The sun was blazing, and the blazing light was shining all over the sky.

Inside Qingyun Gate, on the No. 1 competition arena.

At the edge of the arena, a young man in Tsing Yi was panting heavily, holding a long sword in his hand, and the blood on the long sword was constantly spilling dripping, and then took a closer look, but it was the young man in Tsing Yi who cracked his mouth, and the blood was constantly flowing out of the wound, ignoring the wound on his hand, the young man in Tsing Yi stared at the black-clothed boy opposite and the white-clothed young man in the audience with wide eyes, there was a thick fear in his pupils, and he couldn't help scolding: "It's all monsters." ”

Opposite him, Ye Feng stood faintly with the dragon scale knife in his hand, slightly relieved, and there were a few more cracks in the black clothes on his body, and there were deep or shallow wounds under the cracks, and some of the wounds had even begun to form blood scabs.

It was already noon, and in the process, Xiang Ling Xiao had defeated two Pingdang Sect disciples again after winning against Yang Ming, and he had already had a lot of scars on his body when he was fighting against the fifth place, plus he was defeated because of his lack of fighting spirit. After that, Ye Feng came on the field in perfect peak condition, defeated four people one after another, and now he was facing the ninth person of the disciples of the Pingdang Sect.

It can be said that the disciples of the Pingdang Sect are not weak, each has its own uniqueness, but they are facing Xiang Ling Xiao and Ye Feng who can challenge beyond the ranks.

Ye Feng exhaled deeply, his expression was also slightly tired, after defeating four people in a row, the consumption of fighting energy in his body was also quite large, and he also had some more wounds, which also had a slight impact on the battle.

Looking at the shocked young man in Tsing Yi opposite, Ye Feng's eyes sharpened slightly.

"It's time to finish!"

The voice had not yet slowly dissipated in the arena, and Ye Feng's figure had already disappeared in place.

In the frightened eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi, the next moment appeared in front of him, the dragon scale knife in his hand was raised high, the sharp blade reflected the terrifying edge under the dazzling sun, the fighting spirit was running, and the fighting spirit was full of fighting energy, and in an instant, a faint golden light appeared on the blade, and with the continuous injection of Ye Feng's fighting energy, the dazzling golden light instantly lit up, wrapping the dragon scale knife in the golden light.

With a loud shout, the dragon scale knife in Ye Feng's hand was aimed at the head of the young man in Tsing Yi and slashed down.

The young man in Tsing Yi was suddenly startled, his pupils contracted violently, and he couldn't care about his right hand, which was still dripping blood, gritted his teeth, raised the long sword in his hand, and injected crazy fighting energy, and the long sword suddenly lit up with a rich blue light.

"Aqua Blue Sword!"

The young man in Tsing Yi swung out the long sword in his hand and aimed it at the dragon scale knife that was slashed head-on.

"Bang!"

Holding on for a moment, the golden light destroyed the aqua blue light, and the dragon scale knife slashed viciously on the long sword, with a small click, click, with a crisp sound, the long sword in the hand of the young man in Tsing Yi broke into two, and the golden light continued to cut down.

When the long sword in his hand was broken in two, the young man in Tsing Yi knew that something was wrong, and his body quickly retreated, Rao was like this, the strong fighting spirit still affected, and there were scars on his face, and then he stepped into the air, fell to the ground with a bang, and howled when he opened his teeth.

Ye Feng slowly retracted his knife, exhaled deeply, and said calmly: "Next." ”

The nine disciples were lightly put down by the two, and Han Wentuo's face on the huge platform could no longer be described as gloomy, it could be said that it was like a dark cloud, and the corners of his mouth twitched to look at all the disciples of the Pingdang Sect, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Yu Longxiang's expression was indifferent, he gently knocked on the armrest of the chair, and said with a slight joke: "Elder Han, it seems that the disciples of your sect are good!"

