Qin Ruoyang's repeated gaffes made Sima Tang snicker.

It's just that while snickering, Sima Tang couldn't help but think of his expression when he just learned about Ye Feng's identity as a Sword Emperor powerhouse.

At that time, his performance was the same as Qin Ruoyang.

Thinking that he was also in this embarrassment at the beginning, Sima Tang was no longer in the mood to laugh at Qin Ruoyang.

In the arena, forty-nine pairs of sword kings and sword masters fought each other.

Although the strength of these people is not on the table in the eyes of Sword Emperor powerhouses like Sima Tang and Qin Ruoyang, some newcomers with great development potential still attract Qin Ruoyang's attention.

"Hey, that silver-haired and blood-eyed young man, the sword intent of cultivation seems to be killing!" Qin Ruoyang pointed at He Huan and said quietly.

Following what Qin Ruoyang pointed out, Sima Tang set his eyes on He Huan, who exuded a chilling murderous intent up and down his body, suppressing his opponent to death, and a smile appeared on his old face.

"That white-haired and blood-eyed sword cultivator, called He Huan, should be Ye Feng's brother who intersects with life and death. Sima Tang explained.

"It has something to do with Ye Feng again?" Qin Ruoyang was slightly stunned.

His eyes quietly fell on Ye Feng, who was standing in the camp of Yin Shangguo, and after realizing that he was also looking at He Huan, Qin Ruoyang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The birth of a genius often requires the foil of countless geniuses.

Just like Qin Ruoyang, he was able to get to this point today, he stepped on the bones of countless people, and his fame climbed, his reputation is unmatched, but except for those who are flattering and afraid like tigers, there are no brothers who intersect with life and death.

Thinking of this, Qin Ruoyang paid more attention to Ye Feng.

He had a feeling that Ye Feng was by no means simple, and such a person fell in the ten southeastern countries, for the Central Plains countries, whether it was a blessing or a curse, he couldn't say clearly.

The first round of knockout lasted nearly two hours before the winner was decided.

The winners are beaming and full of joy, while the losers are depressed and extremely depressed.

Just like Ye Feng guessed in advance, He Huan really showed no mercy to his subordinates and beat his opponent to serious injury.

And Jiang Ziwei, after experiencing some thrilling small tests, also successfully knocked his opponent out of the ring.

Due to the fact that the champions of the youth group, middle-aged group and senior group were to compete for the championship of the youth group, the middle-aged group and the senior group were only briefly rested for less than an hour, and a new round of lottery was started.

This time, Ye Feng drew the black lottery No. 6. When the player with the red No. 6 sign found out that his opponent was Ye Feng, his face turned pale.

"I abstain ......," the first-level sword king shouted in despair.

His exclamation summoned everyone's attention.

Finding that this unlucky guy had actually been drawn to compete with Ye Feng on the same stage, the surrounding spectators couldn't help but look at this sword cultivator with pity.

"Ye Feng, the Sword Emperor is strong. "Either of these two names will discourage most sword cultivators.

As long as he is a person with a slightly normal brain, he will not be stupid enough to challenge Ye Feng.

Of course, there is never a shortage of people in this world who are not in their right minds.

In the second round of the promotion round, He Huan's opponent, the guy named Zhang Han from Hanhai Kingdom, was a complete megalomaniac.

Standing opposite He Huan, Zhang Han licked his scarlet lips with his tongue, put on a bloodthirsty and greedy appearance, and said in a low voice: "He Huan, Ye Feng's friend? Let me tell you, this competition, I am here for Ye Feng, and after I kill you, I will challenge Ye Feng and prove to the world that I, Zhang Han, am the number one master among the young people of the ten southeastern countries." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Han cut his fingers with a long sword like a mad dog.

Seeing that the blood soaked the entire sword body, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue again, and his body exploded, rushing towards He Huan like a cheetah.

In this world, there are not many people and things that can make He Huan angry and murderous. And Zhang Han's arrogance and repeated insults to Ye Feng just touched He Huan's bottom limit.

Seeing Zhang Han rushing towards him, He Huan slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

With a crisp sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and then the entire ring was shrouded in a snow-white light.

From the unsheathed sword to the sheath, it was just a blink of an eye.

But people were shocked to find that in the blink of an eye, He Huan's figure had gone from one side of the ring to the other.

Behind He Huan, Zhang Han's eyes widened in astonishment and fell to the ground in dismay.

That is, the moment his body fell to the ground, his body split from the middle and split into two petals.

Blood, entrails, green bile, yellow intestinal garbage, poured and sprinkled all over the ring.

Looking back at Zhang Han's corpse that had not been able to close his eyes until death, a trace of disdain flashed in He Huan's eyes.

"I can't help myself!" He Huan said coldly.

After saying this, he jumped out of the ring and returned to the camp of Yin Shangguo.

From the knockout round to the promotion round, it was the first time that such a bloody killing had occurred in the ring.

Seeing that He Huan killed someone, his expression did not change, his eyes did not blink, and everyone around him gasped.

Those sword cultivators who had also defeated the enemy and advanced to the next round looked at He Huan's figure, and their eyes all showed a hint of horror.

At this moment, they really understood that in addition to Ye Feng, Yin Shangguo also had an existence that they could not provoke.

Jiang Ziwei's opponent this time is a sword king powerhouse.

That Sword King powerhouse from the Linfeng Country, the sword intent he cultivated was Agni Fire.

As he wielded his sword, tongues of fire whistling vertically and horizontally enveloped the entire ring.

In the midst of the fire, Jiang Ziwei felt that it was difficult to breathe for a while, and his actions gradually slowed down.

