Kim Independence won, won so simply!

The students of the academy all believed that Jin Independence would win, but they did not expect that they would win so easily.

A middle-aged man from Gu Jiantan hurriedly rushed to the stage to check Lin Xuan's injuries, and seeing Lin Xuan seriously injured on the ground, the middle-aged man showed an angry look on his face, suddenly stood up, and scolded angrily: "Is this how the academy treats its opponents?"

Jin Independent stopped, turned around, looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, and said indifferently: "Just by him, he is not worthy of being my opponent, why should I care about the feeling of ants?"

After speaking, he ignored the division commander of Gu Jiantan, stepped out of the ring, and walked back to the team.

"The rest is up to you!" Jin Jing's gaze swept over the remaining six people present, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Doesn't the academy need an explanation?" Old Monster Feng strode forward, looked at Su Shuyue on the high platform with a gloomy face, and said in a cold tone.

Su Shuyue laughed mockingly, and didn't even bother to speak.

Seeing the attitude of the academy, a trace of coldness crossed the eyes of the old monster Feng, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he returned to his team.

Seeing such a scene, the academy students who were watching the battle around the ring cheered loudly, and even some teachers smiled and admired, but their eyes looking at Gu Jiantan were full of disdain.

Sensing the difference in the eyes around them, the disciples who came to watch the ceremony from Gu Jiantan fell silent, and a strong anger spread in their hearts.

"Hmph, this sword is good, but if it touches me, it is destined to be ugly!"

Listening to the earth-shattering cheers around him, Ying Qianli of the Danding Gate let out a sneer with disdain, and looked at Jin Independent's gaze, which was faintly filled with a sense of violence.

The bell ~ the bell rang loudly, shaking in all directions.

"In the second discussion, the Innate Sword sent people. ”

A young man from the Innate Sword Sect walked out with a calm face, and his gaze fell on the side of the academy.

Everyone in the academy is not surprised, thinking that this time it must be the students who choose the academy again, but they don't know who they will choose.

The master standing in the Innate Sword Sect also looked at the group of people in the academy with indifferent eyes, obviously what happened before made them feel humiliated too, this time they would inevitably make the academy lose face.

"Yi Xing of the Innate Sword Sect, ask Gu Jian Tan Heyuwen for advice!"

As soon as the words fell, an uproar suddenly erupted around the ring, and there was a lot of restlessness.

Obviously, such a choice was unexpected by everyone, and even Su Li looked at the young man standing in the ring curiously.

Similarly, Yi Xing's decision was obviously not to inform the division commander of the Innate Sword Sect, and at this moment, even the division commander of the Innate Sword Sect had a great change in face.

"Yi Xing, what are you doing?" a division leader roared, leaving his own plan, making the division commander furious.

Yi Xing didn't look at the teachers behind him, but set his eyes on He Yuwen, and a raging anger burned in his eyes.

He Yuwen stood up, his face was extremely calm, and he didn't seem surprised at all.

He Yuwen, who was dressed in cropped black, had his arms folded around his chest, and a sheathed long sword was carried on his straight waist, and the blood-red sword spikes were flying, reflecting his temperament becoming more and more outstanding.

He walked like this, but when everyone's eyes looked at him, it was like seeing a peerless sword, about to show its sharpest light!

When he stepped into the ring, the audience was silent at this moment.

And in that ring, an atmosphere of saber rattling was quietly permeating.

"He Yuwen, do you remember me?" Yi Xing's voice was flat, but he could feel the piercing hatred.

He Yuwen stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Yi Xing calmly, and said lightly: "I don't have any interest in remembering you, let's make a move!"

"It's okay, just let me see your Thousand Illusion Sword of Heyuwen!"

Boom!

Yi Xing moved, the long sword on his waist was unsheathed, the long sword was silver and white, glowing with a dazzling light, and at the same time, his demeanor around him also changed suddenly, becoming solemn and cold, causing the surrounding void to emit a sharp sound of tearing at the eardrum.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding people were looking forward to it more and more, their eyes widened, and they refused to miss any details, they really wanted to see how strong He Yuwen was on the Qingfeng Record!

However, to everyone's surprise, in the face of Yi Xing's sword, He Yuwen was indifferent, still carrying his sheathed long sword, and did not rush to do it.

He just stared at Yi Xing for a moment, and then said indifferently: "Do you know what the end of using a sword in front of me will be?"

Yi Xing mocked: "You know, it's either death or waste!"

Ignoring Yi Xing's mockery, He Yuwen remained indifferent, and gently spit out two words from his thin blade-like lips, "Out of the sword." ”

Swish!

Yi Xing didn't say anything more, he started to act, his figure flashed, the snow-white sword blade broke through the air, and in an instant, the sky was like a goose feather snow, and every snowflake was a touch of sword qi that was extremely powerful!

The sword curtain is like snow, fluttering down!

At this moment, even many disciples who were fighting outside the ring clearly felt a chill coming from their bones, and they couldn't help but shiver all over their bodies.

