"Kill you, in fact, it only takes one move!"

Jun Wuxie had a cyan robe on his body, not messy at all, standing in the middle of the field calmly, and said lightly.

Over there, two figures flew up like meteor lightning, instantly catching Xiahou Feng's body, falling to the ground, looking at Jun Wuxie's eyes, which were already full of murderous intent!

In the huge martial arts arena, thousands of people all widened their eyes and opened their mouths, their eyes were full of incredulity, and there was a dead silence.

But then, everyone opened their mouths wide and cheered wildly!

The mountains are roaring and the tsunami is nothing more than that!

Mo Yihan, who was originally sitting there, and Yi Lao, the old principal of the Senior Academy, couldn't help but stand up at this moment, looking at the young man standing with his hands in surprise on their faces, the powerful hearts of the two of them who belonged to the Sword King level martial artists, all of them were beating with anger, and their hearts were full of shock!

Even the crown prince Zhao Xinghe stood up incredibly and shouted hello, but his voice had already been drowned out in the cheers!

After shouting, he felt that something was wrong, and sat down stupidly, glanced left and right, and found that no one noticed his gaffe at all.

Everyone was shouting frantically, these gifted students, who were usually above the top and high, as if nothing could shock them, were so excited that they were crying and shouting wildly, and many didn't even know what they were shouting.

This whistling sound even soared into the sky!

The entire imperial capital, Qinglong City, seemed to tremble at this moment.

Many people looked in the direction of the Senior Academy suspiciously, looking puzzled, not knowing what was going on there.

Xiahou Feng's face was like gold paper, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were already red, and his heart was filled with countless whys at this moment!

Why? He only has the strength of the Great Sword Master, but he can break through my Sword King-level defense?

Why? He moved so fast that I didn't even have time to react?

Why? His strength was so great that it seemed like he was going to kick all his internal organs to pieces?

Why! Why!

"Young Master, let's go kill him" Twelve clansmen with sword king-level strength, all of them gathered around Xiahou Feng, as long as he gave an order, these people would immediately rush forward. Break this person who dared to hurt their young master into pieces!

Xiahou Feng felt that his internal organs were churning again, and a mouthful of blood spit out again, accompanied by some black blood clots, obviously, he suffered a lot of internal injuries!

Xiahou Feng raised his arm. He waved his hand weakly, and spit out the second mouthful of blood. He felt a lot better. He took the healing elixir handed over by the guard beside him and swallowed it in one gulp.

A stream of heat filled his entire body down his throat, and the serious injury was immediately relieved, and he finally let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Don't"

"Young Master!" The two young men who also had the strength of the Sword King level had extremely difficult faces. With red eyes, he said angrily: "I can't let this kid go"

At this time, Mo Yihan and Yi Lao, as well as several other old people that Jun Wuxian had never seen before, all walked over from the surroundings of the martial arts arena. Stand beside Jun Wuxie.

The intention is very obvious, that is, to protect this kid at all costs!

What is this? This is a national treasure! In the hearts of Mo Yihan and others, this young little marquis is even more precious than a national treasure!

The people who come to the mysterious place have huge backers behind them, with dazzling halos on their heads, and they are equipped with amazing peerless martial arts, and they are young, but their strength is so strong that they make people tremble. Who would dare to provoke such a person? Even if he is arrogant to death, and does not take anyone in his eyes, no one will dare to compete with them.

But in his heart, whether it is Mo Yihan, or Yi Lao, or these sword king-level martial artists who keep coming to Jun Wuxie's side, who will be happy in their hearts?

The more powerful the warrior and the genius of the warrior, the more sacred and inviolable the dignity is!

But what can you do if the other party's fist is bigger than your own, violates your dignity and tramples on your bottom limit?

If it weren't for the fact that this young Hou Ye in front of him was born, imagine what a huge blow this group of genius students in the entire senior academy would have suffered when this group of arrogant and mysterious people from the mysterious place withdrew?

Some people will rise up because of this, but many more will definitely collapse!

Therefore, this young marquis, even if he gives up his life, he must save it! Because only a person like him is the hope for the future of the whole country!

It deserves to be called a true legend!

At this time, Xiahou Feng used a little physical strength, and his arched body stood up a little straighter, but then a bone-chilling chill swept through his body!

He struggled to control his anger, humiliation, and powerlessness that was too great to resist.

