The power of the desolate sword was unstoppable, and several figures fell. Ding Xiaoyi punched several Sword Pavilion disciples with a strong fist, and he collected his sword and stood in the middle of the battle platform.

His anger was flying, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, and the faces of the disciples who had fallen to the ground changed, and a burst of blood was churning in their chests.

They looked at the angry young man, and the horror in his eyes was undisguised. The top 80 advance to the top 40, there are no rules.

Only by admitting defeat can they get off the field, and those figures did not admit defeat, so they are not considered to have lost. It's just because Ding Xiaoyi's strength has exceeded their expectations.

With a look of jealousy in their eyes, they looked at the ancient sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand that exuded a barren aura.

"Ye Heng, are these shrimp soldiers and crab generals also worthy?" Ding Xiaoyi raised the ancient sword in his hand and pointed at several figures that were knocked down by him, and then said to Ye Heng with disdain.

Regarding Ding Xiaoyi's easy bombardment of several disciples down, Ye Heng's face did not show any surprise, and the cold light in his eyes was flickering.

"Senior Brother Ding, as expected, he is the king of a hundred battles, and he defeated them within this move, but this time the promotion battle is not simply to defeat them, unless they take the initiative to admit defeat." The corners of Ye Heng's mouth lifted, revealing an evil smile.

And his words made everyone's hearts feel terrified, Ye Heng was planning to drag Ding Xiaoyi to death with all his might. Unless Ding Xiaoyi completely beats them down, it is the kind of beating that has no ability to resist.

Or maybe Ding Xiaoyi killed them all, so that they didn't have any ability to resist.

No matter which outcome it is, it will not be of any benefit to Ding Xiaoyi. Although there is no explicit rule that you can kill your fellow disciples in the Sword Debate Competition, there has never been a case of mutilating your opponent until now.

If Ding Xiaoyi had set this precedent, then he would have become the target of public criticism. And the road to his sword head will become even more difficult.

This was also one of Ye Heng's schemes, and he decided that it was impossible for Ding Xiaoyi to ignore the attitude of the top leaders of the Sword Pavilion. Thinking of this, the eyes of the seventy-nine players who remained on the sword platform lit up.

They secretly speculated about what Ding Xiaoyi would do next. Even Jian Wuchen frowned, Ye Heng's move can be said to be very clever.

"Hahahaha", after Ding Xiaoyi listened to Ye Heng's words, he raised his head and let out a burst of wild laughter. In his heart, any friendship is bullshit.

The hand that Ye Heng played was all left over from his play. Since Ye Heng wants to play with him, then Ye Heng should bear the end of playing with fire.

"Why is Senior Brother Ding laughing, did I say something wrong again, Senior Brother?" Ye Heng raised his warm smile and asked Ding Xiaoyi again.

"Ye Heng, you are playing conspiracy with me, you are still far behind, don't say that there are just a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals, even if you are more than forty disciples together, I don't care." Ding Xiaoyi's domineering gaze lifted and swept past Ye Heng and the others one by one.

After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's domineering words, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tighten again. Ding Xiaoyi is unmatched, he is like the Ling Tian God of War.

There was no hesitation or hesitation in his eyes, just like the unparalleled desolate sword in his hand.

The barren aura on the desolate sword spread out, and the heavens and the earth were overshadowed.

"Senior Brother Ding, are you sure you want to do this?" The cold glint in Ye Heng's eyes flashed, and he asked Ding Xiaoyi in a cold voice.

"You did the first year of junior high school, can't I do fifteen, there is a kind of you let them continue to come", Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the several players who were blown away by his punch and said.

After seeing Ding Xiaoyi's unscrupulous and domineering figure, the faces of the several defeated disciples changed slightly.

They were really afraid that Ding Xiaoyi would kill them in a fit of rage. There was no explicit rule in the Sword Contest that they could not kill their opponents, but they felt a fierce beast aura from Ding Xiaoyi's body like an ancient flood.

This beastly aura made their hearts furious, making them tremble. No one dared to step forward again, and the sword intent around Ding Xiaoyi's body swept up like a tide.

That sword intent was like the surging tide of the surging waves, which made people feel frightened at the center. No one wants to be this budding bird anymore, and they are really scared in their hearts.

