Brush, brush, brush....

Zhu Heng's blood and qi were tumbling all over his body, and the blood-colored sword qi was pointed at by the long sword, filling the entire battlefield, shocking the surrounding disciples who were watching the battle, however, Zhu Heng's fierce offensive did not directly defeat Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's body shape was like a ghost around Zhu Heng, and his handprints were even more endless, and the long sword shuttling through the battlefield was like teleporting because of its speed, and every time he stabbed at Zhu Heng, it was a blink of an eye, which also made Zhu Heng distracted every time he wielded the blood-colored sword qi.

Outside the field, Ye Yun quietly watched the two of them show their might, Zhu Heng suppressed people with his strength, Lin Yan used his skills to stand up, and he was fighting equally, but Ye Yun knew very well in his heart that Lin Yan's erratic figure would be overwhelmed by more than a thousand blood-colored sword qi if he was a little sluggish, and Zhu Heng's offensive seemed to have the upper hand, but if his reaction was slightly sluggish, he would be pierced through his body by Lin Yan's lightning-fast long sword.

"It seems that the stronger the power, the more dangerous it is for the two sides to fight. Ye Yun looked at the field and muttered to himself.

On the presiding stage, the three Sword Emperor powerhouses also looked solemn, although the three of them had expected it, but the strength of the two disciples in the field was still beyond their imagination, and at this time, the tragic fight in the field made them even more stunned.

Burst.

Several different muffled snorts sounded in the field, Lin Yan seemed to have insufficient spiritual power, his body was slightly slower and was directly blasted away by nearly a hundred blood-colored sword qi, rolling on the ground several times in a row, Lin Yan barely got up, his whole body was in tatters and covered in blood.

"Lin Yan is defeated. ”

"Lin Yan is defeated. ”

The disciples of the Penglai Sword Sect who were watching the battle cheered wildly when they saw this situation, however, looking at Ye Yun in the field, hearing the cheers in their ears, their brows tightened, because Lin Yan did not show a defeated and frustrated expression, the mysterious smile on his face was still so confident.

Rumble.

A piercing loud noise and a heart-rending howl pulled everyone's nerves, only to see that the so-called victor in the field, Zhu Heng's face was extremely distorted, his left leg was pierced by a long sword, and it was nailed to the ground deeply, and the miserable howl came from Zhu Heng's mouth.

"You.... Zhu Heng's facial muscles were deformed, and the expression of unwillingness in his heart was very strong, he stared at Lin Yan who was standing in front of him, pointed at the other party and roared: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I've been saving the spirit grass for twenty years to get to today, and it's buried in your hands.... ”

"Becoming a king and defeating a coward, this is the consistent style of our Shushan Sword Sect. Lin Yan flipped his wrist and put on a brand new piece of clothing on his body, his eyes were slightly dilated, he looked at Zhu Heng, and said, "The three major sword sects have their own strengths, and if you lose, you lose." ”

"Shushan Sword Sect, Lin Yansheng. The three Sword Emperor powerhouses glanced at each other and announced the results of the battle.

Zhu Heng was helped out of the battlefield by the two Penglai disciples, Ye Yun looked at the back in the distance with a complicated expression, looked up at the golden sun, and found that it was not yet noon, Ye Yun looked at another battle.

By sunset, the thirty battles on the battlefield in the west of the city had come to an end, and when Ye Yunmu sent a failed Shushan disciple to leave, it was finally his turn to play.

"Kunlun Sword Sect Ye Yun against Shushan Sword Sect Nangong Li. ”

Li Hao just sat down after announcing it, Liu Lie on the stage stared at Ye Yun who had entered the battlefield, the more he looked at it, the more he wondered, after a while, Liu Lie's forehead tightened, and he muttered: "It should be someone with the same name." ”

"Kunlun Sword Sect Ye Yun, please advise. ”

Ye Yun walked into the middle of the field, looked at a young disciple opposite, and said with his hands slightly folded.

"Shushan Sword Sect, Nangong Li. ”

The young disciple returned the salute and reported his name, he was not tall, his eyebrows were like the moon, his skin was fair, and he looked fresh.

"Ye Yun. ”

"It turned out to be Ye Yun. ”

"How is it possible, it must be someone with the same name.... ”

Before the two of them could fight, there was a boiling noise outside the field, Nangong Li turned his head and glanced at the outside, stared at Ye Yun with an unkind expression, and said, "You seem to be very famous?"

Hearing Nangong Li's sarcastic words, Ye Yun looked around at the few Penglai disciples outside the field who were in turmoil, unmoved, and directly ignored the noise, but at this moment Ye Yun didn't know that it was because of Yu Wenwei's death that the entire Penglai Sword Sect knew Ye Yun's name, but there were very few Penglai Sword Sect disciples who had really seen him.

"It must be a person with the same name, and you brothers can watch the battle with peace of mind. ”

Zhu Heng, who had dealt with his leg injury outside the court, looked at Ye Yun from a distance for a moment, and then said to the surrounding Penglai disciples.

