Ye Yun looked at the painful expression that flashed on Yu Wenlong's face, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion for the strength of the Purple Frost Sword, no matter how strong Yu Wenlong's strength is, I can have a divine weapon in my hand.

"It's just in vain, such a divine soldier must be a peerless sword in the list of hundred soldiers, and it will be wasted in your hands. ”

Yu Wenlong's expression was normal, and he didn't care about Ye Yun's move, his mind moved slightly, and his hand was instantly replaced with a long sword with blue light flowing.

Zheng.

The sword roared like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and the cyan was sharp, covering the golden light of the scorching sun, directly making the disciples watching the battle unable to look directly, only several strong people above the realm of the sword king could barely squint at it, the cyan long sword was so powerful, and the momentum exuded by the purple frost sword was in a par with it.

"The name of this sword is Longquan, which comes from Longtan, the holy land of the dragon clan, and is also a divine soldier in the list of hundred soldiers. ”

Yu Wenlong held the dragon spring in his hand, raised his head and posed, domineering side leakage, arrogant to the sky, the momentum exuded by the whole body and the combination of the dragon spring, looking from a distance, it was like a god descending to earth, ignoring all beings, and being the only one.

Ahh......h

In the battlefield, two divine soldiers in the list of hundred soldiers appeared, making the disciples outside the field scream in surprise, even the three Sword Emperor powerhouses on the presiding stage also involuntarily pulled their mouths, except for the parties Ye Yun and Yu Wenlong, everyone around the battlefield sighed in their hearts at this moment, what kind of disciple battle is this, it is simply two local tyrants fighting for the bottom of their families.

Of course, everything can't just look at the external appearance, Yu Wenlong, as a descendant of the Penglai Sword Sect, how can he not have a few powerful talismans on his body, although Ye Yun is not as noble as Yu Wenlong, but he is also a closed disciple of Sword Monarch Jiang Yue.

Boom, boom, boom....

The battle was about to break out, Ye Yun held the purple frost sword in his hand, the long sword pointed out, the cyan sword qi was mixed with a trace of purple, and the three Sword Emperor powerhouses who were directly frightened by this scene suddenly stood up, this is worth it, only the sword qi of the Sword Saint powerhouse in the world is purple, and the disciples outside the field have already been shocked anymore, if they are surprised, it is estimated that they will not need to participate in the next disciple battle.

Because, a disciple who was not firm in mind and weak in bearing was already shocked by Yu Wenlong's next move and fell to the ground.

Roar.

The sound is like a giant dragon's roar but the sword roar is undoubted, this sound comes from the dragon spring in Wenlong's hand, and in an instant, the dragon-shaped sword qi around Wenlong is flying, like a group of dragons dancing wildly, arrogant and monstrous.

At this moment, there will be a battle between the two of them in the underworld, and the battle is in full swing, however, Ye Yun, who is a fifth-order sword spirit, is gradually falling behind, because Yu Wenlong's strength is indeed extremely strong, and he actually has an explosive power comparable to that of a junior sword king powerhouse, which makes Ye Yun, who has never used what the Penglai Sword Sect has learned, only have the power to parry.

Brush.

His eyes shot out two sword rays to force Wen Long back, Ye Yun roared sharply, and his whole body was sharp, although he used the Tai Chi sword technique in one hand to be superb, but if he didn't use what he learned from the Penglai Sword Sect, after a while, he would only end up with a sword soul if his skills were weak.

Just when Ye Yun had just used the Qingxia Sword Technique, Lu Teng, Wang Tong and Penglai disciples outside the field all showed dumbfounded expressions, at this time, even if they were unbelievable in their hearts and how frightened they felt, they had to believe their eyes.

Ye Yun is still alive, and he is quite alive, which can be seen from the Purple Frost Sword in Ye Yun's hand, there is no need to question it at all, and the identity of Ye Yun's Kunlun disciple makes them puzzled, one of the two people who once fell into the abyss, actually appeared in front of them so unexpectedly.

Especially Wang Tong, his eyes flashed with bursts of gloom and stared at Ye Yun, and he was extremely angry in his heart, this young man who had been forced into Qingxiamen by his own life and death, like an ant, actually killed Yu Sen's second son, which made him sympathetic to him, Ye Yun was a disciple he recruited after all, how could he not take some responsibility.

Wang Tong thought of this, gritted his teeth for a while, in order to calm the anger in Yu Sen's heart over the years, not counting the thousands of clansmen who had killed the ancient surname family before, there were already tens of thousands of Ye surnames who died in his hands Wang Tong, in order to slaughter those mortals like chickens and dogs, he Wang Tong didn't even have time to cultivate.

However, no matter how cranky the people outside the field were, the battle between Ye Yun and Yu Wenlong continued, at this moment, the battle between the two had been sublimated into a bloody battle of life and death, Ye Yun Qingxia swordsmanship, blood shadow flashing sword and other exercises were all used, and the other person, Yu Wenlong also used what he had learned all his life, the six veins sword qi, Qingping swordsmanship and many other exercises were endless.

