Most of the onlookers present are people from the martial arts arena, not to mention how strong they are, but at least they still have some eyesight.

Looking at the scene in front of them, even they were extremely shocked.

The figures of the two are like ghosts, constantly shuttling in the ring, Ye Feng is wearing a set of white clothes, while Ximen Fuxue is wearing a set of green clothes.

One white and one blue flickered in it from time to time like two phantoms, and it was difficult for ordinary people to capture the battle between the two with the naked eye.

The sharp blade shone white from time to time, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air was endless.

Woohoo!

Simon Fuxue is holding a long sword. The sharp attack was like a raging storm and tilted towards Ye Feng, and his speed was extremely fast, dazzling.

And Ye Feng's constant dodge, no matter how strong and fierce the opponent's attack is, he can calmly dodge.

There was a fierce fight on the stage, and the people in the audience all raised their hearts to their throats one by one, and they were extremely nervous.

This level of fighting is really exciting, as the saying goes, if a master makes a move, you may be able to tell the winner in an instant.

They are all looking forward to the moment when the winner will be decided.

Wang Zhenxiong stared at the ring with his eyes, Ximen blowing snow was his last hope, if he couldn't win again, then his son's revenge would not be avenged at all.

Mr. Simon, you must win!

Fat Song was also extremely nervous, his fists clenched. The palms of my hands were covered with sticky sweat.

"Fat Song, you die, it is impossible to defeat Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Feng will definitely die, you will lose!" Song Chunqiu next to him sneered.

"Bastard. Shut up for me!" Song Fat Man pointed at Song Chunqiu and shouted angrily.

Song Chunqiu sneered, but he didn't speak again.

As long as Ye Feng is defeated, he will be able to humiliate Song Fatty!

When the time comes, you must trample him under your feet, and let him know what will happen if you offend yourself!

The two were still fighting fiercely on the field.

Ximen Fuxue's attack stopped, his eyes looked at Ye Feng calmly and calmly, and his breathing was extremely steady, from this point, it could be seen how thick his breath was.

"Ye Feng, you can hold on to me for so long, your strength is not bad!" Ximen Fuxue looked at Ye Feng indifferently, and said in a flat voice.

"Does that mean you haven't used all your strength yet?" Ye Feng said coldly.

"Of course, everyone knows that my Ximen family is good at swordsmanship, and in our swordsmanship, the most powerful is the Ximen Three Swords, if you can take my three swords next, it means that you are really capable!"

Ximen Blowing Snow and Yang the sword, said in a deep voice.

"Cheap, your Ximen family is really cheap, one is not enough, and there are three cheap. I really admire it?" Ye Feng said jokingly.

Ximen Fuxue didn't understand what Ye Feng meant, of course, no matter what Ye Feng said, he didn't care.

When they heard that Ximen Fuxue was going to use Ximen's three swords, everyone in the audience was surprised.

The Simon family is very famous in the province and is well known to everyone.

Of course, they had heard of Simon Sanjian.

Martial arts are not only strong in the body, but also in the routines of the moves.

For example, the Ximen Three Swords of the Simon Family are a kind of swordsmanship!

"The first sword of Ximen, the sword is a little cold!"

Ximen Fuxue snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly at this time.

On the body of the sword, you can faintly see a little cold glow that exudes this white luster.

Then his figure flickered straight away, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of Ye Feng.

His long sword also stabbed straight at Ye Feng's chest.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze became a little solemn.

If what he expected was right, the cold light on the sword should be the so-called internal force of the martial artist.

Ye Feng had relatively little contact with people in the martial arts world, and he didn't know much about the internal strength cultivation they believed in.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's long sword with a clanging of his two fingers.

Bite!

The tip of Ximen Blowing Snow's sword was suddenly caught by Ye Feng with two fingers.

Ximen Fuxue was slightly stunned, Ye Feng actually caught his long sword with only two fingers.

Ye Feng twisted hard, wanting to break the long sword, if it was an ordinary sword, he could break it casually, but this sword was made of special material and blessed by internal force, so he only bent the long sword.

Ximen Fuxue's face sank, and then the internal force was instilled, and the long sword suddenly bounced back with a bang.

A huge force struck from the tip of the sword, and the entire sword body trembled at this time.

Ye Feng hurriedly let go of his hand, then took a step back to stabilize his body, and the solemnity in his eyes became even stronger.

Ximen Blowing Xue's face was also a little red, and the killing intent in his eyes was much more powerful.

A brief confrontation just now made him clearly know that this Ye Feng is not simple!

"Ximen two swords, the sword is like a dragon to take the enemy's head!"

Simon Blowing Snow shouted again, and then his figure disappeared.