In the past few days, Jiang Ziwei has always been feeling the sword intent, but with his active nature, it is impossible for him to sit down quietly, let alone realize the sword intent in the short term.

Seeing that the other party's sword intent suppressed him to death, Jiang Ziwei felt a burst of irritability.

Suddenly, he spotted an empty door in the other party's lower body, and couldn't help but show a narrow smile in his eyes.

The battle of masters, the breasts of women and the lower bodies of men, are the most shameful places to attack, and anyone who knows how to face will not attack this place.

But it should also be the bad luck of this sword cultivator, and it was the real villain Jiang Ziwei who met him.

In order to win, Mo said to throw away his face, even if he was asked to splash and roll, he could do it.

Jiang Ziwei bowed his body and shot out like an arrow.

Obviously, the long sword in his hand attacked the opponent's chest, but when he was less than ten meters away from the opponent, the sword momentum suddenly changed, and it directly attacked the opponent's lower body.

Sensing that Jiang Ziwei's long sword stabbed straight into his lower body, the sword cultivator couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

That is, in the moment he was momentarily stunned, Jiang Ziwei instantly regained the initiative of the attack and used a set of impenetrable attack sword moves.

"Shameless!" Realizing that he was being suppressed, the sword cultivator let out an angry roar.

"Thanks for the compliment. In the face of the other party's swearing, Jiang Ziwei not only got angry, but thanked the other party again.

After a round of attacks, Jiang Ziwei was unable to control the other party.

Seeing the other party's fiery sword intent burning again, a trace of cunning flashed in Jiang Ziwei's eyes again.

The same thing, the same scene, happened a second time.

When the long sword in Jiang Ziwei's hand once again unknowingly attacked the lower body of the sword cultivator, the sword cultivator's attack was once again suffocated.

This time, Jiang Ziwei no longer launched a fierce attack as before, but kept wandering around the side of the sword cultivator, pumping cold arrows to the opponent's lower body, and even the back door.

Under Jiang Zi's only almost shameless attack, the sword cultivator's offensive was finally disrupted, and his actions became undisciplined.

"Jiang Ziwei is about to comprehend the sword intent!" In the Yin Shang Kingdom camp, Ye Feng said in a low voice.

On his side, He Huan nodded solemnly, his lips and teeth opened lightly, and he only said one sentence: "Indeed, this shameless sword intent is indeed the most suitable for him to cultivate." ”

The conversation between Ye Feng and He Huan fell in the ears of Hai Wuya and Qiuyang, making the four sect masters cry and laugh.

They had heard of thousands of sword intent attributes, but it was the first time they had heard of someone cultivating sword intent called shameless. Turning their eyes to Jiang Ziwei, they were stunned at the same time to find that it seemed that things were really like Ye Feng had speculated, Jiang Ziwei really comprehended the sword intent in the battle.

Jiang Ziwei's figure was like a spinning top, walking quickly in the ring.

The more he turned, the more freely he moved, and the swordsmanship that attacked the opponent's lower body and back door became more and more proficient.

Suddenly, an extremely obscene and lewd aura emanated from Jiang Ziwei's body.

As soon as this powerful aura appeared, the fiery sword intent released by that sword cultivator was all extinguished.

With a "poof", Jiang Ziwei clearly stabbed the long sword of the sword cultivator's lower body, and suddenly turned a strange turn and stabbed the sword cultivator's buttocks.

Unguarded, the back door of the sword cultivator was almost opened by the long sword, and the sword cultivator was so hurt that he rolled directly into the ring.

The venue suddenly became extremely quiet.

This silence lasted for half a minute, and the Ten Kingdoms Sword Cultivator who watched Jiang Ziwei fight against the Linfeng Country Sword Cultivator burst into laughter.

After cultivating swordsmanship for so many years, it was the first time they had seen such an extremely obscene and obscene sword move.

When they thought of Jiang Ziwei's elusive swordsmanship that could not leave the opponent's lower body and the back door, everyone was terrified.

Fortunately, they were watching the battle, if they came to power, I am afraid that they would not end up much stronger than the Hanhai National Sword Cultivation.

After defeating his opponent, Jiang Ziwei walked out of the ring with his head held high.

Ignoring the contemptuous gazes around him, he still maintained a confident demeanor.

Seeing that Jiang Ziwei had reached the realm of shamelessness and invincibility in the world, including Ye Feng and He Huan, many sword cultivators in the Yin Shang Kingdom camp all turned their backs in embarrassment, pretending to wait and see the scenery.

Behind Ye Feng and the others, Shang Li, who was squatting on the chair like an old monkey, and indecently gnawed on a green apple jumped off the chair.

He came to Jiang Ziwei in three steps and two steps, stretched out his dirty palm, patted Jiang Ziwei's shoulder, and said, "Boy, you did a good job." If you are interested, after returning to Yin Shangguo, you can go to the imperial capital to find the old man, and then the old man will take you to Hualiu Lane. ”

One old and one young, talking about the scenery in Hualiu Lane, all became eyebrows fluttering.

When the two of them talked happily and forgot everything around them, Ye Feng and the others quietly dispersed to both sides, pretending not to know the two of them.

After the promotion tournament, only twenty-five of the hundred sword cultivators were left to qualify for the promotion.

Due to the odd number of contestants, the organizing committee temporarily decided to draw lots to select one contestant to advance directly.

I don't know if it was intentional or coincidental, the player who directly advanced fell on Ye Feng's body.

Hearing that he still didn't need to make a move in the third game, and successfully advanced again, Ye Feng's face couldn't help but be full of wry smiles.

"Are you so scary?Can't even meet an opponent in the competition?" After learning that there was nothing for him to do next, Ye Feng simply hugged a chair and sat down on the edge of the arena, focusing on the survival race that was about to begin.