After nine rounds of the Peak Vein Martial Arts, there were two disciples in the five major competitive regions who maintained a complete victory, and these ten disciples were sure to have a place to advance to the finals.

Among the three thousand inner disciples, these ten people are the beings who stand on the peak, and their future in the Hidden Sword Valley in the future is naturally bright and highly cultivated.

All the eliminated disciples sat back in the audience seats around the square, paying attention to the next tenth round of competition, which was related to the ranking of the next finals, which was equally important.

In the first competition area, the competition was conducted by Cao Feng, who was also from the Famous Sword Peak.

Cao Feng is the existence of the famous sword peak second only to Sima Xiang, the two are from the common peak vein, and they are extremely familiar with each other's strength, there is no need to waste physical strength on the senior brothers of the same peak vein, Cao Feng directly admits defeat.

In the second competition area, Xie Zhenyu of Lijian Peak played against Yingqi of Yinjian Peak.

Ying Qi was known as the second day talent of Hidden Sword Peak, but he knew that Xie Zhenyu was a ruthless character, and he was far from being an opponent, so he immediately abstained.

In the third arena, Xue Ye of Xiongjian Peak played against Lijian Peak Leng Wuxin.

The two have had a deep grudge since the beginning of the meeting, and it is naturally impossible for both parties to abstain.

And the most eye-catching competition in the tenth round was this one, and the eyes of the three thousand people were focused on the third arena, looking at the two indifferent figures.

"Senior Brother Leng, don't show mercy to your subordinates, you must trample this arrogant boy under your feet!"

"Get him, ravage him hard, and make him worse than dead!"

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The hundreds of disciples of Sword Peak were about to crack one by one, and they couldn't recognize that they all rushed up to hack Xue Ye to death, the strength of their Sword Peak could be ranked in the top three in the seventy-two peak veins, when had they been targeted and humiliated like this by a nobody?

In their proud hearts, they all thought so, and the disciples who dared to oppose the Sword Peak must end up worse than death.

"Senior Brother Xue, come on, we are optimistic about you!"

Although there were only about thirty disciples of Xiongjian Peak, far inferior to Lijian Peak in number, they were also actively shouting and cheering towards the third arena.

"Senior Brother Xue, come on!"

In the audience, suddenly a big man yelled at the third arena, and many people were shocked to look at him, only to see that this person was Tang Chen, who had entered with Xue Ye.

Tang Chen and Di Qiuyue worshiped Cui Jian Peak together, although his talent was not weak, he was submerged after entering the inner gate of the genius like a cloud, and this time the peak vein martial arts did not stand out, but after seeing Xue Yejiu's consecutive victories, he was even happier than he himself advanced to the finals.

Many disciples of Sword Peak looked at Tang Chen with threatening eyes, and the latter was unmoved and continued to cheer for Xue Ye.

"Senior Brother Xue will win!"

A female disciple of Cui Jian Peak suddenly stood up, it was Ye Qianluo.

Although Ye Qianluo did not qualify for the finals, her strength in Cuijian Peak was enough to rank in the top five, a very influential figure, and under her leadership, the disciples of Cuijian Peak were also cheering for Xue Ye one by one.

"Senior Brother Xue, come on, come on, come on, come on......"

The female disciples of Cuizhu Peak accounted for most of them, all of them had good looks and soft voices, and many of the boyfriends of these female disciples were male disciples from other peaks, and when these male disciples saw their girlfriends cheering for Xue Ye, they were all in high spirits and shouted Xue Ye's name.

Soon, the team cheering for Xue Ye spread throughout the entire three thousand auditorium, and the momentum instantly crushed the disciples of Sword Peak, swallowing their voices.

On the rostrum, Qi Qianhua and some other core elders were smiling, looking at these hot-blooded disciples, as if recalling the scene of participating in the Fengmai Martial Arts when he was young, only Zhan Houyi was alone with a gloomy face and was silent.

"Hmph, I didn't expect me to be much more popular than you!"

The corners of Xue Ye's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at each other indifferently.

"Everything in the ring relies on strength to speak, and when I beat you like mud and can't stand up, they will all shut up!"

Leng Wuxin's anger erupted in his eyes, he suddenly drew his sword, the cold light on the blade of the sword trembled, and pointed directly at Xue Ye: "Draw the sword!"

"You don't deserve me to draw your sword!"

Xue Ye's tone was full of disdain.

"Look for death!"