At the moment when the snow disappeared at the West Gate, Ye Feng suddenly felt a fierce murderous aura.

It seems to be in front of him. There were countless sharp edges that kept cutting towards him.

Ye Feng's eyes were solemn, and then his eyes flashed coldly, and his body moved at this time, trying his best to avoid the opponent's attack.

But Ye Feng soon discovered that the other party's swordsmanship was all false moves.

At this moment, Ye Feng felt a fatal crisis.

Suddenly, Simon Blowing Snow appeared on his flank, and the razor-sharp blade sliced through the air with a thud and slashed horizontally towards his neck.

Ye Feng's hairs stood on end, a cold light surged behind him, and on this sword, he felt an extremely strong sense of crisis.

Ye Feng's eyes flashed red, and he shouted angrily.

The sensitivity of the body soared rapidly at this time, and he hurriedly turned his head sideways, and then narrowly dodged it, but he was still swept by the sword qi. Lost a few hairs.

After dodging, Ye Feng raised his fist and bombarded it with a punch towards Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ximen Fuxue saw that Ye Feng had actually dodged, his face couldn't help but change, and before he could react, Ye Feng's fist smashed towards his head.

He could only retreat backwards, barely dodging Ye Feng's punch.

"Ximen three swords, force to split Huashan and drift snow!"

Ximen Blowing Snow shouted again, and used Ximen's third sword.

Her figure flashed suddenly, and suddenly appeared above Ye Feng's head.

He held the sword in both hands with all his might. Straight down at Ye Feng's head.

Seeing this, Ye Feng sneered, did not dodge, clenched his fist again, and then smashed it towards Ximen Fuxue.

Seeing that Ye Feng dared to resist with his body, Ximen Blowing Snow showed excitement.

His sword sharpens iron like clay, and if such a sword is chopped, let alone a person, even if it is a piece of iron, it can be split in half.

Jingling!

His long sword slashed at Ye Feng's fist, making a crisp sound similar to a metal collision!

But something surprising happened, his sword actually failed to split Ye Feng's fist?

Not even trauma!

Seeing this scene, Ximen Chuixue was horrified in his heart, how strong is this Ye Feng's body!

Ye Feng laughed fiercely, and the other hand immediately clenched into a fist, and then smashed it into Ximen Blowing Snow's chest.

Ximen Fuxue's figure stopped in mid-air, there was no possibility of dodging at all, and he was smashed by Ye Feng's punch.

Burst!

After a loud and silent thud, his figure flew upside down like a cannonball, and then quickly flew backwards.

Wait until he lands. He didn't fall, but stabilized his body.

However, his face was extremely ugly, and he no longer had the same calmness as before, not only did his breath become chaotic, but even his face turned a little pale.

"The three swords have been used up, what other moves do you have, just use them?" Ye Feng sneered, and added after speaking: "But I won't keep my hands anymore!"

Ximen Fuxue's face was extremely ugly, listening to Ye Feng's meaning, Ye Feng didn't use his full strength just now!

"The rainbow runs through the sunset sky!"

Ximen Blowing Snow's long hair became messy at this time, and there was a strong murderous aura exuding from his body!

"It's really stubborn!" Ye Feng sneered, and in his hand, a crimson dagger appeared, which was the Death Dagger!

Then, Ye Feng also moved.

The two figures, one white and one green, collided together like ghosts. At this moment, no one knew what was happening, only to see two figures quickly staggering away.

Yes!

A terrible scream suddenly sounded, and everyone looked over and found that this scream was actually made by Simon blowing snow.

Simon Fuxue felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm. He let out a miserable scream, and subconsciously looked down, only to find that his arm was actually oozing blood.

Then he was horrified to find that the arm had actually been broken, and it had fallen to the ground with a clatter.

A large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain.

Tick-tock-tock-low to the ground.

How is this possible?

Simon's expression became distorted, and it was full of pain.

All along, he didn't know how Ye Feng cut off his arm.

A bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he said jokingly: "Your performance time is over, now it's time for me to play!"

After speaking, Ye Feng's figure disappeared like a ghost.

Simon Blowing Snow's face changed drastically, and a color of fear spread in his heart, and before he could react, he found that his other arm also had a sharp pain.

As soon as the screams rang out, his arm fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Ximen Blowing Snow was cut off by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's face was cold, and he walked in front of Ximen Blowing Snow. He sneered: "As a swordsman, if you don't have two arms, isn't it more painful than losing your life?"

Ye Feng held the Death Dagger in his hand, and blood kept dripping from it.

"Cutting off your hands is to avenge Uncle Song's eighteen apprentices!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he continued to say gloomily: "Next, you should pay the price for you to hurt Uncle Song!"