Zhan Houyi had a dark face and glared at Xue Ye fiercely, but because the head had already expressed his position, he couldn't say anything more, so he could only leave with a cold snort.

Mu Xiu did not blame Xue Ye, but quietly raised his eyebrows for the latter in praise, how could he not see that Xue Ye was deliberately heavy-handed with the eyes of the master, and the reason why he did not pursue it was because of the importance of Xue Ye.

In the No. 2 arena, a sharp look suddenly locked on Xue Ye.

Xue Ye's heart froze, and he looked towards that look, but it was from Xie Zhenyu, who pointed at him and made a movement to wipe his neck.

Not only Xie Zhenyu, but almost all the disciples of Sword Peak looked at him with vicious eyes, eager to kill him as soon as possible, it seemed that Xue Ye had aroused the public anger of the disciples of the entire Sword Peak.

"If you want revenge, just let the horse come!"

Xue Ye was not afraid of these eyes, looked around, and then walked off the arena indifferently.

The small turmoil subsided, and the meeting continued.

Round after round of competitions were carried out, Xue Ye then conducted five rounds of competitions, all of which were easily won, among which there was also a disciple of Sword Peak, who was carried down by him in a severe coma, which made everyone in Sword Peak hate their teeth itching, especially Leng Wuxin, who was also in the third competition area, almost spewing flames out of his eyes, and he couldn't wait to find Xue Ye to duel immediately.

In addition to Xue Ye, among the disciples of Xiongjian Peak, Xiong Xiong defeated six opponents in a row to maintain a complete victory, and the two had great hopes of advancing to the finals.

As for the results of others, the winning rate is very low, the stronger Zhou Xiaowan lost two games, the Ba Brothers Barty was injured and abstained, and Buddy's strength in fighting alone was not strong, and he lost three times in six games, and there was no much hope for promotion.

The seventh round of competition was conducted, and the referee elder continued to call his name: "Next, Xue Ye, a disciple of Xiongjian Peak, will face Wu Hui, a disciple of Jianfeng Peak!"

Xue Ye's gaze returned to his cold and ruthless appearance and stepped onto the arena.

"I, I abstain!"

A slightly chubby, fair-skinned disciple of Sword Peak walked up to the arena and immediately said.

"Don't you Sword Peak disciples all hate me to the bone? Don't you all have to duel with me and trample me under your feet? Why are you a grandson?"

Xue Ye's gaze suddenly looked at him.

"I ......"

Wu Hui shuddered when he was looked at, and he had already broken his courage.

"If you really admit you're a grandchild, then get out of here!"

Xue Ye retracted his gaze disdainfully.

"Wu Hui, if you really abstain, there will be no place for you in Sword Peak in the future!"

Speaking coldly and threateningly, he could see that Xue Ye was really deliberately humiliating the disciples of Sword Peak, which was unbearable for him.

"I... I ......"

Wu Hui struggled extremely in his heart, although Leng Wuxin's influence in Sword Peak was not as good as Xie Zhenyu's, but it was also very important, his words would definitely make his life in Sword Peak difficult to move an inch, and his future would be ruined when the time came, just thinking of the tragic situation of Zhan Shun and another Sword Peak disciple who fought with Xue Ye, he couldn't raise the courage to fight Xue Ye.

"Wu Hui, make your decision quickly!"

The referee elder saw Wu Hui, who was tense and urged.

"Hit him, my Sword Peak has no seeds!"

Leng Wuxin drank loudly, but unexpectedly, Wu Hui vomited out a mouthful of blood, his breath was disordered, his eyes were scattered, and his mood was almost crazy: "No, I can't, it's no better than killing me......"

"Is this your disciple of Sword Peak?"

Xue Ye walked off the arena with disdain.

"Damn, hurry up and arrange a competition between Xue Ye and me!"

Leng Wuxin yelled at the referee elder.

"Presumptuous, be careful that I disqualify you from the competition!"

"Get out of here, how can you speak!"

The two referee elders were naturally dissatisfied with each other's shouting, and directly scolded.

The cold and heartless shivered, but he could only sit down, not daring to attack again.

"How can this be ......?"

Zhan Hou gritted his teeth angrily and broke off the armrests on the Taishi chair.

The fifth arena started a competition, which made Xue Ye very concerned.

Xiong Xiong against Ye Qianluo.

Both of them have won all six fights before, and this time someone will definitely lose.

"Senior Brother Xiong, please advise!"

Ye Qianluo first bowed politely.

"Don't dare, please show mercy to Senior Sister Ye!"

Xiong Xiong humbly returned the salute.

