——The short sword pierced the palm of his hand, and Yan Yu's body was fragile.

This misdirection further laid the foundation for Bai Yiwen's defeat.

Click, when ...... Zila......

Time seemed to slow down a hundred times at this moment, Bai Yiwen's pupils contracted violently, staring at the long sword in his palm piercing Yan Yu's robe, piercing his flesh and skin, nailing it to his bones and not allowing an inch.

Even, after a slight stagnation, the huge feedback force that followed made the power in his body interrupt for a moment, and there was a short period of backlash and interruption uncontrollably.

The pause at this moment was terrifying, especially in the face of an enemy like Yan Yu.

Bai Yiwen knew that Yan Yu must not be given even the slightest chance, so he made a decision immediately, ignoring the swelling sensation coming from the meridians, forcibly reversed the strength, and controlled his body to retreat quickly.

"You can't leave. ”

Yan Yu raised his hand, Chi Xiao didn't pick it in the palm of his hand, pulled out the short sword and cut it off, the blood quickly flowed inward, the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pursuit speed was three points faster, and he caught up with Bai Yiwen in the blink of an eye.

Seeing him volleying his sword in the air, like a falcon fighting a rabbit, he condescendingly threw out countless sword rays, lifting up dust and gravel in the sky, and a terrifying storm like a tornado rolled up in an instant, firmly binding the two of them.

Kill, kill......

The collision, like a noisy shower falling, clanging and crisp, screaming in the sky, from time to time you can see a torrent of purple electricity bursting out, and a gorgeous sword qi runs through the circumference.

The warriors in the audience, I don't know when they have grown their mouths, looking at this terrifying scene sluggishly, only to feel that cold sweat is oozing unconsciously, and a chill that soaks into the heart and spleen is born from the bottom of their hearts.

It was only now that they finally understood that the reincarnation realm was also divided into three, six, and nine levels, and how big the gap was between each of these levels.

Bang......

There was a loud bang, the ring had already been torn apart, and the onlookers retreated one after another, looking at the dense sword marks crisscrossing their feet with palpitations.

Suddenly, Yan Yu's faint voice suddenly sounded in the field: "If you survive this sword, count me as losing." ”

The storm subsided, the thunder and lightning condensed, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and a terrifying whirlpool converged from the top of the dome, and all the visions that flew up disappeared, revealing the two people in the field.

But when he saw Bai Yiwen, he no longer regained his chic posture, his white robe was stained with blood, his clothes were ragged like a beggar, and his sideburns were scattered under the soak of sweat beads, like wisps of black rope.

The arm of his sword was barely seen in a piece of good meat, and it was full of sword marks cut by the sword qi. The straight and slender blade is full of dense openings at the moment.

【Thunder Crashing Moon】

Yan Yu was like a thunder god who had descended into the world, and the purple-black thunder of the sky was suddenly condensed on the blade of the sword, and the broad sword spine of Chixiao was entangled by a black dragon like a living thing.

As he stepped out, the thunder exploded in the sky, and the terrifying black dragon roared, and in an instant, it suddenly fell to the top of Bai Yiwen's head.

Die!

Bai Yiwen's face turned pale, and he stared at the black dragon that was biting at him in despair, only to feel that his mind was blank, and only a few words lingered in his mind - dead, unable to hide......

Click!

Qiang~

When the ......

Yan put away his sword, turned around and went down, his steps were calm, his face was as usual, and his jade-like upper body was glowing with a warm light, leaving an indifferent sentence: "It's a pity that you didn't survive." ”

On the other hand, Bai Yiwen in the scene, the long sword was broken, and his body was covered with heart-wrenching, deep bone wounds.

He knelt on the ground with a sluggish face, his face full of sluggishness, as if his soul had been taken away by the sword, and he had not moved for a long time as if he had been stupid.

Beside Bai Yiwen, a middle-aged man with a sad face looked at his disciple, feeling all kinds of things in his heart, but he didn't know how to convert it into words.

Just now, he made a move.

He knew very well that if he didn't make a move, Bai Yiwen would definitely not be able to hold up this sword.

No.

It should be said that even he himself used all his strength to resist Yan Yu, an invincible sword among the martial artists of the Reincarnation Realm.

Invincible?

Maybe......

He couldn't help but look at the handsome young man on the high platform with his eyes closed and his knees crossed, and couldn't stop muttering in his heart: "Maybe only he can compete with this person and compete with him." ”

Demons, need another demons, in order to sanction.

——

After waiting for a few days, when there were only three people left, Yan Yu was late. The top three will confirm today who is first and who is second.

Meng Yue was the worst one, not only did he lose the battle with Yan Yu, but he also lost another battle, which means that the proper third place did not run.

The first and second were born between Yan Yu and this Sword Pavilion disciple named Ye Feng. As for Qi Qingshan, he had already been eliminated when he was six into three, because he met the head of the Seven Sons of the Sword Pavilion.

"Ye Feng?" Yan Yu chewed on this name, and sighed secretly in his heart, this Nima is the surname of the protagonist, the surname 'Ye' was popular in the entire online literature circle in the past few years.

Among them, it is headed by the name of 'feng', such as Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng......

And this Ye Feng in front of him is the head of the seven sons of the Sword Pavilion, it is said that the physical realm is perfect at the age of ten, and the realm of the Gang Sha is thirteen years old, and he has been boiling for six years before stepping into the Gathering God at the age of nineteen, and after five years of training, he was promoted to reincarnation at the age of twenty-five.

