On the huge bluestone square, strong fighting spirit and fierce sword gang continued to shoot out from the field, leaving clear and visible deep marks on the hard floor around them.

Everyone, at the moment, is holding their breath, their eyes are moving with the flickering of the two looming figures, the more and more intense and white-hot battle, so that many people's hearts are in the throat, looking at the current fierce battle between the two sides, that Ye Zhiye, who should have been defeated at the touch of their impression, is surprisingly not half of the appearance of falling into the wind, and with the extremely fierce hand-to-hand combat, he is still faintly pressing Mo Wu's head above the offensive, which really makes those Yunlan Sect disciples who originally thought that the victory was in their hands a little dumbfounded。

You know, Mo Wu is a big master in their Shazhou District, it can be said that it is the existence of the top five, this random person who challenges the door is actually equal to her, how can this be accepted by them?

Of course, not only those students who thought so, but even those who were on the same list as Mo Wu also bowed slightly, and their faces were very heavy. On the spot, after the ink dance used several high-level powerful mystical techniques one after another, all of which were resisted by Ye Zhiye's pitch-black steel spear, the faces of the Qianyun people under the stone platform finally began to feel a little uncomfortable, compared to the previous solemnity, now it is more heavy.

To be honest, the several mystical techniques that Mo Wu performed could be said to belong to that type of mystical technique that was profound and quite difficult to cultivate among them, and the power was not small, even it was difficult for them to take it, but that person was extremely relaxed, his face was not red, and he was not panting, which was really surprising.

With the strength of Mo Wu, he used these kinds of mystical skills, even if the other party was a strong person who surpassed his two or three levels, it was impossible to resist it so lightly, however, the reality in front of him was to clearly tell them that those occult skills that were not weak were all resisted unscathed by Ye Zhiye, who was slightly inferior in strength.

"Aotian, that man seems to have something odd... Every time Mo Wu's mystical technique was about to attack his body, the strange pitch-black steel spear in his hand would appear an extremely powerful strange energy, and it was this strange energy that made Mo Wu's mystical technique not achieve any substantive effect. Staring at the field tightly, a man in white finally couldn't help but turn his head, and whispered to Xiang Aotian with a solemn face.

This Xiang Aotian can be said to be the first person in Shazhou District, but his face is not very good-looking at this time.

Hearing the whisper of the man in white, the other young men with good strength on the side all nodded slightly, with their strength, they naturally felt the powerful strange energy, but because Ye Zhiye was moving at high speed, and the technique was extremely familiar, even they were only aware of it, but they didn't know what it was for.

It's really not to be underestimated.

Xiang Aotian looked at Ye Zhiye, who was sideways and dodged the fierce sword gang of Mo Wu, his face was also a little heavy, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.

Actually, at this time, the result was already obvious, he knew, and Mo Wu also knew, but she didn't believe it, it was her personality to be unconvinced, and it was good for her.

On the stone platform, Mo Wu's slender jade feet were gently flicked on the stone platform, and the whole person turned in a volley spiral, the wind swept, and under the blowing hair, her bright eyes looked particularly unwilling, and she always had a feeling of not being able to use her strength against the leaves of the upper leaves, and every attack seemed to be in the water, and the soft power was wrapped and swallowed down, and disappeared in an instant, which made her cry bitterly.

She is a stubborn person, and this way of losing is definitely a shame for her, so she chooses to give it a go!

The snow-white jade hand holding the long sword waved lightly, and the sudden wind was like a volcanic eruption, sending her directly into the sky, the pink light gauze shirt fluttered in her willow dance, and then, her eyes became deep, and the corners of her mouth were lightly raised, let her give up, she couldn't do it.

"Biying, Qingluan, blazing!"

The blade of the sword swept, and countless small wind blades coiled along the sword body, and finally turned into a spiral wind gang that soared into the sky, and the swept wind blade slashed towards Ye Zhiye.

Ye Zhiye jumped slightly, and the whole person jumped backwards, and the whole person seemed to be stagnant in the air, and the fierce wind waved, 8 broke through the condensation barrier of the air, and smashed towards Ye Zhiye.

"Boom!"

In the field, the figure of the flash handed over was wrong, and he retreated with one touch again, and with the sound of energy explosion, Ye Zhiye's footsteps did not stop, and the whole person retreated more than ten meters against the ground.

The retreating figure slowly stopped, and Ye Zhiye's thin figure finally appeared clearly under everyone's gaze, looking at each other, looking at the appearance of the two, they were all stunned.

A narrow range of armor appeared on Ye Zhiye's body, and a series of criss-crossing sword marks had appeared on that armor, and under the deep sword marks, Yin Hong's blood could be faintly seen, obviously, in the previous almost crazy hand-to-hand combat, he was not completely counterattacked by Mo Wu.

But what was even more surprising was that there were no injuries in the rest of his body, and it seemed that the armor on his shoulder was just enough to resist all of the damage caused by Mo Wu's series of injuries, which was really unexpected.

Ye Zhiye's appearance is not very good-looking, on the other hand, Mo Wu, it is also a slight gaffe, the original neat skirt robe, but at the moment it has become a little messy, in the lower abdomen, a footprint is clearly visible, the messy green silk is stuck to the smooth forehead with some sweat, Bei Yan bit the red lip, and his breathing was slightly short.

The appearance of the two of them, it seems that in the previous fierce battle, they both won slightly and lost slightly...

After the two appeared, the original whispers in the square were completely silent again, and everyone was infected by the-for-tat momentum between the two, and did not dare to speak again to break it.

A breeze blew across the square, and a few dead leaves swept between the two of them.

"Thank you. ”

Bei Ya bit his red lip lightly, Mo Wu's eyes looked at Ye Zhiye, the whole person looked extremely calm, but his trembling hands seemed to be unable to grasp the sword, which showed how hard this admission of defeat was for him.