"Yes, it's the catkins flying sword. ”

Su Li whispered softly, and everyone around him also heard his words, and they were all a little surprised, although this sword is very special, but it is not famous, so no one knows it, but they didn't expect Su Li to be able to tell the origin of this sword.

"It's flashy, it's still the same garbage. ”

In the ring, in the face of this snowy sword, He Yuwen looked disdainful, pinched the sword finger in his right hand, and swiped it at will, just like a splashed ink landscape painting.

A clean, pure, and sharp sword qi broke through the air.

In an instant, the wind and snow were extinguished!

Seeing such a crisp and neat scene, without a trace of fireworks, everyone present was shocked, and almost couldn't believe their eyes.

With a single blow, he has such a might, this He Yuwen is worthy of being a powerful figure on the Qingfeng Record!

"Phantom Sword!"

Almost at the same time, Su Li and the others all recognized the true power contained in this sword, and their eyes narrowed slightly.

He Yuwen's strongest sword and the most famous sword is the Thousand Illusion Sword, but there are not many people who can really see the Thousand Illusion Sword, so at this moment, Su Li's gaze is much more solemn.

"Some doorway phantom swords. ”

Xu Daogong heard Su Li's whisper, and said in a deep voice: "Don't underestimate this sword, if this Thousand Illusion Sword is a very famous sword in Danyang, it is a pity that after Fang Yiyun broke through the door, this sword became unrecognizable, it is difficult for anyone to cultivate this sword to the extreme, Thousand Illusions is already the limit of this sword, but back then, you must have heard of another name for this sword, Kunpeng Fantasy Feather Sword." ”

Anyone who had heard of this sword gasped because it was so famous.

"No wonder there is such power!" Li Shentong whispered lightly, at this moment, he could be regarded as agreeing with He Yuwen's strength, but for him who was confident, even then there was no reason to be defeated.

Kick, Kick!

At this time, Yi Xing's figure in the ring took three steps back uncontrollably, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, but his eyes became extremely bright in an instant.

"He Yuwen, you who have mastered the Hundred Illusion Sword Sutra can only comprehend the Thousand Illusion Sword, not to mention the Kunpeng Illusion Feather, you can't even do it with the Thousands of Illusion Feathers, your talent is really poor. Yi Xing wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, his long hair flew, and a trace of rich mockery rose at the corners of his mouth.

He Yuwen's originally indifferent expression became indifferent, and a strong murderous aura permeated out, "Since you want to find death, you can't blame me!"

One step later, the snow-white long sword behind him came out of its sheath directly, carrying a brilliant sword light, and the sword light flew up, like a phantom, and dozens of sword lights roared down, carrying desperate power.

Yi Xing smiled coldly, the true yuan in his body surged out, and the long sword in his hand burst out with a strong sword sound, as if he felt the master's fiery heart, and the sword qi gushed out, forming a sky-covering sword curtain.

One after another sword qi fell down, like a canopy of heaven, and white flowers suddenly floated between the heavens and the earth, this is not real white snow, but willow catkins flying in the sky, willow catkins fluttering, but with extremely sharp sword intent.

The sword curtain formed by the willow catkins that covered the sky collided with the dozens of phantoms, startling one after another criss-crossing sword marks.

The terrifying power made the surrounding air vibrate, and in a roar, He Yuwen stepped a little, and the whole person quickly approached, and the long sword in his hand once again swayed a phantom in the sky, and at this moment the phantom gradually appeared in shape, just like a feather, the illusory feathers were all condensed by the true yuan, and the sword qi fell ruthlessly, slashing towards Yi Xing's head.

This blow is obviously going to be a dead hand, and there is no mercy.

Yi Xing laughed, his eyes became extremely sharp, and the true yuan of his whole body erupted violently, and the true yuan that erupted like a volcano made everyone present tremble.

Shatter the sea with a blow!

Crushing one's own sea of qi in exchange for the strongest blow is not something that every cultivator can do.

There was a constant stream of blood on the corner of Yi Xing's mouth, and his whole body was flowing with the breath of True Yuan, although he could feel the pain in his body, his eyes became extremely bright.

"Die!"

The catkins flew in the sky, surrounding his body, and the sword and the man rushed towards the phantom feathers in the sky at the same time.

Poof!

A tearing sound rang out above the ring.

Gradually, the dust and fog dissipated, and the catkins disappeared little by little in the ground, and everyone saw the scene clearly.

Yi Xing's sword fell to the ground, but that clear sword mark appeared on He Yuwen's left shoulder, dripping with blood, and the blow of the shattered sea still injured He Yuwen after all.

Yi Xing fell in front of He Yuwen, looked at the gradually blurred figure in front of him, and said disdainfully: "You will never be able to comprehend the real Kunpeng Phantom Feather. ”

Hearing the meaning of Yi Xing's words, regardless of his injury, He Yuwen came to Yi Xing's side in an instant, grabbed him by the collar, and roared: "Say, what do you know." ”

The eyelids had become extraordinarily thick, and Yi Xing seemed to have seen the girl waving to him.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you soon, but I can't help you take revenge, really, don't scold me?"