Wuwu, I have to admit that you are a martial arts genius that is rare in a thousand years, but to defeat me, your strength is far from enough. ”

The drunken maniac said in a cold tone.

"I'm sorry, I have to beat you!"

Ye Wuwu felt a sense of fearlessness in his heart, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Pick up!"

Ye Wuwu jumped ten zhang high out of thin air, raised his sword with both hands and slashed from top to bottom, a simple move, there was no fancy at all, but the powerful soul power contained in it made the drunkard moved.

"Whoosh!"

The drunken maniac also flew up and jumped up, and the same sword slashed at Ye Wuwu.

In mid-air, the two long swords finally collided together, making a loud explosion and impact. This move, fusing the absolute strength of the two, produces such an amazing power.

The two of them were bounced out by this powerful force at the same time, Ye Wuwu only felt a tightness in his chest, and when he opened his mouth, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The drunken maniac was also uncomfortable, the powerful force was shocked, the sword was covered with blood, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand was oozing red blood.

"Kill!"

After Ye Wuwu vomited blood, the fighting intent in his heart became stronger, and his body was pulled up out of thin air and suspended in mid-air.

"Phew!"

Naturally, the drunken maniac would not admit defeat, and he used his soul power to levitate in the air.

Almost there is a tacit understanding, the two make moves at the same time, after the master reaches a certain realm, there is no move to win, the double sword continues to catch up, and the two are constantly being bounced away.

Competing for soul power, the two were almost the same, and after half an hour, both of them looked embarrassed.

Ye Wuwu shook his head with a wry smile, his arm had been cut by the sword qi in several places, although the blood had stopped, but the placket of his clothes was dyed red.

And the drunken maniac was no better, his face was pale, he had fought hard with Ye Wuwu for so long, and he didn't get any benefit at all, and his chest and clothes were also stained red with blood.

"Ye Shao, stop fighting! You are about the same strength, and if you continue to fight, you will lose both, so it will not benefit anyone. ”

Wang Ying shouted loudly, looking at the blood flowing from Ye Wuwu's body, Wang Ying only felt a pain in his heart, as if the blood was flowing on his body.

"Ye Wuwu, you can't defeat the old man, and the old man can't defeat you for a while, it's better to count this battle as a draw, let's fight again in the future, how about it?"

The drunken maniac suddenly said, Ye Wuwu was seventeen years old, and he fought to a draw with himself, although he was still honored, with Ye Wuwu's character, he gave him the stairs, presumably he would also give face.

"That's the best, the two sides are drawn! No one needs to be seriously injured!"

Wang Ying's face was overjoyed and muttered.

"No! You and I must decide the winner today, and I will defeat you! That's a must!"

Ye Wuwu refused the request of the drunken maniac, and his eyes still revealed an incomparably determined expression.

"Hmph! Toast without eating and drinking!"

The drunken maniac suddenly became angry in his heart, he didn't want to hit his self-confidence, but he didn't expect him to lose face at all.

Ye Wuwu showed a mouthful of white and neat teeth, and smiled slyly, did the drunkard think that he had this strength, then he was absolutely wrong, and frantically absorbed the spiritual power of more than a thousand spirit stones, even if they were all low-quality spirit stones, but once the number increased, the soul power in Ye Wuwu's body would also accumulate a lot. ”

Because he admired Ye Wuwu and didn't want to hit Ye Wuwu's self-confidence, he never used all his strength, however, in the face of Ye Wuwu's arrogance, the drunken maniac finally couldn't bear it.

For a top martial artist like a drunken maniac, no martial artist is absolutely allowed to defeat him, because the more powerful the martial artist, the more arrogant he is in his heart.