A young man dressed in white, carrying a green mangsword, jumped onto the martial arts arena with a little tiptoe. Born handsome, magnificent, evenly breathed, strong! Many of the contestants looked solemn, he was Ouyang Jie of the Fairy Sword Hall. In the last battle, a sword cut off the opponent's right arm, and he went away with a complete victory, ending the battle with lightning speed, and he was really vicious and terrifying.

"Immortal Sword Hall, Ouyang Jie!"

The leader of the younger generation of Xianjian Hall is also a real peerless genius, with a sword technique, the sword is unsheathed, not stained with blood, and there is no return!

When Long Tian looked at Ouyang Jie, Ouyang Jie seemed to be aware of it, a fine light gushed out of the corner of his eyes in the distance, his eyes were intertwined with Long Tian, and suddenly a sharp invisible sword light seemed to be swept towards Long Tian, Long Tian also concentrated, and the sword light dissipated!

"It's kind of interesting when the strong collide. A smile also appeared on the face of the white-eyed old Taoist and muttered to himself.

"He seems to be called Long Tian, but he is not a simple teenager. Ouyang Jie was also slightly stunned, muttering to himself in his heart, facing his opponent with solemn eyes.

A young man dressed in black, his face was quite handsome, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance that could not be concealed, quite arrogant, and quite powerful. But when this aura faced Ouyang Jie, there was a trace of convergence, and he was Du Feihong of the Badao Hall.

Facing the two genius boys, the strong man of the Douwang looked very dignified, took a deep breath, and the majestic fighting spirit gushed out: "Ouyang Jie of the Immortal Sword Hall vs. Du Feihong of the Tyrant Sword Hall, the competition begins!"

Strong dialogue, the two teenagers are from the top ten halls, setting off today's competition*.

"Humph!"

Du Feihong snorted coldly, a bright big knife in my hand again, his brows furrowed slightly, and an extremely domineering golden light swept out from the big knife, carrying a rolling fighting spirit, and attacked Ouyang Jie with a calm face.

The strong wind was approaching, and the corners of Ouyang Jie's eyes were also slightly raised, and his eyes quickly looked over, only to see Du Feihong's figure rushing towards Ouyang Jie with the waves of fighting qi.

"Bang!"

The golden light swept across the sky, and the entire martial arts arena trembled, causing ripples.

Du Feihong's extremely astonishing and arrogant aura emanated, since his aura had doubled sharply, compared to the previous judgment, his aura was not weaker than Ouyang Jie's, and even a few points stronger.

The top ten lobby is still quite rich, and the strength it has is definitely not weak, and the battle between the two tigers will be wonderful and exciting.

"Ouyang Jie, out of the sword, you look down on me too much. Du Feihong looked at Ouyang Jie, who was holding his hands in front of his chest, suspended above the gunpowder smoke generated by the strong wind, with an indifferent face, Ouyang Jie did not draw his sword, because as soon as the sword came out, it would be stained with blood, but because Ouyang Jie did not draw his sword, for the arrogant Du Feihong, it was a thorn in his heart, and it hurt!

Hearing Du Feihong's words, Ouyang Jie raised his head, looked at the sun in the sky, and then stared at Du Feihong, the fierceness in his eyes was like a blade, this kind of gaze was absolutely lethal to many people, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Go on!" With a smile, Ouyang Jie stretched out his hand and slowly spit out these two words.

* Naked provocation, Du Feihong's eyes shot at Ouyang Jie again, the big knife in his hand flew, and a messy and violent wave of fighting spirit spread on the martial arts platform, the most unfortunate thing is that Ouyang Jie dodged left and right, and his feet seemed to be smeared with oil, and he avoided this set of fierce attacks without danger.

Smoke came out of his head, his fierce attack actually didn't cause the slightest harm to Ouyang Jie, his heart was unbalanced, it seemed that he was really famous, so powerful.

"I'm going to fight until you draw your sword!" The voice roared, his legs quickly climbed, and a phantom broadsword slashed down at Ouyang Zi, Ouyang Jie's long sword was horizontal, and the scabbard was directly shattered by the fierce wind, and the blue light shone, and a smile hung on Ouyang Jie's face again.

"This is yours and mine!" Ouyang Jie's voice was cold and cold, and a powerful aura slowly flowed in this body. A crisp humming sound resounded in mid-air.

"Bell!"

The tip of the knife dances, and the wind whistles. Ouyang Jie's body, Du Feihong felt a strong oppression, and this oppression was the most terrifying among his peers. A big knife blocked left and right, but Ouyang Jie was like a dragonfly dotting water, but the seemingly random sword was as heavy as a thousand catties, and the swords collided, Du Feihong only felt that his arm was shaken and hurt, the blood in his body was surging, and the horizontal eyebrows were cold to contend with each other.

The people on the field also opened their mouths wide, looking at the absoluteness of the two teenagers, the dancing two, every collision would produce a strong wind, making the palms of the old man Tang Yu in the stands break out in cold sweat. He knew that Du Feihong was already at the end of his crossbow in front of Ouyang Jie, and he was struggling. On the martial arts arena, there was unspeakable pressure, and the majestic power emanated, and the strong wind generated made people's cheeks hurt.

Du Feihong played a big knife in front of Ouyang Jie, and his sharp knife skills did not translate into a little chance of winning, although Du Feihong can also be called a genius, and he is by no means a general, but in the face of Ouyang Jie, he can only bow to the wind.

Long Tian also looked at the two people on the field with his fists clenched, his eyes couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and as soon as he raised his gaze, Ouyang Jie seemed to be wrapped in ten thousand green mang swords, and the phantom appeared, and he couldn't help but breathe solemnly!

I saw Ouyang Jie's figure, like a wisp of green smoke, as fast as lightning shuttling through the martial arts arena, electric light, tense nerves, and a strong and powerful fighting spirit, like an angry dragon squirming out.

"Bang!"

A figure shot out backwards, the corners of the mouth were still bloodshot, and a green light was lightning fast, pointing at the throat, and the eyes were so cold, like a rakshasa from hell.

"I said that when the sword is unsheathed, it will be stained with blood!" The outrageous voice was extremely bad news for Du Feihong, who was defeated by his subordinates.

"Qingmang Sword Dance!" spit out word by word, the figure disappeared, only the streamer reflected by the sunlight was seen, Tang Yu in the stands frowned, and lowered his head: "It's over, it seems that the Dao Hall has withdrawn from the Top Ten Hall!"

"Ah......" The miserable voice rendered this atmosphere very sad, sword marks, blood stains, and the gap in strength was really an insurmountable gap! Du Feihong's eyes slowly closed, and a figure also collapsed on the martial arts arena, and many viewers in the audience would have a trace of pity in their eyes, and Du Feihong was defeated.

The subtle breath of life, the green mangsword was stained with blood.

The Douwang powerhouse on the field announced the final result: "Immortal Sword Hall, Ouyang Jie wins!"

A figure floated away in the voice that resounded throughout the audience, so cold, so powerful! The champion in everyone's hearts, the powerful Ouyang Jie!