Guan Yue is nicknamed Saiyun Chang, a Guan knife weighs sixty-six pounds and six taels, he is still one step away from the innate door before being invited to be a 'human' level champion, and he has experienced three hard battles on the first day he became the champion, which also allowed him to grasp the opportunity to break the realm, and step into the innate gate in the battle, the challengers of the human-level ring are all congenital or below, and the reborn Saiyun Chang has triumphed all the way, winning many battles, and he does not take the Tang Sect martial artist in front of him to heart, and he wants to completely crush the opponent's fighting spirit in this battle.

The knife pedestrian walked, the blade turned into tens of millions, the long knife in Guan Yue's hand conjured up a cold light burst out of the wheel, the leap and lightning swirled and swept around, the whole ring seemed to be shrouded by a murderous aura, the knife wheel traveled through the bluestone ground debris flying, showing countless criss-crossing deep marks, at this moment between the person and the knife formed a perfect fit that ordinary people can not fathom, this day, this place, people and knives, all in one awe-inspiring slaughter.

Ye Fei looked at the approaching knife wheel with cold eyes, his eyes flickered, he swept the double knives in his hand, and secretly exerted force under his feet.

Hisss -

The knife wheel cut through the air with a piercing sharp sound, and Fan Jianqiang was about to be involved in it, but this Tang Sect disciple was stunned, his double knives hung low and unmoving, his mind seemed to have been taken by the awe-inspiring murderous aura, and the audience sighed constantly, this kind of competition without suspense looked very boring.

"Saiyun Chang is already an innate martial artist, there is no difference between human-level and ground-level martial arts, it seems that this Tang Sect martial artist can't last three rounds on the stage!"

The one who spoke was the old man who was beheaded by Guan Yue in the last game, and after he was resurrected, he returned to the audience to watch the battle, and he had a great posture of directing the country.

"What a bullshit Saiyun chief, it's lucky that he can survive three rounds under my brother with his flower work."

Yang Xianwei stood beside the old man, and when he heard this, he was upset, and couldn't help but say a word.

Guan Yue didn't seem to be in a hurry to swing the knife to take his life, the speed of the hissing and rapid knife wheel was slow and uncertain, and the murderous aura was surging forward like a stormy wave, he was using his momentum to oppress the opponent and crush the opponent's courage to fight.

Ye Fei stood calmly on the edge of the ring, looking at the spinning knife wheel opposite him expressionlessly, suddenly, he raised his hands, and the two short knives clanged and collided hard.

The clanging sound drowned out the hissing sound of the knife wheel turning, and the audience under the ring frowned, and they watched many scenes in the ring, comparing weapons, fists and feet, and never seen a sound.

"What? I haven't practiced just by knocking, and I've never seen such a depressing ring match. ”

"Yes, the Tang Sect martial artists shouldn't be releasing poison, right?"

"It must be poisoned, you see Saiyun's knife stopped...... Wow! Hell yes! ”

There was an unbelievable scene in the ring, the long knife in Guan Yue's hand suddenly stopped, and the handle of the knife was broken into two, this is a handle made of stainless steel, why was it inexplicably broken? Could it be that the blacksmith who crafted the weapon cut corners?

Guan Yue looked at Ye Fei on the opposite side with an iron face, his eyes were full of disbelief, just now he clearly felt that the hilt of the knife was trembling violently, the damage of the proud weapon was equivalent to cutting off an arm, and the most depressing thing was that until now he didn't know when the other party would make a knife?

Ye Fei's two knives clanged against each other, and said lightly: "I don't want to kill you, admit defeat!" ”

Guan Yue's face was blue and white for a while, and finally lowered his head, the broken knife clanged to the ground, and said with a dejected face: "I lost!" ”

"The human-level ring match is over, and the challenger Fan Jianqiang wins!"

An impassioned and high-pitched male voice sounded in everyone's ears, the champion Guan Yue took the initiative to admit defeat, the challenger Fan Jianqiang won, and the winner was teleported out of the ring in the cheers of everyone.

Yang Xianwei glanced at the stunned old man beside him, and asked with a light smile, "How is it?" Less than three rounds, right? ”

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Alas! The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and a generation of new people replaces the old! ”

"Wrong, it's a wave that is more than a wave."

A deep voice sounded slowly, Ye Fei walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand and patted Yang Xianwei on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, take me to the ground-level ring." ”

Yang Xianwei asked in a low voice, "Have you got the reward?" ”

Ye Fei nodded and said with a smile: "The innate cheats are in hand, it's best to take the rewards of the ground-level ring together, and everyone go to the Hero Building to get together." ”

The group of three left the arena quickly, and Yang Xianwei led the two to another ring venue.

The yellow sand is long, the wind is like fire, the eyes are the endless desolate Gobi, the sparse camel thorns are swaying in the wind, and the half-exposed animal bones are buried in the gravel.

A shining selection box appeared in front of him: Champion: Zhiqiu Yihong, accumulated martial soul points, 9.6 million; Please choose, watch, challenge?

Gou Jianli smiled and said: "I just watched, there are still three prefectural level matches before you arrive, so choose to watch the battle first." He already knew that Fan Jianqiang in front of him was Ye Fei, but the mystery in his heart was still gone, what method did this kid use to make the system allow him to fight instead of Lao Fan, and I don't know when this mystery will be solved?

The three of them chose to watch the battle, and the scene in front of them suddenly turned, and they came to a transparent arched cover, in which two warriors, an old man and a young man, were fighting in full swing, and the crowd watching the battle on the side of the arched cover was several times more than that of the human-level field, and the three of them finally squeezed to the front, and they could clearly see the fierce battle in the cover.

Yang Xianwei glanced at Ye Fei beside him, and said in a low voice: "The old one is the champion Zhiqiu Yihong, a famous master of the Kunlun faction, a congenital Great Perfection martial artist, if it weren't for the innate martial artist, he wouldn't be on stage at all to challenge, you are a special case." ”

Gou Jianli smiled and said: "To sign up to challenge the ground-level champion, you need to pay nearly one million martial soul points, and non-innate martial artists will not waste the accumulated martial soul points in vain." ”

"Nearly a million martial soul points?" Ye Fei frowned, and then said with a smile: "I'm not bad at this martial soul value, and being able to compete with an innate martial artist is also an improvement!" He didn't expect Lao Fan to cast nearly one million martial soul points for himself with a word, and secretly made up his mind that he would return the martial soul points to Lao Fan after winning or losing this one, and it was not easy to save some martial soul values in the ancient martial arts world.

Yang Xianwei smiled, raised his hand and pointed at the young man who was fighting with Zhiqiu Yihong and said: "I also know this, Songshan faction Jin Wuzi, don't look at his appearance is only in his early twenties, his actual age is over eighty years old, the Songshan faction has a secret method of retaining Yan, called Tong Yan Immortal Gong, only the innate martial artist can practice this strange skill to the state of being able to collect and release freely, his kung fu is quite successful, and he doesn't know who is the hand in this deer death." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two innate martial artists in the transparent cover had already decided the winner, Zhiqiu Yihong's skills were superior, and a palm was firmly imprinted on the opponent's chest, Jin Wuzi's protective qi was instantly shattered, and his body was slapped out by the powerful palm force, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, and the defeat was a foregone conclusion.