"That's right. Ye Feng raised his hand and made a move, and someone on the stage threw out two scrolls.

Yan Yu glanced at the handwriting on the scroll, pouted, and said, "It's no problem to sign, the key is ...... What kind of thing are you? A cheap life is worth the life of an official?"

Click...... Ye Feng's feet cracked several bottomless cracks, and when he looked at Yan Yu again, his eyes were already full of Sen Leng's murderous intent.

Not only him, but the surrounding warriors were also in an uproar, and they suddenly felt that dismantling Yan Yu into eight pieces, dividing the corpses of five horses, burning Ling Chi, and cramping and peeling the skin were not enough to relieve hatred.

His words are a proper map cannon.

However, Yan Yu seemed to feel that there was something wrong with this sentence, and turned to face the martial artists in the audience.

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Just when everyone thought that he was going to apologize or say something to redeem himself, Yan said with a smile: "I'm not targeting him, I'm targeting all of you, I think you are all ...... Cheap life. ”

Ye Feng calmed down at this time: "How are you doing?"

"So be it. Let's take a gamble. ”

Yan Yu rolled his eyes and pointed at several Sword Pavilion bosses on the high platform: "Ye Feng's life is not valuable, but with your Sword Pavilion's martial arts, won't you be able to make up for the difference." ”

Ye Feng's eyes were embarrassed, he was just a disciple after all, even if he died, he would only lose his life. But if he implicated the sect and caused the sect to suffer losses, he was a little reluctant.

Several people on the high platform exchanged ideas and reached an agreement in a short time.

Ye Feng's master stepped forward and said loudly, "Which martial arts have you taken a fancy to my Sword Pavilion?"

Yan Yu didn't think about it, and directly said the goal: "Wanhua Guiyuan Sword Spectrum, Taishang has no Heart Sutra." ”

The man shook his head categorically and refused: "Don't be too greedy, I have no school in the Sword Pavilion, you can only choose one of them." ”

Ye Feng is his own disciple, and it is true that he is a genius that is rarely cultivated by the Sword Pavilion. But it is absolutely impossible to use his life to exchange the two peerless schools of the Sword Pavilion.

"Don't you have confidence in your own disciples?" Yan Yu chuckled, his thin lips opening and closing, but he confided in his heart.

Ye Feng was angry, and he opened his mouth to say: "You ......"

But as soon as he said a word, he was stopped by his master, and when he saw this man, he said coldly: "This matter is not negotiable, don't worry about it." ”

"That's too much of a heartless sutra, but I want it now. Yan Yu was no longer reluctant, and instead took the opportunity to put forward his own conditions.

The man sneered and sneered: "Do you think that in this short moment, you can comprehend it?"

Yan Yu's mouth cannon was released, and he sprayed back directly without blinking his eyelids: "I'm afraid that you will regret it when the time comes." ”

"Good, good. ”

The man threw up his sleeves angrily, threw out a gilded book, and said: "If you are sharp and sharp, if you are convinced, you don't know how many catties and taels of effort you have in your hands, and what if you have no heart sutra and keep it in your hands for a while." ”

"Thank you very much. Yan Yu raised his hand to catch it, flipped it over and stuffed it into his arms, and his martial arts turned into white light and drilled into the center of his eyebrows, seeing him sign his name on the life and death certificate with a wave of his big hand, and press the handprint.

The two sides exchanged life and death situations, and Yan Yu turned around and threw it to Song Xuanxuan in the audience: "Keep it, this is evidence, don't let people regret it at that time." ”

"Are you ready to die?"

Ye Feng's eyebrows and eyes stretched, like a sharp blade out of the box, bursting out with endless edges, which was diametrically opposed to the declining momentum of Fang Cai, full of aggressive aura.

Scold......

The smile on Yan Yu's face gradually dissipated, the frivolity was gone, Chixiao groaned softly, and the crackling thunder condensed on his body, invisibly giving Ye Feng a positive reply.

Kill!

In the next moment, the two collided, and the momentum was a few points louder than Fang Cai.

The thunder filled the ears, the demonic flames surged, and the already tattered ring was completely destroyed in an instant, and the vertical and horizontal swords swayed freely, setting off an overwhelming offensive.

But seeing that Ye Feng didn't let go, the sword momentum was like a surging river, and he was constantly fighting fast, letting go of the shackles and no longer having scruples, he showed his own sword blade.

Blood Soul Ring.

【Extreme Thunder Sword】

【Infinite Sword Step】

Yan Yu found an opportunity, and immediately swung his sword to attack, Zhan Zhan's sword was full of invincible fierceness, and the moment he staggered the opponent's blade, he instantly cut into the key point of his empty door.

"Don't you want the Wanhua Guiyuan Sword Spectrum? ”

A sneer pulled out from the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and with a step on his foot, his body quickly retreated, and the blade in his palm burst out with endless streamers between the whiskers, like ten thousand swords across the sky, turning into a torrent of heaven and surging towards Yan Yu.

"No matter what tricks you play, Lao Tzu breaks ten thousand laws with one sword. ”

Not to be outdone, Yan Yu's sword style turned, all the false moves were gone, the sword shadows in the sky converged, and several feet of sword light clinged to the red sky.

Listen, the humming dragon roars through the sky.

See, a beam of bright light breaks through the dark haze.

Through the sky and the earth, a purple-black light, like an extremely arrogant and wanton evil dragon, went up against the current and cut through the sword mang, directly taking the vital point in Ye Feng's chest.

Wan Jian ......