"I have to admire your courage and eloquence, but do you think that your words alone can deter all your opponents? Senior Brother Ding, you are still too young. As soon as Ye Heng's words fell, several more majestic powerhouses walked out.

Their faces were cold and indifferent, and the cultivation momentum on their bodies rose again and again. Ding Xiaoyi sensed a dangerous aura from the bodies of these Sword Pavilion disciples.

He also felt a few traces of familiarity from the bodies of these Sword Pavilion disciples. Bloodiness and killing intent are mixed together, sword intent and bloodlust are mixed together, they are the symbol of the Death Scythe.

"Hiss......", after Jian Wuchen saw these figures, he gasped. He didn't expect that Ye Heng had found several sword slaves.

The sword slave is an open secret in the Sword Pavilion, and since it is a secret, it is not easy to show it. But Ye Heng directly brought them to the Sword Contest and hid them in his camp.

"Sure enough, it's them", Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but secretly muse. He naturally knew what the identities of these four figures were.

They have a very special title in the Sword Pavilion, and they are called Sword Slaves by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion. The sword slaves are dealing with some shady things for the Sword Pavilion, their identities are very hidden, and no one knows their true identities.

Every sword peak may have sword slaves, even the junior brothers of Ping Yes will not know their true identity.

The sword slave is usually inconspicuous, but as soon as there is a task, the value of the sword slave is reflected.

The Stormy Sword Moon was also once a member of the Sword Slaves, and they were chased and killed by the Sword Pavilion because they offended Ye Heng.

And the nature of chasing them is also the sword slave, they have no emotions of their own, only endless killing.

They are killing machines, and they only obey the orders of the Ye family of the Sword Pavilion. It should be said that it is under the orders of Yu Sword Pavilion to teach.

Ye Heng, as the great-grandson of the Sect Leader, is naturally loved by the Sect Leader, and Ye Heng can also mobilize the sword slave at will.

Others may not know the true identity of these four figures. But Ding Xiaoyi knew, and Jian Wuchen also knew.

The Sword Slave is a powerhouse who combines the exercises of the seven sword peaks of the Sword Pavilion, and they usually cultivate in one sword peak.

Once a quest appears, they disappear for a while. Some will return to the Sword Pavilion, while others will disappear.

The missing sword slave disappeared forever, as if he had never been to this world.

"Senior Brother Ding, I hope you will retreat in the face of difficulties, after all, Senior Brother, I don't want to see my fellow disciples kill themselves." Ye Heng's voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Ye Heng's words were naturally said to those disciples who didn't know the truth, and his words were also approved by many disciples.

Yu Linglong and the dozen or so female disciples behind her looked at the majestic figure of the four cultivators and slowly walked towards Ding Xiaoyi.

When they heard Ye Heng's words, they couldn't help but have a brilliant light in their beautiful eyes. They also have a good impression of this gentle and jade-like Senior Brother Ye.

Yu Linglong looked at it and felt that Ding Xiaoyi was the guy who escaped that night. Perhaps this was Ye Heng's real conspiracy, Jian Wuchen and Yun Lichuan glanced at each other, and a bitter smile appeared on their faces.

They had also guessed the identities of the four disciples with majestic sword intent. And how Ding Xiaoyi wants to break the game, a faint uneasiness also rises in their hearts.

"Ye Heng, this is your hole card", Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows and said to Ye Heng.

"What, does Senior Brother Ding have any ideas?" The cold glint in Ye Heng's eyes flickered, but he still had a smile as warm as jade on his face, his external image would indeed deceive many disciples.

"What I want to say is, in fact, you are too disappointing to me, these disciples are only a little bit stronger than the shrimp soldiers and crab generals." Ding Xiaoyi shook his head and replied to Ding Heng.

The sword intent around him condensed, and the sword intent that roared up was undisguised. He strode forward, and the power of the desolation in his body roared like a volcanic eruption.

"It's been a long time since I've used the old swordsmanship", Ding Xiaoyi looked at the four sword slaves and walked slowly with a strong sword intent.

They stood in four different positions of Ding Xiaoyi, locking all his retreats.

The four directions locked on Ding Xiaoyi, and they slowly pulled out the long sword in their hands, and the violent sword intent swayed.