Chapter 49: The Invisible Phantom

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword......

Because Ye Xiaochuan took the lead, every move was a flat stab without any fancy tricks, and every move was exactly the same, and in the blink of an eye, nearly ten swords were struck, forcing Hu Daoxin to have no backhand, almost forcing Hu Daoxin to the edge of the ring.

This flat stabbing sword seems to be decent, but in fact, this is the starting style of the Qiankun sword, the Qiankun sword is such a simple flat stab, and then compresses the energy with the power of the Yuan Shen, shooting out a sword qi as thin as smoke and dust, which is infinitely powerful.

Ye Xiaochuan has been cultivating a sword on the Siguo Cliff for a long time, not to be underestimated, just as Yun Qiyou analyzed before the war, if anyone underestimates Ye Xiaochuan, it will definitely be a big loss!

At this moment, Hu Daoxin was frightened and angry, and blocked Ye Xiaochuan's sword blade several times in a row, not only shaking his arm numb, his qi and blood rolling, but even the Spirit Burning Immortal Sword held tightly in his hand was buzzing and trembling, and he almost came out of his hand.

What surprised her the most was that after Ye Xiaochuan took the lead from the first move, he had to be unforgiving, and he didn't give her any chance to breathe and mobilize the true yuan in her body at all, and Ye Xiaochuan, a stinky boy, was more advanced than she expected before the war.

According to her prediction, Ye Xiaochuan was at most a cultivator in the early stage of Yukong, but his arm was numb and his blood was rolling, but Ye Xiaochuan didn't seem to feel it at all, a sword was as fast as a sword, and a sword was as strong as a sword.

Especially the strange cyan ancient sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand, I don't know what material it is refined, it is powerful and terrifying, every time it collides with his own spirit burn, the spirit burn is obviously inferior.

The more everyone in the audience looked, the more wrong it became, this didn't seem to be the scene they expected Ye Xiaochuan to be beaten violently, Ye Xiaochuan's attack had already made a lot of moves, and the speed of the move was extremely fast, at first, everyone thought that Hu Daoxin kept his promise and let Ye Xiaochuan make a few moves.

Up to now, even the young disciples with relatively low cultivation have seen that Hu Daoxin has not given in, but has been pressed and beaten by Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan's flat thorn without any fancy is simply a demon, a simple sword, Hu Daoxin can't be broken at all.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that all martial arts in the world can be broken, but only fast is not broken.

Ye Xiaochuan and Hu Daoxin fought but between breaths, Ye Xiaochuan had already attacked seven or eight swords, everyone only saw the sword light flickering, Hu Daoxin retreated, and had retreated to the edge of the ring, touching the defensive circle enchantment of the ring, exuding a halo like a water curtain.

Of course, Ye Xiaochuan couldn't defeat Hu Daoxin in the Yuan Shen realm with repeated flat stabs.

When Hu Daoxin's back was attached to the halo of the defensive magic array, she finally stopped, and the Spirit Burning Immortal Sword in her hand rose with a burst of fire, as if she was not hesitating to forcibly urge the true yuan.

Ye Xiaochuan was caught off guard, and when he saw a flame sweeping towards him, he was horrified in his heart, if he was swept on the head by the flames, wouldn't he immediately burn his black hair that he had maintained for more than ten years to ashes?

He used the invisible phantom footwork to quickly dodge this flame red mang, but at this time, Hu Daoxin had already seized the opportunity, his whole body was full of true yuan, his body flew up in the air, and he landed in the center of the ring again, and slashed at Ye Xiaochuan with a backhand.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't dare to take another half step back, rubbed his body up, and attacked Hu Daoxin frantically from all directions with the fast sword in his hand and the invisible phantom footwork.

Under the ring, everyone was stunned, only to see Ye Xiaochuan's figure in the ring erratic, flickering and invisible, one moment it was still in front of Hu Daoxin, and the next moment it appeared behind Hu Daoxin.

Hu Daoxin's cultivation was not low, and in the face of Ye Xiaochuan's stormy attack, she quickly resisted with a spirit burner.

At this moment, Hu Daoxin stood in the center of the ring, and the figure of Ye Xiaochuan around him appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the invisible phantom footwork was used by him to the limit, only to see the surrounding sword light flickering rapidly, and the sound of the intersection of the two swords was like a bag of soybeans sprinkled on the ground.

Within a few breaths, Ye Xiaochuan frantically attacked hundreds of swords, and the sound of the two swords colliding against each other was like the crackling sound of firecrackers.

Everyone was stunned, and many of them opened their mouths wide and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

If it is said that Ye Xiaochuan stabbed Hu Daoxin with seven or eight swords just now and forced her to the edge of the ring, it was Hu Daoxin who had the heart to give in, then at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's crazy fast sword with the combination of mysterious footwork will definitely not be fake.

Everyone, there is only one voice in their minds at the moment: "How did this big rat become so powerful?"

The more Ye Xiaochuan fights, the more he moves, he can easily dodge Hu Daoxin's counterattack by casting an invisible phantom, he is already invincible, and then there is no discipline when he comes out of the sword, it is completely a left slash and a right stab.

Because he is rich in true yuan, the strength of each sword is very strong, and the bladeless divine sword with mysterious origin in his hand is much more clever than Lingzhuo, in the battle, Ye Xiaochuan completely took the initiative, as for Hu Daoxin, who has always been known for his strength, he is completely on the defensive at this moment.

Hu Daoxin is more and more depressed, Ye Xiaochuan is really a loach little slippery head, his own fire magic weapon can only be played at a long distance, but Ye Xiaochuan seems to see this clearly, and does not give himself any chance to open the distance to urge the Eight Styles of the Divine Sword or the Qiankun One Sword.

If there is a big difference between the two cultivations, Hu Daoxin can also rely on his own cultivation to shock Ye Xiaochuan like Yun Qiyou crushing Xiao Wu.

Unexpectedly, this Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation is so high, it is beyond his imagination, as if not only is he not under his own cultivation, but he seems to be faintly higher than himself.

Especially the clumsy cyan strange sword, it was so powerful that even his own fire-based immortal sword spirit burn was pressed and couldn't raise his head.

The most odious thing is that Ye Xiaochuan relies on a fast and mysterious body technique, and there is no discipline at all when he comes out of the sword, it is completely a sword split in the east, a sword in the west, a sword stabbed in the left, and a sword swept in the right, which is completely different from the melee swordsmanship of Cangyunmen that he is proficient in, and he can't find the laws and flaws of Ye Xiaochuan's swordsmanship at all, and he is tired of defending, and gradually he is a little overwhelmed and overstretched.

In the ring, the sword flashed.

Under the ring, dumbfounded.

Outside the main hall, there was silence.

The drunken Taoist looked at his apprentice in disbelief, he hadn't seen him for three months, and the young man who showed his might in the ring was really his own stubborn disciple who had no skin and no face, was greedy for money and lustful, and petty theft?

After a while, the head of the jade machine sitting on the chair behind him suddenly spoke: "Which two disciples are competing in the Xunwei ring?"

Master Jingxuan was too cold and said, "It's my disciple Hu Daoxin, and my disciple Ye Xiaochuan, Senior Brother Drunk." ”

Yu Jizi looked pensive and said, "Ye Xiaochuan, oh, I remember, the baby that Senior Brother Drunk brought back from the bottom of the mountain fifteen years ago. ”

The drunken Taoist turned around, nodded, and said, "Yes, senior brother." ”

Yu Jizi said with a smile: "Senior brother has not paid much attention to him in the past ten years, he has such cultivation attainments at such an age, it seems that he has obtained the true inheritance of junior brother." ”