What about people?

Guo Lun turned his head, and there was no one! The figure that he had just clearly felt disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he heard an exclamation from someone in the audience. At this moment, a cold wind hit behind him, mixed with the danger that made people feel like a man!

Guo Lun's pupils shrank, and his body flashed quickly. Compared with speed, Guo Lun can't beat Qiao Ye who knows phantom footwork no matter what.

In the face of absolute power, speed cannot win immediately. Everyone stared at the figure on the stage, which was as light as a swallow and agile and fast, and they were a little shocked and didn't rest assured.

Guo Lun didn't expect Qiao Ye's speed to be so fast, so fast that he kept feeling nervous. Who likes that feeling of turning around and not being able to find the enemy?

Luckily, the stinky boy will only run away.

Guo Lun was tricked two or three times, secretly relieved, and the tension just now gradually dissipated. He has been fighting and fighting for many years, and there are countless lives in his hands, and the spirit of the spiritual weapon and the big knife has been stimulated by the blood of the people he killed, and he doesn't look at Qiao Ye's current means.

Static braking. In the center of the ring, Guo Lun stood vigilantly with a big knife in his hand, but he did not sit still, nor was he pulled by Qiao Ye's actions. He quietly felt the strong wind around him, holding a broadsword and defending without moving.

Qiao Ye held the wooden sword and smiled, he didn't expect this big guy to be quite smart. Hehe, it's too boring just to stand.

"Whoosh!" a shadow swept by!

Finally seeing people, Guo Lun's heart was much more settled and relaxed. His eyes froze, his face sank, and he stepped back sharply with a big knife in his hand, his eyes locked on the figure.

Qiao Ye's footsteps turned and stopped, forming an opposing situation.

Everyone stared closely at the stage, one on the left and one on the right, for fear of missing a minute and a second and missing the most important ending.

Guo Lun's shots have always been decisive and crisp, either cutting down with a knife or directly flying.

Everyone looked at the stage and didn't notice that Guo Lun was standing behind the right half of the ring at this time, but Qiao Ye was standing in the middle of the ring!

Guo Lun's eyes narrowed: "Boy, don't struggle! No matter how fast you are, you will die under my knife!" The words fell, and the big knife in his hand squandered Huo Shengfeng.

Qiao Ye stood with his sword in his hand, his breath was faint, and a shallow smile hung on his face: "Really?"

Looking at Qiao Ye's disapproving and somewhat unfathomable appearance, Guo Lun only felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he didn't come up with the problem. Looking at his skinny appearance barely reaching his waist, I felt that he was pretending to be trying to scare him.

Guo Lun sneered: "Take it." Let me see what real strength is!"

The spiritual power suddenly moved. Guo Lun's body moved, brandishing a big knife and attacking Qiao Ye, and the momentum poured out.

Guo Lunbi's speed can't compare to Qiao Ye, but he has the strength! The white spiritual power flashed, mixed with a cold momentum, and attacked straight towards Qiao Ye, who was locked.

In an instant, Qiao Ye's whole person was wrapped in spiritual power!

Guo Lun's scarred face smiled hideously, I don't believe that this thin kid can resist with such a spiritual skill!

Below, everyone's eyes widened, watching Guo Lun rush to the front of the spiritual power.

With a loud shout, the big knife was swung and slashed down from top to bottom!

The faces of the inner courtyard disciples changed, and they shouted: "Stop!" Several people were about to come to the stage as soon as they moved.

His voice was terrible, "Click, bang!"

There was an explosion in the ring, and the cold light was shining! Then there was an uproar all around.

The spiritual power around Qiao Ye's body exploded in an instant like a large balloon that had been broken, and the spiritual energy also exploded with the spread of the surroundings, bursting.

Guo Lun's big knife had already swung down, and it was slashing at the spiritual power barrier that Qiao Ye had broken.

In the midst of the lightning and flint that exploded in an instant, an ethereal figure suddenly swept out, and no one reacted!

Due to inertia, Guo Lun had not yet come back to his senses, his face went from hideous ecstasy, to stunned, to the shock of pupil contraction, to disbelief, and finally, to the distortion of desperately trying to control the closing momentum.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden appearance of the scene, and they couldn't close their mouths for a long time.

By the time Guo Lun came back to his senses, his broadsword had already cut two-thirds of it.

Qiao Ye's young figure with a smug smile fell lightly behind Guo Lun. This big guy is not as big as the trial tower, but his personal strength is stronger than those guys in the trial tower just now. It's a pity, he Qiao Ye was abused enough in the trial tower just now, and at this time, even Guo Lun who was facing the immortal realm, as long as he didn't fight hard, he had a glimmer of hope.

Qiao Ye's ethereal figure swept behind Guo Lun, his little hand raised, and he shouted: "Ice Rain Sword!"

The purple spiritual power instantly turned into rain curtains and sword qi, and the movements of the white and tender little hands were like flowing clouds.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Guo Lun, who hadn't reacted yet, was drenched and embarrassed. However, Guo Lun, who had already broken through the immortal realm, had already been tempered to an extremely solid physical strength, and these rains with purple spiritual power could not harm him at all. Awakened by the rain, he instantly felt the water sword coming from behind him, and hurriedly dodged.

Rumble!

The air suddenly burst out with a strong aura of rich essence and metal spiritual power, and went straight towards Guo Lun's hand holding the big knife. A simple condensation as sharp as a wind blade and with the hard power of metal is shocking!

Psionic skills can make battles more diverse. However, the simple condensation of aura turned into an air blade, but it is unpretentious and unpretentious, revealing perseverance and strength!

On the stage, on one side is the killing martial arts idiot who was favored by everyone is embarrassed, and on the other side is a little milk baby who is pitied and not optimistic but suddenly holds the initiative in his hands, with a small body with a vast and majestic momentum.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and Qiao Ye's fierce spiritual power hit Guo Lun's big knife directly, making a deafening sound.

"Buzz" There was a buzzing sound from the big knife in Guo Lun's hand, and the hand holding the big knife was trembling. If it weren't for his tenacious will, ǔ qì would be the soul of a warrior, Guo Lun's family was poor and he didn't have enough money to buy good weapons, but he relied on his hands to inject this ordinary spiritual weapon into his soul. The knife is in the person, and the knife falls and the person dies.

Looking at the trembling big knife in his hand, Guo Lun stared at the little boy opposite in disbelief, his eyes full of incomprehension.

Qiao Ye, who was standing opposite Guo Lun, was calm and indifferent, relaxed and meaningless that everyone had never seen! As if the person who had just used all his strength to fight was not him.

Just when Guo Lun was stunned, Qiao Ye secretly ran the exercises to quickly replenish his spiritual power with his innocent and calm little face. The unpretentious blow just now had almost hollowed out his spiritual power. The little guy stood slyly in place and laughed, secretly delaying time, and silently said in his heart: Don't come back to your senses too quickly, don't come back to your senses too quickly