In order to be able to destroy this young man in one fell swoop, he had already displayed all the strength of his Sword King Sanpin! He could even swear that this was the best time he had ever exerted his abilities since he was a child.

However, he was defeated!

Defeated so embarrassed, defeated so easily!

The other party's words: 'It only takes one move to kill you' was more like a sharp knife, stabbing into Xiahou Feng's seemingly proud, but actually fragile heart.

This kind of pain is far greater than that of the body, and it is countless times greater!

"Don't kill him!" Xiahou Feng broke free from the support of the two guards and slowly walked towards Jun Wuxie's side.

In the stands, the huge cheers suddenly became smaller, and people became nervous again, after all, the dozen or so people who followed the young man, all of them had bad faces, and they could feel the powerful momentum emanating from their bodies, as well as the anger that soared to the sky!

But fortunately, Jun Wuxie's side also gathered a lot of Sword King-level powerhouses. From time to time, some students in the stands exclaimed in surprise, because they recognized that among the old people gathered around Jun Wuxie, there were ancestors who had not shown up for many years. It seems that this battle is no longer just a matter of the face of these students and the freedom of the princess, and it is not even just a matter of the national face of the Qinglong Kingdom.

It has risen to that kind of unbalanced confrontation of power between the mundane and the mystical land!

The Mysterious Land, the Hidden Family, is all over every corner of the Heavenly Sword Continent, and almost everyone who has reached a certain level will have heard some rumors about them to a greater or lesser extent. But very few people know where the entrance to each mysterious place is, and some people who have inadvertently stepped into the mysterious place often have only one opinion there, and everyone there is powerful and terrifying!

But even if they are weak, they are also dignified, not to mention these secular sword king-level martial artists.

In the eyes of these sword king-level martial artists who rushed to hear the news, this young man has saved the dignity of all secular martial artists, and this battle is even equivalent to a silent cry to those mysterious places!

You are strong, but we are not weak!

Xiahou Feng looked at those secular sword king-level martial artists with nervous faces, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face, with mockery and self-deprecation.

Just before this battle, these secular sword king-level martial artists were not taken seriously by him at all, he was twenty years old, and he was already a martial artist of the third grade of the sword king, but these secular sword king-level martial artists, which one is not seventy or eighty, or even an old guy in his hundreds, occasionally met a young sword king-level martial artist who can be called a genius, that is also an old man in his fifties, that's it, it's all amazing!

Therefore, Xiahou Feng has always looked down on secular martial artists, and he thinks that he is qualified to look down on them!

Because in comparison, he is a real genius!

He slowly walked to Jun Wuxie's approach, the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, thinking that it was one thing, but it was another thing to admit his failure in front of this person.

"You're here to fulfill your promise?"

It's good to die, Jun Wuxian sprinkled a handful of salt on Xiahou Feng's wound again.

Xiahou Feng's originally pale face suddenly turned red, and two cold rays of light shot out of his eyes, and the Xiahou family guards who came with him, with Xiahou Feng's eyes, all exuded amazing momentum!

Mo Yihan and Yi Lao didn't say a word here, and the momentum of the Sword King Jiupin suddenly burst out!

This momentum is almost condensed into a solid body, overwhelming, as strong as the sea.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Xiahou Feng's chest rose and fell violently a few times, and then he waved his hand gently, and everyone behind him restrained their momentum indignantly.

Mo Yihan and the others here also breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew their momentum. After all, these people in front of them are too big to be guilty of death, so try to leave a few leeways.

But if the other party is too much, then even if you fight to the death, you have to fight with them!

Everyone is a sword king-level martial artist, when it comes to being afraid, who would really be afraid?

"I lost!"

Xiahou Feng's three words were not easy, originally he thought that admitting defeat in public would be a great embarrassment, even more uncomfortable than death.

But when these three words came out, he found that he was not as sad as he imagined, although there would still be a huge sense of humiliation.

Saying that, Xiahou Feng said slowly to the stands: "You are real geniuses, I was wrong, I am a fool!"

In the stands, there was no sound of ridicule, but it was very quiet.

In terms of strength, they are indeed unable to match this Xiahou Feng, so Xiahou Feng's apology, not only does it sound like there is no pleasure, but it makes them feel a huge grievance in their hearts.

Almost the vast majority of people secretly swore at this moment that they must practice hard!

One day, when you meet someone like Xiahou Feng again, you have to puff up your chest and say to them loudly: "I'm a genius!" (to be continued......