Looking at Ye Feng on the stage with a gloomy face, Han Wentuo's throat squirmed, and he barely pulled out a smile: "Master Yu, your sect is deeply hidden, such a strong disciple, the Pingdang Sect is not as good." ”

The disciples of the Pingdang Sect in the audience were lying there horizontally, all with more or less scars on their bodies, and as the ninth disciple was defeated and fell to the stage, the disciples of the Pingdang Sect who came this time were the last ones left.

Shifting his gaze to the last disciple of the Pingdang Sect, Ye Feng's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, the last disciple of the Pingdang Sect was a woman, and her appearance was quite beautiful, but to Ye Feng's surprise, this woman looked like she was about eighteen years old, but even Ye Feng couldn't figure out the depth of her cultivation.

Ye Feng couldn't help muttering, "Why are you still an outer disciple when you're so old?"

Although Ye Feng's voice was extremely subtle, it was still captured by the woman's keen hearing, and she suddenly raised her eyebrows and said loudly, "What did you say?"

Ye Feng was slightly stunned, and said that such a small voice was also heard by you?

Seeing the woman in Tsing Yi, Han Wentuo's gloomy face finally turned a little.

Yu Longxiang's eyes narrowed slightly: "Elder Han, I didn't expect that the outer disciples of the Pingdang Sect actually had the cultivation of a beginner-level martial spirit!"

Han Wentuo said gloomily: "The inner disciple has been unable to pass the assessment repeatedly, so he is still an outer disciple. ”

Now the woman in Tsing Yi is a lifesaver, once she fails, she will lose face, and the fact that the Pingdang Sect is still defeated by the two disciples of the Qingyun Sect with dozens of outer disciples will spread throughout the Wuyi Empire and become a laughing stock in everyone's mouths.

However, what made Han Wentuo breathe a sigh of relief was that the woman in Tsing Yi had the cultivation of a beginner martial spirit, and it should be no problem to win Ye Feng, although it was still disgraceful to win, it was better than being reduced to a laughing stock.

Yu Longxiang's eyes flashed, and his expression became slightly solemn.

At this time, the woman in Tsing Yi screamed, jumped up to the arena, looked at Ye Feng with anger on her face, and said with a gloomy face: "Bastard, do you dare to say that this girl is old? Believe it or not, this girl cut off your tongue and fed it to the dog?"

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, the cold light flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect this woman who looked quite beautiful to be so amazing, when a real person can't look good, put away the pity and cherish the jade, and said neatly: "Just say that you are old?"

The poisonous light in the eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi flashed, and instead of being angry, she laughed, and said softly: "You wait, this girl will definitely cut off your tongue and cut it into strands to feed the dogs." Although the voice was soft, what was said in it was chilling.

A sneer floated at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, his divine sense moved, he put the dragon scale knife into the storage ring, a pill bottle appeared in his palm, took out a pill, swallowed it, the pill melted in his mouth, the pure energy spread quickly, and the fighting energy in his body began to slowly recover.

Feeling the gradually filling of the fighting spirit in his body, Ye Feng smiled, his whole body twisted slightly, and his bones suddenly crackled like a crisp sound like popping beans, his whole body was comfortable, and his eyes looked at the woman in Tsing Yi defiantly.

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at Ye Feng's provocative smile, her face was gloomy, and the momentum of her whole body slowly increased, Martial artist, martial artist...... Middle-level martial artist, high-level martial artist, Cheng Dù who reached the high-level martial artist did not stop, and the momentum of the woman in Tsing Yi was still slowly improving.

Ye Feng's pupils contracted suddenly, and his expression became solemn, stronger than a high-level martial artist? Could it be a beginner-level martial spirit? Regardless of whether or not Cheng Dù had reached the first-level martial spirit, except for the seriously injured Blood God Jun, the woman in Tsing Yi was the strongest person Ye Feng had fought so far, so Ye Feng couldn't afford not to be careless.