Ye Qianluo drew his sword and attacked first, the blade was sharp, but it was slightly soft, between the shaking of his wrist, the blade was agile and ethereal, and the route of attack was elusive.

Xiong Xiong's face remained unchanged, he dealt with it calmly, his sword was unsheathed, the sharp sword bloomed, his basic swordsmanship was solid, and his kendo style was decent, but he had the style of a hero, upright, and courageous.

The performance of each sword move was dignified and accurate to the extreme, and Ye Qianluo attacked more than a dozen swords in a row, and then stepped forward, forming a counteroffensive and forcing Ye Qianluo to retreat.

Xiong Xiong's cultivation was at the ninefold peak of the Enlightenment Realm, Ye Qianluo was one level lower than him, and he was at the eightfold peak of the Enlightenment Realm, and he quickly fell behind under the head-on confrontation, forming a passive momentum.

Nine Songs and Thirteen Swords!

Although Ye Qianluo was not shocked, his footsteps changed smartly, and he staggered with the other party in a flash, cutting in from the side, throwing out his wrist lightly, and the snake-like blade turned into a zigzag arc, avoiding the opponent's sword blade to attack.

Although Xiong Xiong's swordsmanship moves were accurate and impartial, he was a little unable to grasp Ye Qianluo's unreasonable attack point, but he was cut into the middle lane by the sword qi that avoided the edge, stabbing at the vital point.

Xiong Xiong's face changed slightly, and he immediately gave up the strong attack, and narrowly avoided more than a dozen sword qi that cut into the middle, and there were still a few cuts on the sword robe, and he was almost injured.

"Why Senior Brother Xiong was forced to retreat by this little girl?"

Zhou Xiaowan in the first competition area was surprised.

"Senior Brother Xiong's strength in the entire inner gate is enough to rank in the top ten, or even higher, Senior Sister Ye is already very powerful to be able to force him so ugly!"

Inch said.

Ye Qianluo no longer confronted the opponent head-on, his footwork was smart, wandering around Xiong Xiong, and the sword qi with zigzag arcs always trickily avoided the opponent's defense line and carried out ghostly attacks.

"It will be more troublesome to entangle, only find the right time to defeat the other party in one fell swoop!"

For a swordsman like Xiong Xiong, who has decent swordsmanship, it is very tricky for an opponent who is unpredictable about the landing point of Shangye Qianluo's swordsmanship, but he is also extremely experienced in combat, and immediately retreats one after another to keep a certain distance from the other party.

Ye Qianluo continued to attack, but when the opponent retreated, the footwork under her feet was not as agile as before, and after the attack range of the sword technique was expanded, the offensive threat was also weakening.

Xiong Xiong wants this effect, occupying the active control distance, the timing is quickly accurate, it is the swordsmanship that can be exerted to the maximum power distance, and his eyes suddenly become sharp.

Hero Howl!

Xiong Xiong let out a long roar, and his pride soared into the sky.

The sword light suddenly flourished, and it slashed out with a momentum like a bamboo.

Clang!

The two blades were intertwined, and Ye Qianluo suddenly felt an overwhelming force attacking, and the sword in his hand had already taken off his hand, and his body staggered away.

When Ye Qianluo stabilized her figure, Xiong Xiong's sword tip was already pointed in front of her slender neck: "Senior Sister Ye, offended!"

"Thank you Senior Brother Xiong for your mercy!"

Ye Qianluo didn't have much to lose, and walked off the arena, losing to Xiong Xiong was reasonable.

Huiwu continued, and in the next competition, Xue Ye's opponents were either abstained or easily defeated, these people were not disciples of Sword Peak, and his shots were naturally not too heavy, just to the point.

The competition is getting white-hot, and those disciples who have lost three rounds in a row will be eliminated directly and will no longer continue to arrange the competition, while the disciples who have won consecutive victories will also arrange to meet, and the pressure will become more and more intense.

Nine rounds of competition have passed, and Zhou Xiaowan and Buddy have also been eliminated one after another, only Xue Ye and Xiong Xiong still maintain all the victories, so it is not difficult to advance in this way.

Although Di Qiuyue was also participating in the Peak Vein Martial Arts for the first time, she was also a blockbuster, and she actually won nine consecutive victories, and the happy Mu Xiu almost couldn't close her mouth, and kept praising how powerful his grandson was to the other core elders, which made Zhan Houyi very unhappy.

After Ye Qian lost to Xiong Xiong, he lost to Mo Yin on the first day of Hidden Sword Peak in the eighth and ninth days, and after two defeats, he lost the qualification to advance to the finals.

After nine rounds, there are only two people left in the third arena who have a record of nine wins, it is Xue Ye and Leng Wuxin, and the next two will have a battle.