From the beginning to the end of every competition, some people are destined to be elated, some people are sad, some people gain fame and fortune, and some people leave the venue disappointed.

This competition, like previous competitions, is also inseparable from the emergence of various emotions.

It's just that among the many losers who are pessimistic and disappointed, everyone in Yin Shangguo is full of joy.

Yin Shang has a free player like Ye Feng, and he is also an iron-blooded and ruthless elite like He Huan. In addition to Ye Feng and He Huan attracting the attention of many viewers, Jiang Ziwei also successfully attracted the attention of everyone around him with his sword intent, which was very different from ordinary people.

Some people have speculated about what kind of combination it will become if Ye Feng, He Huan and Jiang Ziwei are compiled into a group.

Later, these people who made the idea came to the conclusion at the same time that the combination was absolutely invincible.

If there is something shameless to do and leave it to Jiang Ziwei to do, he will never feel ashamed, and even feel glorious.

And handing over the hard work of killing people to He Huan not only satisfies the killing ** that He Huan's heart is full of, but also saves a lot of trouble in dragging mud and water.

As for Ye Feng, he is naturally the core figure of this invincible combination. Anything that is uneven will not be a problem in his eyes, and it is precisely because of his leadership that this combination has become so invincible.

After secretly estimating the combination formed by Ye Feng and the three of them, all the sword cultivators around who were watching the exchange competition were shocked and speechless.

Among these people, there are those who are jealous and envious, and some sword cultivators who belong to various countries and sects, and some people feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Ye Feng and He Huan and Jiang Ziwei are inextricably intertwined, this is something that everyone knows.

Thinking that they didn't need to be combined, they were already together, and the group of sword cultivators with huge ambitions had a feeling of being born at the wrong time at the same time in their hearts.

After the promotion match, Ye Feng and the three of them successfully advanced again.

Due to the fact that the finalists this time are also singular, another person was selected by the jury and sat on the cold bench for promotion without examination.

Originally, this quota would still fall on Ye Feng, but Jiang Ziwei's amazing and brilliant performance made the strong people of the jury unbearable to look at, so this quota fell directly on him.

If someone else is exempted from the exam, he will definitely be excited, but Jiang Ziwei doesn't think so, he has just mastered the mystery of the chrysanthemum sword technique, and he can't wait to find an opponent who can compete, so he is still pouting until he sits on the cold bench.

In this game, Ye Feng's opponent was a fourth-level sword king of the Thousand Feather Country.

That sword king has always shown a strong personality in previous matches. In almost every fight, the opponent will be severely injured.

Ye Feng stood on the stage, and the fourth-level sword king stood under the stage.

The fourth-level sword king stared at Ye Feng for a long time, during which his fists were clenched three times, but he still couldn't make up his mind to go on stage to fight Ye Feng.

"I ...... Abstain ......" the sword cultivator shouted loudly as the match was about to start.

His words fell, and the whole person breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground in a gloomy manner.

Ye Feng once again did not make a move with the challenger, and successfully advanced, which made everyone present boo.

Until now, no one had seen Ye Feng make a move, and some people who could see through Ye Feng's strength as a third-level sword master couldn't help but begin to doubt Ye Feng's true strength.

Whether Ye Feng was really as brave as rumored, this was a question that haunted the hearts of every sword cultivator.

In the end, except for the heads of the seven major families of the Thousand Feather Country who had witnessed Ye Feng's demeanor that day, there was no suspicion, and everyone else began to speculate whether Ye Feng's strength was true or not.

The distrust of the outside world, the suspicious gaze and look made Jiang Ziwei, who was sitting in the chair, stand up angrily.

Glaring fiercely at the sword cultivators around him, Jiang Ziwei shouted angrily: "What do you see, let me tell you, Boss Ye's strength is definitely in line with the rumors." Even if my chrysanthemum sword technique is fully used, it will not be Boss Ye's opponent. ”

Hearing about the chrysanthemum sword technique, all the sword cultivators around him lowered their heads in unison.

What are you kidding, the chrysanthemum swordsmanship is extremely obscene and obscene, even if they choose to face Ye Feng or Jiang Ziwei, I'm afraid most people will risk their lives to choose the former.

At the beginning of another round of competition, Yin Shangguo has already seen two players who have advanced to the top seven.

Such a brilliant record that can be called the unprecedented record of the founding of the Yin Shang State since the founding of the country, so that all the people of Shangli and Hai Wuya are happy.

For many years, Yin Shang Guo has not been able to raise his eyebrows in the ten southeastern countries, and when he saw the sword cultivation of a powerful country such as Linfeng Country, he looked at himself with a little more envy, and Shang Limei's nostrils were about to rise to the sky.

Ye Feng and Jiang Ziwei sat on the cold bench, while He Huan still stayed in the center of the arena.

This time, his opponent was a sword cultivator with the strength of a second-level sword king.

This sword cultivator named Hong Yuanguang is not necessarily strong, but he has a lot of backbone. Even in the face of a cold-blooded monster like He Huan, he never showed the slightest cowardice.

Hong Yuanguang's cultivation of sword intent, just like his personality, is the most orthodox and upright way.

Every move and every style of his work is wide open and closed, like a surging river and a majestic mountain peak.

The upright sword move happens to be the nemesis of He Huan's killing sword intent.

He Huan's cultivation of the killing sword intent took the route of a feminine and ghostly crane, and when he encountered an attack method of opening and closing, he couldn't find an empty door to hurt the opponent for a while.

Hong Yuanguang kept attacking, and He Huan surrounded the ring, constantly maneuvering with him.

This situation lasted for nearly half a cup of tea time, and He Huan still didn't make a move, but just tried his best to dodge and avoid the opponent's attack.

Seeing that He Huan had fallen into disadvantage from the beginning, Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but stand up anxiously.