Ye Feng drank violently, his soul power spread, and his hands formed sword marks.

Airplanes...... Buzzing......

The martial artists who were watching around instantly felt that something was wrong.

The blades on their bodies trembled and hissed, as if they had been pulled and summoned......

Pong, pout......

One handle, two handles......

Thousands of sword weapons came out of their sheaths and crossed the air, and under the drive of Ye Feng, they trembled to the fullest, and the fierce aura filled the four directions.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, isn't this a nameless move?"

Yan Yu's pupils shrank, he took a deep breath, and the restless internal force in his body was completely mobilized in an instant, traversing the upper, middle and lower three dantians, and quickly wandering in the meridians.

【Xuanji Lei Gang】

【Golden Jade Glazed Body】

The thunderbolt was added to his body, condensing into a layer of armor like substance, shining with magnificent light on the surface of his body.

But seeing Yan Yu's horizontal sword on his chest, he took off the sword box and closed the sword, and a trace of fierceness crossed his eyes: "Look at my sword, it can break your ten thousand returns." ”

"Guiyuan!"

Ye Feng muttered, his gaze fell on Yan Yu, as if controlled by his soul power, hundreds of thousands of sword weapons rushed into the sky, giving birth to invincible sword rays, crisscrossing and crisscrossing into layers of sword nets, completely covering the enemy.

Click......

Click......

Every moment, there were swords shattered, and a broken sword fell to the ground, trembling incessantly, as if it was wailing.

However, in the next moment, more sword weapons will be added, and this layer of sword net will become stronger and stronger...... Unbreakable.

No, that's not right!

Gradually, everyone discovered the anomaly.

The battlefield, which was completely made of swords, was moving slowly. In the direction where Ye Feng was, he moved little by little, inch by inch.

Not good!

The method of forging the body!

Ye Feng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly thought of the flesh that Yan Yu had exposed before, which was stronger than ordinary people and didn't know how many ordinary people were, and understood the key to it.

The return of ten thousand laws is indeed strong, and there is no mistake in using it.

It's not bad to use the warrior's blade for your own use.

The mistake is that these blades are of different quality, and they can't fully exert the power of martial arts, and they can't break through the thunder and lightning armor on Yan Yu's body, let alone his strong body.

What to do?

How to break this deadlock?

The thoughts in Ye Feng's mind quickly burst out, thinking about how to break the situation.

His own blade is sufficient, but if you want to conclude a sword formation, it is not enough to have one sword, at least you need ...... Five.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he instantly turned his head to look at the high platform, his divine light was bright, and he shouted: "The sword is coming!"

Five streams of light pierced the sky, dragging a long afterimage of sword light, carrying a high-spirited sword roar in the sky, and suddenly appeared around him, forming a sword formation with his blade, and rushed towards Yan Yu.

Six rainbow rays of light were like long ribbons, winding vertically and horizontally, circling, firmly binding Yan Yu in place, supplemented by the rest of the sword weapons, launching a terrifying offensive.

Poof!

Yan Yu's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked down at the sharp sword that pierced through his heart, and the flesh and bones locked the sword in his body in an instant.

Poof......

The second, through the shoulder blades.

The third, piercing the ribs.

Fourth, pierce the left arm.

The fifth, inserted into the lungs.

Sixth, through the left palm.

"I didn't ...... Is it there?"

Yan Yu blinked, his long eyelashes trembled, and his half-open and half-closed eyes finally opened at this moment, revealing a crazy killing intent.

The soul power exploded, and the surrounding buzzing and annoying sword weapons like flies broke apart, and the sword net was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

"Whew...... With such an injury, Ye Feng should have won. ”

"It's horrible. ”

"Gai Ming'er, I'm also looking for a book of forging martial arts. ”

"Is this really a reincarnation realm? Why do I feel that the immeasurable realm is not as strong as this guy?"

Different from the melon-eating crowd in the audience, the moment Ye Feng came into contact with Yan Yu's eyes, he was unprecedentedly vigilant in his heart.

It's not over.

This battle is not over yet!

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to control the sword weapon to break free, but it was divided into six, and his soul power was too weak to allow him to achieve his goal.

"I'll block your six swords, you only need to take one sword from me. Yan Yu licked his lips, and his eyes, which were different from ordinary people, were full of scarlet: "This sword is called ......"

The right hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword was finally raised at this moment, accompanied by that ink light that seemed to be able to cut through the space.

The wind stops, the clouds disperse.

The grass and trees are powdered, and the soil and stones are annihilated.

A straight and slender sword mark slowly appeared on the ground, like an ink line outlined by an eyebrow pencil.

Yan Yu smiled, and in full view of everyone, he pulled out the six swords on his body and threw them on the ground at will.

He lowered his gaze, looked at the wounds on his body that were gradually healing, and then Chixiao entered the box and hung diagonally on his waist, and turned to the high platform: "This sword is called Broken Moon." ”

This sentence seems to be a switch.

At the moment of his words, all visions dissipated.

The breeze blew through Ye Feng's body.

Gradually, a bloody streak appeared on the center of his eyebrows, stretching to the bridge of his nose, lips, chin, and chest...... Innominate bone. Blood spilled out, and his body split in half and slammed into the ground.

Yan Yu seemed to be unconscious, picked up his own, the first-place reward, glanced at the mall and found that it was right, recruited Song Xuanxuan, and was about to leave here.

Crash......

A group of Sword Pavilion disciples spontaneously gathered, drew their swords in their hands, and blocked Yan Yu's way. All faces were angry, and the killing intent was overflowing.