Ye Xuan's face was expressionless, and he walked to the ring, and Ye Xuan listened to the discussions of the onlookers under the ring without exception.

It turned out that the lean man who fought against him this time was named Yan San, and like Junzi Jian, he was also a swordsman. It's just that Yan San's strength is slightly inferior to Junzi Sword. But even so, Yan San's strength should not be underestimated.

Ye Xuan stood on top of the ring, the cold north wind, like a cold knife, whistling wildly. Ye Xuan grabbed the rusty black knife in his hand, and a few smiles appeared on his face.

With such a rotten knife, I'm afraid I really have to kneel in this decisive battle!

Even though he was a little trembling in his heart, Ye Xuan still showed a fearless look, his eyes were very serious, he always stared at Yan San who was expressionless, and said indifferently: "Okay! Now draw your sword and you're ready to strike. ”

Yan San's eyes were half-squinted from beginning to end, as if he couldn't wake up, his eyes were hazy, he stared at Ye Xuan with a tired face, and said coldly: "As soon as I take out the sword, you won't have a chance to make a move." ”

“……”

Ye Xuan was speechless for a moment, it seemed that he was another pretending swordsman.

In line with the principle of brazenness, Ye Xuan no longer hesitated, and burst into a loud shout, and the rusty black knife in his hand followed Ye Xuan to slash at Yan San, who was thin and had eyes like blades.

"Drink!"

Ye Xuan snorted, heavy as thunder, he was extremely fast, and instantly killed in front of Yan San.

From top to bottom, that knife was very simple, it was an ordinary knife technique, slashing towards Yan San.

"Bang!"

Yan San's body didn't move, but a cold sword light, like a slender swimming snake, instantly flashed out of the air extremely quickly.

The sword struck the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand, and the black knife made a "sonorous" sound, and it continued to tremble.

"This knife ......"

Yan San's half-squinted eyes widened suddenly, and even wiped a few strange colors.

He stared at Ye Xuan coldly, and said indifferently: "It seems that you are indeed worthy of my sword." ”

This is the feeling of a swordsman! Not all of them deserve a sword drawn by a powerful swordsman. Only those enemies who are equal in strength are worthy of a swordsman to draw his sword.

"I thought that Junzi Jian was deliberately letting you, but now it seems that in the battle between Junzi Jian and you, he did his best."

Yan San sneered a few times, and at this moment, Yan San's eyes were staring at Ye Xuan deadly.

"Boom!"

A piercing sword roar suddenly sounded.

As this voice fell, a soft sword as soft as a swimming snake, silver-white all over, like a three-foot-long white snake, appeared in Yan San's hand.

Yan San's body is already lean, and with that slender soft sword, it makes Yan San look more like a swordsman! Yes, Yan San was originally a swordsman.

"I've already drawn my sword. In the ring, there is only life and death, and there is no victory or defeat. Now, please show your true strength! ”

Yan San's expression was much more serious, he held the sword in one hand, the snake-like soft sword, swaying back and forth in the air, flashing with white light.

"Of course!"

Ye Xuan nodded, at this moment he could feel the extraordinaryness of the black knife in his hand, he was slashed by Yan San's sword just now, and that black knife actually had a trace of resonance with Ye Xuan.

The resonance between knives and people is very wonderful!

Especially, just now, the rusty blade of the black knife was shaking violently, as if it was screaming! Yes, at that moment, the black knife was hissing.

"My sword, my name is Qinghan."

Yan San was holding a sword, like a swordsman in the ancient wind, he was about to draw a sword.

"Boom!"

The piercing sound of the sword sounded again.

"Boom!"

Yan San's legs suddenly exerted force, like springs, and the speed was extremely fast, and he rushed towards Ye Xuan from the spot in an instant.

"Even if you are in the early stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, I will definitely spare no effort to deal with you. So...... Don't leave anything to chance, I'll show mercy to your men. ”

Yan San snorted coldly.

"That's a lot of speed."

Ye Xuan showed a look of panic on his face and said in surprise.

Even if Ye Xuan cultivated the [Yantian Dao Technique], he might not be able to surpass Yan San's speed at the moment.

Soft Sword Yan San, as expected, lives up to its reputation!

With this movement speed alone, it was enough to surpass the cultivators in the same realm. The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken. With this speed, Yan San's strength is beyond doubt.

Therefore, when Yan San came to kill, the expression on Ye Xuan's face had become very serious. But before Ye Xuan could get ready, Yan San, who was extremely fast, had already killed in front of Ye Xuan.

"Boom!"

Yan San's impact was extremely powerful, and his lean body was like a tank, directly hitting Ye Xuan's body, and he had a close contact with Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan's most proud strength was directly knocked out by Yan San at this moment, as if he had lost his support.

"What a huge power! What did this guy grow up eating? Gutter oil, clenbuterol, Sanlu milk powder...... Why! ”

Ye Xuan was hit by Yan San and flew out upside down on his back, his expression changed in horror, he quickly adjusted his posture, slammed the rusty black knife in his hand into the ground, and stopped his body with the help of resistance.

"Zla!"

The rusty black knife stuck into the rock floor, and instantly rubbed sparks, and for a moment sparks flew everywhere, and the extremely hard rock was even more split.

"I'm not going to give you a chance."

Seeing Ye Xuan's reaction, Yan San immediately let out a few sneers, and then, he saw that Yan San's figure was like a ghost, disappearing into the air with a "buzz", turning into afterimages, and rushing towards Ye Xuan again, the speed was extremely fast.

"A cultivator in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, this guy's speed has reached the point of perversion."

Ye Xuan couldn't help but laugh bitterly, but at this time, Yan San had already killed again.

"Die!"

Yan San's eyes were cold, and the soft sword in his hand, called [Qing Han], made a "zla" sound, instantly stabbing Ye Xuan's heart.

"What a fast sword!"

Ye Xuan sideways the blade of the black knife in his hand, directly blocking Yan San's soft sword.

"Boom!"

The sharp tip of the soft sword was nailed to the body of the black knife.

"Bang!"

The rust on the body of the black knife cracked at this moment.

"This knife...... It's to ......"

Ye Xuan was startled, and when he saw the rusty black knife, the rust that had not cracked for thousands of years actually cracked at this moment, and Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly smeared a few traces of essence.

"Boom!"

Ye Xuan's legs exerted force, and he instantly retreated backwards, widening the distance between him and Yan San.

On the ring, Ye Xuan retreated to the corner of the ring, and the black knife in his hand was still making a "boom" sound.

The old master Jiang, who was standing in the distance and watching the battle, had been watching Ye Xuan's battle, but at this moment, the expression on the face of the old master Jiang was very ugly.

(End of chapter)