While rubbing his hands, he asked anxiously, "Boss Ye, do you say that Boss He will be defeated?"

Facing Jiang Ziwei, who was full of anxiety, Ye Feng smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "No." Although it seems that He Huan has been falling behind at the moment, in fact, He Huan has not shown any lack of vitality. Hong Yuanguang's attack was wide open and close, extremely fierce, and the vitality consumed was naturally more than He Huan, you see, it won't be long before He Huan will defeat Hong Yuanguang. ”

Although Ye Feng had already analyzed the battle situation, Jiang Ziwei's worries still did not dissipate.

Sitting on the chair, he scratched his head and scratched his arms for a while, looking like he was in a state of disappointment.

In the ring, the two sides have been fighting each other for a long time.

Until the end of the competition with people around him, He Huan still wandered on the edge of the ring and never made a move.

Steep, the long sword in Hong Yuanguang's hand roared like a giant blade splitting mountains and slashed towards the top of He Huan's head.

Seeing that He Huan had been forced into a corner, Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but stand up again urgently.

In Jiang Ziwei's mind, if he faced Hong Yuanguang's blow, there was only one way, which was to jump out of the ring to dodge. But in this way, this fight, even if He Huan loses.

Thinking of He Huan's unyielding personality, Jiang Ziwei's eyes were red. If it weren't for Ye Feng who had been pressing him with his breath, I am afraid that he would rush forward desperately to help He Huan.

He Huan was indeed forced by Hong Yuanguang to have no way out, but this does not mean that He Huan has no way to crack it.

Seeing the other party's long sword, with the power of the mountains, roaring and falling, He Huan's eyes flashed with a cold glint.

A cold light surged out from the unicorn tooth in He Huan's hand, and under He Huan's full strength shaking the sword body, the surface of the unicorn tooth suddenly distorted, soft as a spirit snake.

A "hiss" sound sounded like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the unicorn teeth were wrapped around the long sword in Hong Yuanguang's hand.

Following the blade of the sword, the unicorn tooth jumped directly to the hilt of the sword, and before Hong Yuanguang could react, the tip of the sword pierced his wrist.

With a "poof", a puddle of blood shot out of Hong Yuanguang's wrist, and the long sword in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

Opposite Hong Yuanguang, He Huan was holding a unicorn tooth, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Hong Yuanguang's throat.

"You're defeated!" He Huan was as cold as ever.

Facing He Huan, who was silver-haired and bloody-eyed, a trace of regret flashed in Hong Yuanguang's eyes. If he hadn't sensed that his vitality was about to dry up just now, and he was eager to defeat He Huan, it would have been impossible for him to attack hastily and leave a flaw.

Seeing that there seemed to be a lot of dissatisfaction in Hong Yuanguang's eyes, He Huan's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"The swordsmanship of opening and closing is indeed extremely strong, but there are still many empty doors in itself. If you don't believe me, keep attacking now, and I can defeat you in one move. He Huan said arrogantly.

Hong Yuanguang looked hesitant, and suddenly, he raised the soles of his feet and kicked the sword on the ground directly into the palm of his hand.

The style was the same as just now, but with a little more cautious sword light, it roared and fell towards He Huan's head.

Seeing the sword light coming to his face again, He Huan didn't dodge, but just turned to one side, his body dodged Hong Yuanguang's attack like a ghost, and the unicorn teeth were on Hong Yuanguang's neck again.

Defeated for the second time, Hong Yuanguang couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It wasn't until this moment that he really understood that He Huan had been fighting against him all along, and he had left a back hand.

Turning his head, facing the suppressed gazes of many fellow disciples, a trace of sadness flashed in Hong Yuanguang's eyes.

Participating in the competition this time, he is carrying the honor of everyone in the sect, if he loses, don't say that he will not forgive himself, and he will not have the face to see his fellow disciples again when he returns to the sect.

Suddenly, Hong Yuanguang's sword-holding arm wiped it towards his neck.

Hong Yuanguang suddenly committed suicide in shame, causing the surrounding people to watch the sword cultivation to exclaim, and also caused Hong Yuanguang's fellow disciples to stand in place like five thunderbolts.

"Senior Brother Hong!" Hong Yuanguang's fellow disciples let out bursts of exclamations, and some people wanted to rush to the stage to save Hong Yuanguang, but it was too late, and when they rushed to the bottom of the ring, they had already seen the blade of the sword touch Hong Yuanguang's neck.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden change in front of them, and suddenly, an arc of blue light burst out from the oblique thorn.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and then they were shocked to see that they didn't know when, Ye Feng appeared in the ring, holding Hong Yuanguang's sword-holding arm with his palm.

"The eldest husband should stand up to the sky and the earth, and a momentary victory or defeat does not mean anything. Ye Feng said in a deep voice.

He held the palm of Hong Yuanguang's arm, and with a fierce force, a stream of vitality poured into the sword body along Hong Yuanguang's arm, directly destroying the long sword into pieces.

Hong Yuanguang used a line-level mid-level sword, not to mention that if he destroyed it with Yuan Qi, even if he threw it into the furnace, he might not be able to completely destroy it without three days and three nights.

Many sword cultivators present never thought that Ye Feng would use the kung fu of the separation object to directly destroy the line-level mid-rank long sword into pieces.

The incredible speed and extraordinary destructive power revealed by Ye Feng in front of him made the doubts in the hearts of those sword cultivators who doubted Ye Feng completely disappear.

Asking himself, Mo said that they couldn't do everything that Ye Feng had just done, and there were few people in their sect who could do it.

"Sword Emperor powerhouse, a twenty-year-old Sword Emperor powerhouse!"

At this moment, all the people in the audience who were watching Ye Feng had a strong sense of awe rising in their hearts.