Everyone in the audience was shocked, obviously it was a battle between fire magicians, but they were always startled by the thunder.

"I don't know, I thought it was a battle between the Thunder Magicians...... someone said in amazement.

However, as soon as the smoke cleared, everyone really saw the Thunderman.

Just now, Ye Siyuan was extremely fast, and his sword intent was faster than his hand, almost everyone felt that no one could catch up with the speed of that sword, and even Song Qian closed his eyes thinking that he was dead.

No one knows who can do that.

Even if there is such speed, but in the face of the majestic Yue Wang Sword, who dares to block it? Even the examiner of the Divine Dance Realm next to him was taken by the edge of the sword, and his whole body stiffened and he couldn't take a step forward for a while.

But at that moment, someone still caught up.

The thunder and lightning dissipated, and everyone looked at the young man who appeared between Song Qian and Ye Siyuan in a daze.

The sleeve of the young man's sword was tattered and fluttering in the wind, as if he had been stabbed with countless swords, which made people trance-aware of the danger of that moment just now.

But at that moment, a sword blocked the long sword with the scabbard in Ye Siyuan's hand.

Compared with the long sword with surging sword intent in Ye Siyuan's hand, that sword was as fast as thunder, but it appeared very calmly.

There is no terrifying sword intent, no aggressive edge, but like a spring breeze blowing in the face.

"Spring Thunder Sword!"

Someone in the audience exclaimed.

"Chunhua-kun has drawn his sword!"

The heat of the red jade in her chest dropped for a moment, and Ying Baoyue raised her head to look at Ji Jiashu who appeared on the battle platform.

He stood between Song Qian and Ye Siyuan, the sword in his hand intersected with the scabbard of the Yue Wang Sword, and the brilliance of the Yue Wang Sword overflowing from the scabbard was still brilliant, but he couldn't take a step forward.

This scene is very similar to the repetition of the previous scene where Song Qian's sword stabbed at Ye Siyuan.

In front of the unsheathed Yue Wang Sword was Ji Jiashu's Spring Thunder Sword.

Following the first time she met him in the Southern Chu Border before, it was the first time that Ying Baoyue had unsheathed the Spring Thunder Sword again.

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Ying Baoyue knew how rare this scene was.

At the banquet under Jixia, Ji Jiashu once missed the Yue Wang Sword once, and also took away the sword in Ye Siyuan's hand.

That time, he was empty-handed.

But at that time, the Yue King Goujian Sword was not as full of true yuan as it is now, and this time people thought that even Ji Jiashu would not be able to stop it.

Because as long as the cultivators who are not stupid know that there is the true element of the original owner in the sword of the king of Yue today, and this true yuan represents the will of the sword master.

The sword master is none other than Ji Jiashu's father, Ji Mo, the master of Southern Chu.

Ye Siyuan took this sword, I am afraid it was with Ji Mo's permission. Blocking at this time is tantamount to resisting the will of the Southern Chu National Division.

Everyone didn't expect that this teenager still appeared.

It really blocked the unstoppable famous sword in Ye Siyuan's hand.

"Ji, Jia, Shu." Looking at the young man who drew his sword to block him, Ye Siyuan was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and read out his name word by word, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

Ji Jiashu didn't answer him, but looked at Song Qian on the ground, and shouted to the other stiff examiner on the side, "This Nan Chu Ye Si is far victorious!" Don't let people send Song Gongzi to the medical shed! ”

"Victory ......" The examiner who was originally standing on the side was stunned, and a spirit rang the bell that announced the end of the battle, and then the medical officer hurriedly caught up from the stage and carried Song Qian on a stretcher in a pool of blood.

In this process, the sword in Ji Jiashu's hand has been quietly sticking to the scabbard of the long sword in Ye Siyuan's hand.

Both of them were motionless.

