The pain is superimposed on each point, the heavy sword in Ye Fei's hand is trembling slightly, people can be crazy, but they must have excellent skills to support this madness, if there is no fire under the hand, then the madness will become stupid, it will become a joke, he has a sword in his hand, and there is pain in his heart, this is the capital of madness.

The tip of Ji Ling's sword pointed obliquely to the sky, the blade of the sword was facing Ye Fei, and a sword with his arm stretched out, as fast as an electric switch of fire, the long sword had disappeared in an instant, leaving only a dazzling cold light flashing to the opponent's chest, this time he did not stipulate a number of moves, and he could not expect how many moves to use.

Ye Fei looked up at the sky, the heavy sword swung out, the sword body drew a semicircular arc of light, and the black fracture fan seemed to unfold between the flashes, and in an instant, he met the cold light of his chest, only to hear a trembling sound, the two figures were separated at a touch, and Ji Ling no longer held a flickering light and shadow in his hand, but became a real long sword.

Ji Ling smiled, this was the first time he had shown a smile since joining the Shenlong Golden Shield, because he had never met an opponent who could live three moves, and the loneliness in his heart that ordinary people couldn't understand at all, he felt like a white crane in a flock of chickens, unable to fit in at all, at this moment, an opponent of the same age as him suddenly appeared in front of him, and a strong joy surged in his heart.

Ye Fei frowned, the heavy sword pointed downward, and looked at Ji Ling who was smirking at him opposite, and wondered in his heart, what is this kid doing? Just one trick and smirked at me, could it be that some big move was brewing?

Ji Ling slowly retreated, but the long sword in his hand was stretching forward, the tip of the sword was shaking gently, turning into a silk, two silks, ten silks, and a hundred silks, the silver light was shining, and the cold air was cold, and suddenly a crystal curtain was unfolded in his palm, and his feet jumped into the air, and the crystal curtain of Sen Han seemed to suddenly turn into a huge mouth full of silver teeth, and it gnawed towards Ye Fei, and if he didn't dodge for a moment, his figure would be completely engulfed.

A touch of pain flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and he suddenly lifted the heavy sword and rushed forward, rushing forward with an unbelievable speed, at this moment, a face full of arrogant expressions appeared on the LCD screen on the sidelines, a sword in his hand, fearless, just at the moment when he was about to be swallowed by the giant mouth, the heavy sword in his hand bounced to the ground, and a puff of black light covered the world like angry waves, people were crazy and did not deceive, and the sword was crazy to move the world!

The sword lives, lives because of its master, man is mad, he has nothing to fear, the grass on the ground turns into a little debris and flies, no one can shake the mad sword.

Ji Ling only felt a light in his hand, and there were a few jingling sounds in his ears, he knew that the sword in his hand had been broken, and it was shocked into a pile of irregular metal fragments by a strong and incoherent force, and the sword of the madman was unstoppable.

With a sword, Ye Fei pulled back a few feet, maybe he didn't need to use the last move, no matter what, it was always good to save a little body.

Ji Ling glanced at the rosewood hilt in his hand lightly, put it on the ground casually, and pulled out a long sword with cold light from behind his backhand, the sword broke, but the fire in his heart burned more and more intensely, the sword just now broke not only the sword in his hand, but also greatly shocked his heart, and the young man named Ye Fei in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making him feel that he couldn't see the depth clearly.

Innate martial artist? Even the Innate Great Perfection would not be able to use such a powerful move, could it be that he ...... Heaven? Ji Ling's heart was turbulent, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The old man Long on the judges' seat couldn't help but praise it, and looked at Ji Tianhang with a very special look, as if reminding him not to forget the bet.

Ji Tianhang's old face showed a dignified look, his palms pressed against the edge of the table, he asked himself that he has a lot of experience, as long as the martial arts of various sects and factions are used, he can accurately tell the number of paths, he has never seen the two swords used by Ye Fei just now, I don't know what the origin is? But one thing he knew very well was that this time Ji Ling met a real rival.

Ye Fei sighed softly, frustrated his hand and put the heavy sword at his feet within reach, his right palm pressed half an inch above the hilt, his eyes slightly squinted at Ji Ling not far away, two moves, it seems that only by using the third move can he win, he has to start looking for that painful feeling, and the decision is only in the last move.

"The mad sword swallows the world without regrets, and the mad blood stains the mountains and rivers red......"

Ye Fei kept chewing on this sentence in his mouth, there was still the last sword left, he was going to go all out, he opened the bow without looking back, and gambled.

Ji Ling's shoulders trembled slightly, and he slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his movement of lifting the sword was extremely slow, as if what he was holding in his palm was not a thin-bladed long sword, but holding a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds, and he was lifting the big stone inch by inch with his right hand to his flat shoulder.

If you lift lightly, you will be like thunder. Ji Ling's eyes were empty, as if he was staring at a special scenery in the distance, his person, the sword in his hand, this moment gave people an incomparably quiet feeling, at this moment the long sword was no longer a deadly weapon, it had been completely connected with that arm into an inseparable whole, the sword, just an extension of his arm.

Ye Fei stood still, the expression on his face became extremely painful, the skin on his cheeks twitched violently, if a careful person looked at it a few more times, he would find that his whole body trembled like chaff, and the pain of the cone and bone was accumulating, and he was close to the limit of the outbreak.

Ji Ling moved, a sword stabbed forward flatly, I didn't see any movement under his feet, but his body was slowly moving forward, the sword was very slow, this slow speed seemed to be easy for a toddler to avoid, not to mention injuring an innate martial artist, the tip of the sword flashed a little misty light, and suddenly it became extremely bright, the tip of the sword turned sideways, as if blooming a small flower with a streamer, the silver shining little flower jumped colorfully, and the sharp sound of sneering through the air instantly enveloped a piece of heaven and earth around Ye Fei's body, Dancing silver flowers are everywhere.

Ye Fei didn't seem to care about the stabbing long sword, the painful expression on his face quietly disappeared, replaced by a touch of arrogance and awe, two bifurcated green tendons burst out on the back of his right palm, the sword body trembled lightly, the hilt of the sword flicked into his palm, and a cold black light flashed out between the sudden rises, and the upper body leaned forward and stretched out a sword, and the black light crossed the sky, turning into a dancing claw dragon that rushed out of Tengyuan in an instant, roaring between the skimming, as if the wind and thunder were carrying the world wildly......

Boom -

A thunderous bang shook everyone's eardrums, and a white shadow shot out backwards, and its body flew out several meters in the air and fell heavily to the ground, face down and silent.

"Ling'er!"

There was a cry of pain from the judges' seat, Ji Tianhang swept up, and in a flash, the person had already reached the side of the falling white shadow, squatting down and holding his lover in his arms.

Ye Fei still stood in place, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands to support his body, the green ground beside him seemed to have been shoveled away a thick layer, revealing the dazzling yellow mud, a stream of heat rushed into his mouth from his chest, and was swallowed by him again, only to feel that his mouth was like chewing a raw fish, full of a strong fishy smell, he still held the sword in his hand, but he couldn't go crazy.