Two days later, it was another battle day, Ying Feiyang came to the ring early Xuanwu Tai, waiting for the opponent Xing Fei this time, the audience was crowded, and there were many discussions, since the first two wars, Ying Feiyang's name has been known to everyone, and the odds in the hall have jumped to the third place, and the popularity of winning the championship is only under Ren Jiuxiao and Xie Lingyan.

Ying Feiyang waited for the arrival of his opponent Xing Fei for a long time, but Xing Fei still hadn't arrived, and when Ying Feiyang was impatient, he listened to the referee's disciple: "Xing Fei has not arrived in time, Ying Feiyang wins." The crowd, who had planned to watch a good show, booed in unison and dispersed.

It turned out that Xing Fei's battle the day before yesterday was only a miserable victory, with huge losses, and it was difficult to fight again, besides, his opponent was Ying Feiyang, referring to Ying Feiyang's first two battles, and then thinking about the gap between him and Ying Feiyang, the loss was certain, and nine out of nine would think that Qin Meisheng would lose as ugly as Luo Zhonghao. Xing Fei has been extremely lucky to enter the top eight, and his results have exceeded his original expectations, so why bother to humiliate himself again.

Xuanwu Tai's good show was not seen, but there were loud cheers from the direction of Qinglong Terrace, and everyone in the audience looked sideways at Qinglong Terrace, but the crowd was surging and they couldn't see clearly, but Ying Feiyang stood on the high ring and had a wide field of vision, and he could see clearly and clearly.

On the Qinglong platform, a handsome figure rose into the air, although he couldn't see the shape clearly, but he could still feel the arrogance of that person from a long distance, who was it not Ren Jiuxiao?

But seeing Ren Jiuxiao's clear roar, the blue light of the sword in his hand skyrocketed, and he shot out a breath like a match from the sword, and attacked his opponent with a sharp roar, the opponent took the move with a horizontal sword, but it was difficult to defeat its might, his feet were unstable, and he was knocked out of the ring alive, this is-

"Sword Qi out of the body?!!" for a while, these four words came one after another, coming out of the mouths of the people, all of them were shocked and suspicious, the sword qi was out of the body, it seemed that there were only four words, but I don't know how many people had been stumped, there was a default rule in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, if you are over thirty years old, and you still can't reach the realm of sword qi out of the body, you will be sent to the Taoist temple outside the sect, and most of the masters of the disciples outside the sect are from this background. From this point of view, there are not a few people who are still unable to use sword qi at the age of thirty.

In fact, those who can use sword qi before the age of twenty are already extraordinary, and Ren Jiuxiao is only sixteen years old and already has this strength, reaching a state where some people can't reach it in their lifetime, how can it not be enviable.

The admiration did not stop, Ren Jiuxiao made another amazing move, his body was stranded in the air, the sword light swayed, and it was actually a volley that sent out a more magnificent sword qi, the sword qi roared, like a long river through the sky, it pierced the sky, flying over the heads of the disciples, and where the sword qi was going, it was-

"Can't wait to show off?" Ying Feiyang stared at the sword qi that shot out, and the brilliant sword light reflected his eyes brightly, "Then, at your invitation, I will return this sword to you!" Ying Feiyang slapped the scabbard behind his back, accompanied by a bang, the sword made a dragon groan, and rushed straight to the bull fight, Ying Feiyang also jumped up, took the sword in the air, and the brilliance bloomed in his palm, turning into a fierce sword qi, and the white rainbow went straight through.

Everyone held their necks high, looking at the Xuanwu Platform in the direction of Ren Jiuxiao's sword qi, the look of surprise in their eyes had not diminished slightly, and suddenly saw a figure rising from the Xuanwu platform, and the sword in his hand actually swung out a sharp sword qi, and the two sword qi built a bridge over the crowd, and then there was a light sound, and the sword qi collided, turning into a sharp wind and scattering.

The two opposing figures also fell, and the people who were watching came back to their senses, "Ying Feiyang!", these three words came up and down one after another, and were recited by everyone again, but everyone stared at Ying Feiyang's eyes in addition to the original surprise and envy, but also had an extra layer of jealousy.

Just saw Ren Jiuxiao's sword qi, although everyone was surprised at first, but after calming down, they gave birth to a sense of course, Ling Xiao Kendo has been established for hundreds of years, and talents have emerged in an endless stream, each leading generation is coquettish, such as Ren Jiuxiao's age to reach this realm, it is by no means unprecedented and not necessarily the last, if you think about it the other way, Ren Jiuxiao is the head of the family and the beloved disciple, talented, faintly the first person in this generation of disciples, if there is no such cultivation, it makes people feel that this generation of disciples is rare.

But Ying Feiyang is different, but he is just a little-known disciple of the outer sect, but in just a few days, he shines like a meteor in the sky, and his reputation rises, and now he has shown the strength to be able to compete with Ren Jiuxiao, which is really unacceptable, and everyone can't help but secretly say in their hearts: "This kid must have taken some shit luck to practice swordsmanship to this extent!"

"Ren Jiuxiao, what did you just do?" The judging disciple waited for Ren Jiuxiao to fall back on the stage, only to wake up like a dream, and realized that Ren Jiuxiao's sudden attack on other rings was a violation, and he reprimanded him as an afterthought, Ren Jiuxiao said nonchalantly: "What did I do, can't you see it?"

