Chapter 657: Winning streak
Ye Guchen came to this sword fighting hall to hone his swordsmanship.
But to be honest, if it is only about sword skills, his realm has surpassed many peerless powerhouses.
After all, it is a sword demon who has been in the sword world for decades.
His swordsmanship has long been returned to the basics, and any swordsmanship can be played to perfection.
The second person was still defeated by Ye Guchen's sword.
And then the third ......
Fourth ......
With the passage of time, one sword cultivator after another was defeated by Ye Guchen's men.
That Yu Wenji's face also changed from watching the play at the beginning, indifferent and disdainful, to surprised and disbelieving.
By the time Ye Guchen defeated the forty-second person, Yu Wenji's face had already frozen.
Ye Guchen had already surpassed him.
The entire sword fighting hall was dead silent, and the onlookers did not dare to make the slightest sound.
Ye Guchen took out his sword again, and the number of people defeated reached fifty!
Among them are some of the top sword cultivators of other dynasties.
"Well, who is this person, is it really a native of the Shengyuan Dynasty?"
Que Ling'er, who didn't pay attention to it, raised her thin eyebrows slightly, and began to pay attention to Ye Guchen.
"This person's sword skills are almost flawless. "The dry Mo of the Xuanming Dynasty is also solemn in his eyes.
If it weren't for Ye Guchen himself saying that he was a member of the Shengyuan Dynasty, they would really think that Ye Guchen was the pride of heaven of a certain high-ranking dynasty, or even a top-notch dynasty.
The maid who received Ye Guchen had already opened her mouth wide and was speechless.
She took the bait for Ye Guchen before, and once joked that a hundred consecutive victories were not a problem.
As a result, it seems that this possibility is not impossible!
"This ...... Who the hell is this son......" beads of sweat broke out on the maid's forehead, and she regretted it a little, so she forgot to ask for her name.
At this moment, a fiery red shadow stepped onto the ring where Ye Guchen was.
Dressed in a red dress, her posture is slender, as bright and moving as a flame.
It was the female sword cultivator of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty, Que Ling'er.
"In the Lower Vermilion Bird Dynasty, Suzaku Palace Bird Ling'er, please advise!" Bird Ling'er said in a delicate voice.
"Come on. Ye Guchen raised his sword and rose.
Shout!
Que Ling'er shot directly, and the fiery red sword in her hand slashed through a flash of flames.
Although there are formation restrictions, the people fighting swords in the arena can only compete with simple sword skills, but even so, the sword of Que Ling'er is still as fast as fire, and there seems to be a faint cry of a vermilion bird.
Ye Guchen's expression was flat, and the heavy sword in his hand turned slightly, like a shield, directly blocking Que Ling'er's sword momentum.
"Heavenly Fire Burning Plains!" Que Ling'er twisted her waist, and the sword momentum immediately turned, and the blade of the sword pierced through the void, as if a flame broke out.
At the same time, a faint fiery sword intent spread out from her body.
"It turned out to be sword intent!"
The entire sword fighting hall shook.
Sword intent can be said to be something that all sword cultivators dream of, but there are very few people who can comprehend it.
There was a hint of pride in her eyes, and she said with a hint of pride: "My fire sword intent, can you take it?"
Ye Guchen smiled slightly.
For him with the Five Elements Sword Intent, the Fire Sword Intent really couldn't be nothing.
But Ye Guchen did not show his sword intent, but broke it with his sword again.
Kill immortals and swordsmanship, slash immortals!
A sword swept through the air, although there was no true qi, but the power was still strong.
Rumble!
The sword intent of fire collapsed, and Finch Ling'er was knocked out of the sword fighting platform.
"I ...... I lost......" Finch Ling'er lost her mind, her face full of puzzlement.
She even used the sword intent of fire, and she even lost.
"That's ...... The Northern Netherworld's immortal-killing swordsmanship, how could he do it?" Offstage, the masked young man leaning on a remote corner muttered to himself with surprise.