His life is either on the way to hanging, or on the way to hanging.

The debut is the peak, and there is no opponent so far.

"Hoo ......"

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, with a faint 'forced qi', and unhurried and unsheathed the sword bag, revealing the sheathed ice-white sword weapon.

He was like an emperor looking down on all beings, looking at the ring condescendingly, his eyes were like deep pools and ancient wells, without the slightest emotional fluctuation: "You, is Yan Yu?"

"Smack!"

Yan Yu frowned, he was not used to seeing someone pretending to compare, shook his hand and took off his waist card, and sneered: "You are a martial artist, why do you have the courage to question this official?"

“......”

Everyone didn't expect that Yan Yu would be so faceless and directly use his identity to suppress people.

Although, there is a lot of information about the arrangement of elders, sect masters, elite disciples, and the like of these sects.

Although, they have strong force, and when they are cornered, they dare to hold a group and fight with the imperial court.

Although, their division of mountains and the like was approved by the imperial court.

Though......

But it can't reach the most important point - in terms of identity, they are white, they ...... It's the flat-headed people.

Except for the rare and pitiful bigwigs in the Infinite Realm, they can ignore the court officials, but the vast majority of people have to seek the consent of the court to do anything.

Of course, in most cases, both sides give face.

The sect will not blind Gil to make trouble, and the court will not be idle to find trouble.

However...... If Yan Yu is like this, if you really want to be more serious, you really want to hold on to your tail, then the faces of both sides are a little unsightly.

It is no exaggeration to say that once Yan Yu's identity is revealed, except for those few immeasurable bigwigs, everyone else present will have to salute.

Facing Ye Feng Tieqing's expression, Yan Wei weighed his waist card and said disdainfully: "You say, what are you pretending to be? What qualifications do you have to pretend with me? Believe it or not, if there is no Sword Pavilion to protect you, with your kind of virtue, this official will make you beg for death." ”

"Okay, just let me see how you make me beg to die. ”

Ye Feng suddenly took a step, the terrifying momentum suddenly exploded, and he drew his sword and slashed out with a wave of his sleeve, and the long sword shadow sprinkled all over the ring, and he pressed down with a sharp momentum.

"Then, you should take a good look, so that you don't have a chance again. ”

Yan Yu stepped to the side, avoiding its edge, and pulled out a sword with his backhand, rolling thunder roared like a thunder dragon, emitting a piercing roar, sweeping around the ring, and did not let the sword be tough.

Qiang ......

Like a sound wave, it exploded with the sound of collision, like ripples of water spreading around, and the earth and stones rolled everywhere they passed, and all of them were crushed into pieces.

Ye Feng's face was solemn, as soon as he first fought, he threw away all his contempt, and the person in front of him gave him unprecedented pressure.

Strength, skill, and even the grasp of opportunity are the strongest opponents he has ever encountered.

What made him feel chilled the most was that Yan Yu was not afraid of the Sword Pavilion.

This means that Yan Yu can launch an offensive unscrupulously, even if he hacks Ye Feng to death, in the end, it is nothing more than a miss, just a little innocuous punishment.

Originally, Ye Feng could also be so unscrupulous, so he appeared and pretended to be a wave, wanting to take the opportunity to raise a wave of momentum, so as to take the lead.

The ghost knew that Yan Yu didn't play his cards according to the routine, and directly revealed his identity.

Although everyone knew that he was a member of the imperial court, he didn't put it on the surface after all, and when the time came, just treat him as an ordinary martial artist, even if he was 'accidental' and hacked him to death.

Afterwards, you can also use the excuse of not knowing that he is an official of the imperial court, even if the imperial court is angry, but there is not enough name for the teacher, and the Sword Pavilion is naturally fearless.

But now it's different.

Yan Yu revealed his identity and exposed this layer of paper.

Then it is reasonable and reasonable, Ye Feng can't 'know' that the other party is an official of the imperial court, and he can't use a spicy hand on Yan Yu, even if he 'misses'.

Because, the people of the court can only be disposed of by the court.

This is the rule, the rule of iron.

"Oh, don't you dare to kill me?"

Yan Yu smiled at him defiantly, his voice was low but penetrating enough, and it lightly drilled into Ye Feng's ears, making his face more and more ugly.

"What's the matter, are you afraid that the court will find you trouble?"

Yan is arrogant to inch in, no, not into the foot, but into the zhang...... The face was full of sarcasm, and it completely interpreted the meaning of the word villain.

"Wow, you still think you can beat me?" Yan Yu pretended to be shocked, sneering on his lips, but the movements of his hands became more and more aggressive.

Bang......

Another sword, Ye Feng looked at the sword marks that were several zhang long exposed at his feet, the hand holding the blade, the bone joints were faintly white, and the cyan blood vessels burst out, indicating his current mood.

Suddenly, he moved his body, and in the blink of an eye, like a beam of sword light, he escaped dozens of meters away, stared at Yan Yu through gritted teeth, and said coldly: "You, dare to sign a life and death contract with me? I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll kill you." ”

"Life and death?"

Yan Yu narrowed his eyes, glanced at the audience without showing a trace, and when he saw Qi Qingshan's gesture, his face suddenly showed a smile like (wanton) Mu (Yi) Spring (hustle) wind (Zhang): "Both high and low, but also life and death?"

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