"Attacking other players, you're breaking the rules!"

"He and I are both over and are not contestants. Ren Jiuxiao said disdainfully: "Besides, this sword can be regarded as an attack, it's just a battle book!" After saying that, he put the sword back into its sheath and flew away from the top of everyone's heads, leaving only the referee disciple on the stage with a blue and red face.

"Pretend!" Ying Feiyang compared his little finger in the direction where Ren Jiuxiao disappeared, and scolded him secretly, in fact, the two of them had just reached the realm of sword qi leaving the body, with the cultivation of the two of them at this time, the sword qi was only powerful within ten meters, the two Qinglong Xuanwu were separated by more than 100 meters, and the sword qi was already tangible and powerless after traveling through 100 meters.

Therefore, Ren Jiuxiao's sword is not an attack, but a demonstration and provocation, and he is also a donkey temperament, and he can't withstand the provocation of others.

"Hey, what do I have to do with him" Fang Cai's temperament came up and didn't care about it, and now Ying Feiyang began to regret it again, "That's it, let's go watch other people's games." "Without the hole cards, Ying Feiyang always feels that there is a lack of confidence, the remaining two rings will determine the last two top four candidates, although the result is still unknown, but can be outstanding among the many disciples into the top four, by no means mediocre hands, no hole cards, you should know yourself and know your opponent.

Ignoring the pointing and pointing of the people around him, Ying Feiyang walked straight to Baihutai, the opponent was Ming Ye and a dashing and handsome disciple, this disciple is called Ji Zhen, is the disciple of Xie Lingyan's father Xie Kangle, and Ren Jiuxiao, is the leader among the young disciples, although the swordsmanship is slightly inferior to Ren Jiuxiao, the popularity is a hundred times stronger than him, in the handicap, is the fifth favorite to win the championship, and now the disciples are cheering for him, but it seems that Ming Ye is fighting alone.

Ying Feiyang looked at her, and saw a familiar figure from the crowd of people who raised her arms and shouted, Ying Feiyang approached, tugged on her sleeve and said: "Anyway, they are all from outer disciples, and if you can get the sword of Taiyin, he will have to help, as for turning your elbow outward?"

Miao Miao turned her head, her big black and shining eyes swept towards Ying Feiyang, and then turned back to the ring, as if she was reluctant to leave for a moment. "You care about me, who made Ming Ye not as handsome as Senior Brother Ji?"

Ying Feiyang looked at the stage, that Ji Kangsheng's lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were like meteors, he was unusually handsome, he was tall and tall, and his body was slender.

"Snort, superficial!" Ying Feiyang sneered, but Miao Miao didn't seem to hear it, clenching her fists and blushing her little face, her eyes flashing with stars. Ying Feiyang was bored with himself, and he also moved his eyes to the ring.

The sword in Ji Kang's hand is indulgent and chic and happy, it is the "famous sword and romantic decision", the sword and the person complement each other, and the person is more handsome and free, as if the celebrities of the Wei and Jin dynasties, the flying immortals in the sky.

Ji Kangren's sword is the same, the fit is perfect, the sword light is swaying, Ming Ye is already clumsy, all falling into the wind, under the sword, the flames around him, are like a weak fire snake, curled up in fear, but in the end it was still a "hiss!" wail, dissipating into nothingness.

Seeing that the foundation and swordsmanship were all better than Ji Zhen, Miao Miao's eyes lit up, and she waved her fist and shouted: "Ming Ye is going to be defeated, Senior Brother Ji will work hard and knock him off the stage." But Wen Ying Feiyang snorted coldly, and said sourly: "Not necessarily." ”

The development of the battle situation is really as Ying Feiyang said, although Ming Ye is embarrassed, he always avoids heavy blows at the last moment, and the sword blade slashes, at most bringing out a light mark, cutting half of his clothes, and he has held each other for half an hour, but he still has not seen victory or defeat. At this time, the disciples in the audience were already impatient, and they booed loudly, anyone could see that there was a big gap between Ming Ye and Ji Zhen, if they cherished face, they should have given up the sword and admitted defeat a long time ago, after all, it is rare for the outer disciples to come to this point, but this Ming Ye is going to stalk and humiliate himself.

"Whew. Again, there was another gap in Ming Ye's robe, and at this time his clothes were ragged, and he was really with the beggar, "Hurry up and admit defeat, don't fight to the death!" "Get off the stage, I'll be ashamed of you if you don't feel ashamed!" The malicious coaxing roared, but Ming Ye's eyes were cold as usual, and there was no trace of shame and anger, but Ji Zhen's swordsmanship had changed.

The disciples who watched the excitement below were bored, and Ji Yan was impatient to naturally surpass others, and every move felt that he could end the battle, but every move was avoided by the opponent, and over time, a nameless fire was born. It is necessary to know that the sword intent of "famous sword and merry decision" is all in the word "merry", if you talk and laugh lightly, you can see the true nature of the merry, and how can you chase a defeated dog and have half a merry meaning.

Ji Yan's sword moves also changed as he wished, and the sword moves retreated a little with a sense of calm and leisure, adding a bit of anger, and at the moment when the sword intent changed, "It's time!" Ying Feiyang whispered in the audience.

As if to confirm Ying Feiyang's words, at the same time as Ying Feiyang spoke, Ming Ye moved!