"Who the hell are you!" Finch's mouth began, biting her lip stubbornly.
"Sword Sect Tallinn, Ye Guchen. Ye Guchen said lightly.
"What, he is Ye Guchen!"
"Oh my God, it's really Ye Guchen, I'm not mistaken!"
"Sure enough, when I saw that heavy sword, I had some guesses, but I never thought that I would really be lucky enough to be able to meet Ye Jianzong!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the entire sword fighting hall boiled in an instant.
Many sword cultivators were excited and red.
The current Ye Guchen, in the Shengyuan Dynasty, is not a legend, but it is almost there.
"Well, he's that Ye Guchen?" Yu Wenji frowned.
Although this was the case, he still didn't take Ye Guchen in his eyes.
"Ye Guchen, it seems that your cultivation only has nine changes in the divine soul?" Que Ling'er was slightly surprised when she heard this, and then as if she thought of something, she asked.
"Hmm. Ye Guchen nodded lightly.
"Hey, it's a pity, the Nine Transformations of the Divine Soul are difficult to achieve in the Tianjiao Battlefield Qualifiers. Que Ling'er shook her head slightly, feeling a little regretful.
Ye Guchen's sword skills were extraordinary, but his own realm was still not as good as the Tianjiao of these medium-high dynasties.
Ye Guchen smiled casually and didn't care.
"Xuanying Dynasty, the Black Death Sword is withered!"
At this time, a man in black with a cold breath jumped onto the sword fighting platform.
"Come on. Ye Guchen said.
Next, it is still within a simple ten moves, and it is not defeated.
But Ku Mo's face did not change in the slightest, and he said: "Sword skills are okay, but if you can use true qi, you are not my opponent." ”
Ye Guchen ignored it, these days Tianjiao, it seems that he will only judge a person's strength by the realm.
Next, Ye Guchen's winning streak reached seventy, and even the deputy owner of the Sword Fighting Pavilion was shocked.
Could it be that Ye Guchen wants to break the record?
The maid who received her was pale, and her back was covered with cold sweat.
She originally wanted to slaughter a wronged leader, but it turned out to be Ye Guchen.
If Ye Guchen really broke the record, he would have to take five million crystals from the Sword Fighting Pavilion.
At this moment, the deputy hall master of the Sword Fighting Pavilion looked at her sharply, making her tremble.
"If you make up your mind and hit the Sword Sect, you are really amazing!" the deputy hall master said coldly in a low voice, his face twitching.
"I, I don't know......" The maid was full of anxiety, like a mourning exam.
At this moment, Yu Wenji finally spoke: "Heh, Ye Guchen, it's a pity, if I wasn't here, maybe you might really be able to break the record, but I won't let you get the five million crystals today." ”
Yu Wenji dodged and jumped directly onto the sword fighting platform.
"Even Yu Wenji has shot!"
"He is the top Tianjiao of the High Dynasty, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary. ”
"I don't know if Ye Jianzong can beat Yu Wenji?"
Seeing Yu Wenji on stage, the surrounding crowd made an uproar, and countless eyes were focused on the two of them.
"Whew...... Deputy Pavilion Master, it seems that our Sword Fighting Pavilion doesn't need to come up with these five million. The maid patted her chest with her hand and let out a long sigh of relief.
The original nervous expression was also gone, revealing a faint smile.
In her opinion, Yu Wenji should be stronger than Ye Guchen regardless of identity, status, or strength.
No matter how powerful Ye Guchen is, it is only limited to the Shengyuan Dynasty.
"Hopefully......" said the deputy hall master, his mind was also quite complicated.
Although he didn't want the Sword Fighting Pavilion to lose five million, he didn't want the Sword Sect of the Shengyuan Dynasty to be defeated by Tianjiao of other dynasties, which would be a bit embarrassing.
(End of chapter)