Hearing Zhu Heng's words, dozens of Penglai disciples gradually calmed down, but they knew that Zhu Heng and Ye Yun were once Qingxiamen disciples, since even Zhu Heng denied it, what else did they have to say, plus the battle between Ye Yun and Nangong Li was about to start, and the Penglai disciples had no time to think about it.

Ye Yun heard the words coming into his ears, shook his head slightly, and focused his attention on the next battle, he didn't want to be pierced by a difficult Shushan disciple, or nailed to the ground by a long sword.

Sou.

Nangong pinched his handprint, and the long sword behind his back instantly hung above his head, he looked at Ye Yun with his bare hands, and launched an offensive first.

At the same moment, just when Ye Yun and Nangong were leaving the battle, Zhu Heng glanced at Ye Yun from afar with cold eyes, and turned away, others don't know Ye Yun, he Zhu Heng won't not know, the so-called people don't kill the heavens and the earth for themselves.

Zhu Heng, who has experienced in Shura Island, has already become mercenary, brutal and bloody, unscrupulous, in the face of cruel places such as Shura Island, what kind of things Zhu Heng has experienced that made his personality change greatly, I am afraid only Zhu Heng himself knows.

Zheng.

Looking at the long sword that flew in the air, Ye Yun's mind moved slightly, and a silver sword appeared in his hand, Nangong Li's long sword controlled by a strange handprint was extremely secretive, Ye Yun didn't dare to relax in the slightest, Zhu Heng's failure was a lesson for him.

"I see how powerful you are as a famous person. ”

Nangong was not idle from his mouth, and while satirizing Ye Yun, his handprints changed rapidly.

Bell, bell, bell.......

In a series of fencing sounds, Ye Yun stood on the spot and braked quietly, the silver sword in his hand changed because of the long sword that stabbed at him, and it was extremely easy to block all the attacks of Nangong Li, Nangong Li saw this, looked at Ye Yun's eyes with a trace of solemnity, and couldn't help but withdraw the long sword and hover above his head, and shouted at Ye Yun: "What kind of swordsmanship are you, it is so powerful, it seems to be specifically to restrain the sword technique of my Shushan Sword Sect to resist the wind." ”

"The essence of Tai Chi swordsmanship is KitKat and fickleness, how can you not restrain your Wind Resisting Sword Technique. Although Nangong Li in front of him did not leave a moral attitude, Ye Yun felt that most of the Shushan disciples were still polite, so Ye Yun hoped that Nangong Li would retreat despite the difficulties.

Nangong Li snorted coldly, glared at Ye Yun angrily, and shouted: "You thief is a cunning person at first glance, and the swordsmanship you use is so treacherous. ”

"Noise. Ye Yun's eyes looked at Nangong Li coldly, and shouted: "I have heard it a long time ago, the disciples of Shushan are extremely difficult, and today I saw that it was not true. ”

"Being able to defeat under the Star Sword Gate's Star Sword Technique and Seven Star Sword Technique can also be regarded as your creation. ”

After Nangong Li finished speaking, his wrist flipped, and a short sword appeared in his palm, and the positions of the short sword and the long sword above his head were reversed, Nangong Li held the long sword in his left hand, and pinched the short sword on his head with his right hand, and attacked Ye Yun.

Seeing this, Ye Yun's eyes shrank slightly, after the battle between Lin Yan and Zhu Heng ended, the strength of Zhu Heng's ninth-order sword spirit was undoubtedly revealed, and the strength of Lin Yan's sword spirit realm was not completely revealed from beginning to end, what rank of sword spirit was Lin Yan, this was the question in the hearts of all the disciples watching the battle, which also made Ye Yun dare not despise Nangong in front of him.

In the field, Nangong Li jumped up and hit Ye Yun in the air, his body moved like a light wind, he landed like a mountain, and a sword came, and Nangong Li's short sword above his head had long since disappeared, floating in the corner of the battlefield waiting for an opportunity, at this moment, Ye Yun could not be allowed to hesitate at all.

Outside the battlefield, all the disciples watching the battle were not optimistic about Ye Yun, the disciples of Shushan were already mysterious and abnormal, at this moment Ye Yun had been close to Nangong Li, and with Nangong Li's short sword of using the Seven Star Sword Technique to control zhì, Ye Yun was even more vulnerable to the enemy on both sides.

Ye Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and two silver sword rays shot towards Nangong Li in an instant, at such a close distance, Nangong Li only had time to release the sword cover, and was blown out by the sword rays, the funny thing is that Nangong Li was on the way to fly upside down, and the smile of victory on his face seemed to be solidified, and he was alive with the face of a Miller sculpture.

"Kunlun Sword Sect, Ye Yunsheng. ”

The victory was so abrupt, in the exclamation of the surrounding disciples watching the battle, Ye Yun glanced at Nangong Li, who fell to the ground, walked out of the battlefield, and walked towards the residence in the south of the city.