"Brother Tao, this brother of yours shouldn't be a casual cultivator, no matter how you look at it, he can enter the big forces and become an elite disciple. Wang Song said.

"I met by chance, there is some information about him on the martial arts hall forum, and he is indeed a disciple of a certain big force, but I don't know which one it is. Xue Tao said.

"Could it be a disciple of the Thousand Machine Gate. Chen Manwen said.

"His cultivation is too low, it is unlikely that Qianjimen, maybe it is a subsidiary force under Qianjimen. Xia Mudao, she didn't think that Yan Lingyu was a disciple of Qianjimen, at most it was a subordinate force.

Leng Qingxuan sat in the front row expressionlessly, Wang Qimin frowned slightly, judging from the battle just now, Wang Jie did not take advantage, he underestimated Yan Lingyu's combat power.

Wang Jie straightened his clothes and said casually: "I have to admit that you are indeed quite strong, but if you want to win me, these skills alone are not enough, you have no swordsmanship left, but your swordsmanship is not enough in front of me." ”

Wang Jie was very casual, and didn't take Yan Lingyu seriously at all: "Maybe you can save some face by admitting defeat directly, after all, it's better to lose standing than to lose on your knees, isn't it." ”

"Well, that's true, so do you want to just admit defeat. Yan Lingyu asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, stubborn. Wang Jie snorted coldly.

After Wang Jie stretched out his right hand and turned his palm into fingers, he saw his index finger and middle finger together, and the cyan spiritual power continued to converge towards his fingertips.

"This is the Nine Spirit Finger. A curator exclaimed.

"Nine Spirit Fingers, another peerless Nine Spirit Finger of the Wang family?"

"Yes, although the Nine Spirit Finger is the same grade as the Zhenglong Hand, it is more difficult to cultivate than the Zhenglong Hand, I didn't expect Wang Jie to practice the Nine Spirit Finger, and I don't know what realm he has practiced. ”

While the curators were talking, Wang Jie had already launched an offensive.

"Nine Spirit Fingers"

As soon as Wang Jie's gesture changed, he pointed at Yan Lingyu, and in an instant, five thin lines of cyan spiritual power were killed towards Yan Lingyu.

Thin threads of spiritual power kept swimming in the air, rushing towards Yan Lingyu from several different directions.

Yan Lingyu saw the fine line of spiritual power attacking, and hurriedly used the Wind Resisting Divine Technique to dodge, and at the same time slashed out several sword qi to resist the attack.

However, after the collision between the spiritual power line and the sword qi, it did not dissipate, but continued to kill Yan Lingyu, Yan Lingyu swung his sword and slashed out several sword qi again, which destroyed the oncoming spiritual power line.

"This fingering method is to compress the spiritual power to the limit, and then hit it out with one and more, the difficulty of the operation is quite high, this Wang Jie can be able to turn five into one gas and still have some strength. Xia Mu said.

"Yan Lingyu is in danger, his sword qi can't stop Wang Jie's fingering. Wang Song said.

"Yan Lingyu also has swordsmanship, maybe she can fight with Wang Jie. Chen Manwen said.

Xia Mu shook his head: "No, he can hold two swords at most, but Wang Jie can hit five attacks at a time, and he can't win." ”

Looking at the sudden change in the situation in the field, Xue Tao also became nervous: "Brother Yan, you won't lose, will you?" ”

Being constantly surrounded and suppressed by the cyan spiritual power thin line, Yan Lingyu's activity space became more and more, and he had to make at least two moves to block each spiritual power thin line, so he quickly fell into the disadvantage.

"Is that all you have the ability to do, hahaha, a talented disciple of a big force, I think it's almost a waste. Wang Jie laughed wildly.

Yan Lingyu flashed a few times to avoid Wang Jie's attack: "The waste is on your own." ”

"Hmph, you have to have a hard mouth when you die, Jiu Ling fingers. Wang Jie pointed out again, and several thin lines of spiritual power flew quickly

Kill Yan Lingyu.

"Yan Lingyu is not good, Wang Jie is going to win. ”

"Is it finally going to win, Wang Jie is really a long face for our martial arts circle. ”

"If Wang Jie wins this battle, I will fan him for the rest of my life. ”

"Come on, Wang Jie. ”

"Come on. ”

......