"What does Chunhuajun mean by this?" Ye Siyuan squinted at him, "Do you dare to resist this sword?" ”

He had always been forced to be respectful to this cultivator who was older than him, but now that the Yue Wang Sword was in his hand, Ye Siyuan seemed to have phosphorus, and looked at Ji Jiashu condescendingly, "You actually dare to draw your sword against me?" ”

There was an uproar again.

"Did Ye Siyuan make a mistake?" Zhao Guang frowned beside Ying Baoyue and said, "He was able to win so quickly not by himself, but by the sword in his hand." ”

"It's not him who is strong, but just the sword, right?"

But Ye Siyuan's tone at this time seemed to regard himself as Ji Jiashu's predecessor.

However, in the face of Ye Siyuan's arrogant attitude, the expression on Ji Jiashu's face did not change.

He quietly held the sword in his hand, his gaze followed the hilt of the sword, and his gaze stayed on the long sword that had not yet been drawn out in Ye Siyuan's hand.

"You have already won," Ji Jiashu said lightly, "According to the rules, you can't kill them all, and I, as the examiner, have an obligation to stop you." ”

"This battle is over," he raised his head and stared at Ye Siyuan, "Ye Gongzi, put away this sword." ”

"Haha, you really know that only I can control this sword now!" Ye Siyuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if he had heard something good, and laughed proudly.

"Rules and obligations," the next moment he put away his smile, Ye Siyuan squinted at Ji Jiashu and sneered, "Shouldn't you, as a son of man, obey your father's will more than the examiner's obligations?" ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

He shook the long sword in his hand and sneered, "I advise Chunhuajun to be obedient and obedient, so as not to suffer in the future." ”

"After all, no matter how strong you are......" Ye Siyuan hooked his lips and smiled, "My son can't beat Lao Tzu." ”

These words are not serious, and even a little explicit, but everyone can understand the meaning, and the audience was in an uproar again.

Ying Baoyue glanced back at Ji Qingyuan who was not far away, and sure enough, when she heard this threat, the other son of the Southern Chu National Master also had a raging anger in his eyes.

Ji Qingyuan was well aware of the terrible and despicable nature of this threat.

However, in the face of other commotions, the threatened teenager's expression remained calm.

"It's just a sword, not my father," Ji Jiashu said lightly, "It's true that I can't win against my father, but it doesn't mean that I can't win this sword." ”

"No matter how strong the sword is, it depends on who is in the hand," Ji Jiashu looked at Ye Siyuan, who was carried away by a sword, and his voice was calm, "I can take the first time from your hand, I can take the second time, do you want to try it?" ”

Feeling the sword qi gradually overflowing from the elevated True Yuan and Spring Thunder Sword on Ji Jiashu's body, Ye Siyuan's pupils contracted for a moment.

"Want to try?" Ji Jiashu's gaze fell on the sword where the two of them were against each other, and the tip of the Spring Thunder Sword moved slightly, "Then ......"

With a bang, Ye Siyuan's originally domineering sword disappeared from the air, and everyone looked at it and found that he suddenly put away the sword in his hand and inserted it back into his waist.

"Since the game has been won, I won't talk nonsense with you this time, but next time if you meddle in your business, I won't bother anymore." Ye Siyuan looked at the young man in front of him who had put his sword into the sheath at the same time as him, as if he had expected his actions, and his pupils shrank.

Ji Jiashu ignored him, but turned to leave, looking at his back, Ye Siyuan's eyes were full of anger.

"Haha, no matter how strong the sword is, it depends on whose hand it is," Zhao Guang said with a smile from the audience, "Ji Ergongzi's words are really happy." ”

"Don't look at who is real gold," Chen Zichu also shook his head.

And the next moment listening to the next cultivator drawn by the examiner, his eyes lit up, "It's another piece of real gold." ”

Ying Baoyue raised her head, and the examiner's voice sounded in her ears.

"Game 2 of the second round, the contestant."

"Northern Wei, Meng Shi!"