Boom, boom, boom....

Brush, brush, brush....

The sword shadow is wet, the air flow is rolling, the sound of the sword is endless, Ye Yun in the battle is bold and strong, and the sword moves are extremely sharp, and he attacks Yu Wenlong's vital point every time, and Yu Wenlong seems to follow Yu Sen's temperament, and his shots are extremely tricky and ruthless, and he can't wait to make Ye Yun's body head different with a sword.

With the continuous fighting, Yu Wenlong's face gradually became hideous, he was a disciple of the Penglai Sword Sect on the first day, he wanted to have strength, he wanted to have an identity, and his background was even stronger, and he couldn't chop Ye Yun with a sword for a long time to avenge Yu Wenwei.

"Ahh ”

Yu Wenlong felt that he had wasted too much time, he was arrogant, when had he ever encountered such a deflated thing, at this moment, Yu Wenlong was furious, his eyes shot out of a fierce evil qi, he held the spiritual power in Longquan's body and poured it wildly, a sword swinged, and nine strong cyan sword qi roared towards Ye Yun with the sound of a dragon's groan, looking from a distance, such as Nine Dragons Gongyue is really powerful.

Rumble.

Even so, Ye Yun, who was arched by the Nine Dragons, was extremely miserable, his whole body was ragged, his black hair was scattered, his hand holding the sword trembled violently, and the two Yuan Swords of the Qi Sea and the Spirit Mansion in his body rotated slowly, and there was a tendency to stop rotating, Ye Yun was shocked, it was like a gear running at high speed being slammed by gravity, and there was a danger of stopping abruptly.

"Take your life. ”

With an old and vicious shout, I saw Wang Tong stepping on the sword in the air, killing Ye Yun like a teleportation, and in the blink of an eye, the speed of the Sword King powerhouse was really galloping, and the three Sword Emperor powerhouses on the stage were caught off guard, and Yu Wenlong was even more stunned.

Wang Tong still didn't suppress the anger in his heart, he didn't know Yu Wenlong's plan to personally kill Ye Yun, and when Wang Tong thought about it, he killed Ye Yun on the spot to win the Purple Frost Sword and dedicated it to Yu Tianqi, which was simply the only way to kill four birds with one stone in the world.

Not only can he destroy the scourge of Ye Yun with his own hands, so that his mood is smooth and comfortable, but he can also avenge Yu Sen's murder, and he can also use the Purple Frost Sword to curry favor with Yu Tianqi, and afterwards, with Yu Tianqi supporting himself, who will find trouble for Ye Yun, a nameless wild boy, even if Ye Yun is a disciple of Kunlun, could it be that the Kunlun Sword Sect will fight against the Penglai Sword Sect for a dead disciple.

Zheng.

With a sword roar, Wang Tong had already flown over the top of Wenlong's head to kill in front of Ye Yun, he swung out a sword, and several strong blue sword qi roared, like a torrent of turbulence, seeing this situation, Ye Yun and Yu Wenlong were anxious at the same time, Yu Wenlong really wanted to kick Wang Tong to death, he was full of helplessness, raised his sword and desperately killed Ye Yun, he wanted to finish Ye Yun before Wang Tong.

Ye Yun looked at it carefully, his heart was full of anger, this old immortal actually attacked himself at a critical moment, not to mention anything else, Wang Tong attacked and killed him with the strength of the Sword King realm, which had already proved that this person was despicable and shameless, and he was extremely vicious, Ye Yun didn't want to go in the past, and at this time he had the idea of slapping Wang Tong to death.

Airplanes.

With a trembling sound, the two Yuan Swords in Ye Yun's body were in danger of shattering, and they forcibly operated at a high speed, roaring wildly, two sword rays erupted from his eyes, and the cyan sword cover on his body was as strong as ink, this was the limit of what Ye Yun could do in the face of the Sword King powerhouse, he couldn't release the bee devouring swarm in front of many strong people in Hongwu City, even so, the million bee devouring swarm was not enough to stuff the teeth of the three Sword Emperor powerhouses on the stage.

"Stop. ”

Ye Chen always felt as if he had seen Ye Yun there, he roared, shook his hand casually, and eight yellow sword qi shot towards Wang Tong, although he knew that there was something wrong, but he couldn't stand by and watch, but even if Ye Chen stopped it, everyone outside the field had already seen that Ye Yun would definitely die, just kidding, the sword king's strong man's killing blow was followed by a sword of the ninth-order sword spirit Yu Wenlong, how could he resist a fifth-order sword spirit, unless he had a talisman against the sky.

At this time, the people around the battlefield were shocked by Wang Tong's actions, however, in the expressions of the three Sword Emperor powerhouses who were both angry and regretful, the next moment, a shocking change suddenly occurred in the battlefield.

Rumble.

As soon as the earth-shattering loud noise started, the entire Hongwu City trembled, half of the disciples around the battlefield fell to the ground, and the faces of the three Sword Emperor powerhouses showed a look of fear, such a scene, they dared to hesitate, and the yellow protective sword cover was released instantly.