Seeing that Wang Jie had the upper hand, the students became excited, not only the students, but also Wang Qimin, Wang Zhiqing, and countless people from the Wang family were excited at the moment.

"There are still so many fans. Listening to the deafening shout, Yan Lingyu complained sourly.

"Now that you're done performing, it's up to me to take it on, Swordsman. ”

In the face of Wang Jie's attack, Yan Lingyu no longer dodged, his gesture changed, and the sword killing flew out directly towards the thin line of spiritual power.

In the air, a white streamer and five cyan streamers were fighting, and the cyan streamer was obviously "overwhelming", and they surrounded the white streamer.

"It's useless, your swordsmanship doesn't work for me, give up, is it so hard to admit that you're a waste, hahahaha. Wang Jie laughed.

In the face of Wang Jie's mouth cannon ridicule, Yan Lingyu said in a deep voice: "If you fight, you fight, you can, you are really noisy, turn into a shadow sword technique, and divide it." ”

"Oo, oo, oo, oa, oo"

Yan Lingyu let out a low shout, and the sword killing sword that was flying in the air turned into five in an instant, and a white streamer turned into five, and the cyan streamer was defeated in the blink of an eye.

After defeating Wang Jie's moves, Yan Lingyu commanded the five sword shadows to kill Wang Jie.

Seeing Yan Lingyu suddenly turn into five with a sword, Wang Jie didn't have time to be shocked and hurriedly slapped a Nine Spirit Finger, and five thin lines of cyan spiritual power shot out from his fingertips.

The white streamer and the cyan streamer were intertwined, Yan Lingyu blessed the power of the wind on the five sword shadows, and the speed of the white streamer increased again, and it didn't take long for all the cyan streamers to be strangled.

After breaking the Nine Spirit Fingers, Yan Lingyu commanded the sword killer back behind him, he stood in the center of the martial arts arena, and the five identical swords obediently hovered behind him and shone brightly.

At this time, Yan Lingyu was like a sword immortal, as if as long as his mind moved, the long sword behind his back would kill the enemy by itself, and he was the one who took someone's head thousands of miles away.

Wang Jie showed an unbelievable look on his face, and the onlookers stopped shouting, and the barrage on the Internet was already chaotic.

Almost all the curators in the viewing area stood up, Wang Qimin, Jiang Yurong, and Feng Shijun were no exception, and Leng Qingxuan was almost left in this area still sitting calmly.

Wang Song was already speechless in shock, Chen Manwen shouted incoherently, and Xue Tao's eyes widened as if he saw something that could not be talked about.

Xia Mu barely suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and said intermittently: "This... This... Can I take back what I said, it seems to be true, Edgeworthy. ”

"Impossible, this impossible, how can you manipulate five swords at the same time. ”

Wang Jie froze, he carefully looked at the five swords suspended behind Yan Lingyu, his eyes were full of doubts, he couldn't figure out how Yan Lingyu could resist the five swords.

"It's only five swords, I can produce more swords, it depends on whether you have the ability to force me to use them. ”

After Yan Lingyu pointed her finger forward, the five swords suddenly turned into five streamers and swept towards Wang Jie.

As soon as Wang Jie saw the long sword attacking, he hurriedly used his Nine Spirit Fingers to deal with it, and the cyan streamer and the white streamer kept colliding, but there was no doubt that the cyan streamer was annihilated every time.

After fighting like this for a few rounds, Wang Jie found that he couldn't do anything with Yan Lingyu at all, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

Seeing that his moves were perfectly restrained by Yan Lingyu, Wang Jie decided to take a gamble, he changed his strategy and no longer retreated, but fought more and more forward.

Wang Jie's hand speed is extremely fast, and he immediately picks up another finger after pointing out, although there is no time to compress the spiritual power, resulting in a great reduction in the power of the move, but the victory is more numerous, and in the face of the cyan streamer Yan Lingyu also had to withdraw his sword to defend.

However, although there were a lot of them, the quality was average, and almost every cyan streamer was defeated in a single face, and it could not cause substantial damage to Yan Lingyu at all.

After stabilizing his mood, Wang Qimin sat back again, he shook his head, and the onlookers stopped shouting, because everyone could see that Wang Jie was hanging.