Leng Wuxin was angry to the extreme, he shot with all his might, and the two were more than thirty meters apart, just appeared in front of Xue Ye in an instant.

His body is super fast, his sword is faster than his body, the sword is stabbed, and the trajectory of the sword cannot be caught with his eyes in mid-air.

What Leng Wuxin cultivates is a "Quick Word Sword Technique" of the Seven Stars of Mortal Quality, and what Kendo pursues is the word "fast", which is fast to the extreme.

The speed of the sword is comparable to that of a meteor catching the moon, and the elegance and speed of the sword are almost perfectly interpreted.

Among the inner disciples of the Tibetan Sword Valley, the most powerful are the hundred-year-old genius Xiao Ruohan and the Shuangjiao of the Tibetan Sword Valley, but Leng Wuxin's sword speed is definitely a must, and the strength is infinitely close to the existence of these three people.

Generally, the cold and heartless competition will never exceed three swords, either complete a one-hit kill, or be hit hard, which is a very extreme fighting style.

Xue Ye didn't even have time to blink, even his breathing froze in an instant, and he subconsciously used the "Treading Snow Without a Trace" body technique, and retreated with the help of the negligible power of the sword wind.

The tip of the sword almost stuck into the skin of Xue Ye's throat, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword.

"Ice Cube Face ......"

Di Qiuyue's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and her spirit fell into a state of complete tension.

Before her voice fell, Leng Wuxin's second killing sword had already been cast, almost clinging to Xue Ye's figure and chasing straight away, the second sword was still directly stabbing the throat, this sword actually broke through to the extreme, and the speed was faster.

Leng Wuxin's temperament has always been to pursue extremes, and once he entered the combat state, he almost fell into madness, bent on killing him, because he wanted to kill Xue Ye a long time ago, regardless of any consequences.

Phantom Snow Shadow!

Xue Ye's gaze froze, and when Leng Wuxin stabbed down with a sword, the afterimage turned into a phantom of white light and disappeared into the air inexplicably.

"How so!"

Leng Wuxin stabbed the air with a sword, and his heart was inexplicably empty, and the most fatal sword of the third sword was unexpectedly unable to stab.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, but it's a pity that you haven't cultivated to the highest level, there are too many flaws!"

Xue Ye's voice suddenly appeared behind Leng Wuxin.

"What?"

Leng Wuxin didn't have any thoughts, and when he turned around, there was a sword, and Xue Ye's figure was really behind him, and this sword stabbed into his heart.

Xue Ye clasped his hands, the half-moon luster bloomed, and the cold and heartless sword blade was placed between the palms of his hands, and the two true qi rubbed violently.

"You almost attacked me in the back just now, but unfortunately you missed it, if you fight head-to-head with true qi, you don't have any chance of winning!"

Leng Wuxin's tense expression relaxed, his cultivation was the ninefold peak of the Enlightenment Realm, and he naturally had the confidence to crush Xue Ye with his strong true qi, only to see that he suddenly held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the sword qi was full of force, forcibly suppressing the half-moon light that Xue Ye was surrounded by both hands.

The half-moon in Xue Ye's arms dimmed, and he couldn't help but retreat backwards under his feet.

"Then you don't have any chance of winning, once your hands can't resist, my sword will pierce into your heart, don't worry, I won't be too fast, I will slow down and let you watch the blade pierce into your heart, hear the sound of the blade piercing your internal organs, and let you die in fear!"

Leng Wuxin held the sword in both hands and stabbed towards Xue Ye's heart.

"Good Senior Brother Leng, slaughter him!"

The disciples of Sharp Sword Peak clenched their fists one by one, as if they had seen the tragic situation of Xue Ye being killed.

The disciples who were cheering for Xue Ye just now were dumbfounded, especially the disciples of Xiongjian Peak who were almost suffocated, very afraid that the other party's sword would pierce into his heart in the next moment.

"It's not good, abstain!"

Di Qiuyue almost cried and shouted.

"Really?"

Xue Ye's face was as usual, but he stopped and retreated: "It's not that I didn't seize the opportunity to sneak attack you from behind, but I don't care to do this, I can defeat you at any time, I just want to see the power of your third sword, but I didn't expect it to disappoint me!"

"You... What do you say?"

Leng Wuxin's face changed drastically, but he found that no matter how hard his sword was forced, it was tightly buckled by the opponent's palm, and he couldn't move it in the slightest.