Just when all the disciples had not yet recovered from their sluggishness.

A figure holding a giant sword suddenly appeared in front of Mo Zijun with a torrent-like sword light.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Mo Zijun still raised his hand to resist, Ye Xiaobai deliberately shouted.

Mo Zijun trembled, released his gaze, and looked at Ye Xiaobai, who was standing in front of him at some point, and the fear in his eyes instantly turned into surprise.

"Look at my big sword!"

As Mo Zijun's eyes widened, the giant sword in Ye Xiaobai's hand roared.

Bang!!!

With a loud bang, Mo Zijun's body rose from the ground, drew a parabola over the competition platform, and slammed it on the edge of the competition platform!

The sword qi dissipated, Mo Zijun's natal flying sword fell to the ground, and a loud sound came from behind Ye Xiaobai.

With this roar, the onlookers on the five peaks turned around.

"Good, so strong, too strong. ”

"He.... He.... How could it be ......"

"Sword qi! It's sword qi, this Ye Xiaobai is really a sword cultivator!"

"How is it possible, how is it possible! How can there be such a grand sword qi, it must be, it must be some magic weapon!"

......

Not to mention these Star Picking Sect disciples who had never seen Ye Xiaobai use his sword qi, even Chen Hai and Ma Chao were all shocked.

Compared to the last time he killed that bald evil cultivator, Ye Xiaobai's sword qi was much stronger.

That incomparable edge, even from such a distance, they can clearly feel one or two.

Shocked, the two slowly exhaled.

During this time, the two of them cultivated desperately, and originally thought that the distance between them and Ye Xiaobai would be shortened, but today's scene once again deeply shocked them.

The distance between them and Ye Xiaobai was not narrowed, but it was getting farther and farther away - Ye Xiaobai was walking too fast!

In the center, Qi Yiyang and Wei Tianjun clenched their fists tightly. Looking at Ye Xiaobai on the competition platform, in addition to shock, there was a trace of dazedness and powerlessness in his eyes.

It turned out that the guy who fought with the two of them before didn't use all his strength at all......

......

On the stage.

Ye Xiaobai held the giant sword on his shoulder, and walked towards Mo Zijun, who was struggling in the distance, with easy steps.

The disciples on the four peaks all stared at Ye Xiaobai's figure tightly.

In a trance, the thin figure seemed to suddenly become taller, and those disciples who had mocked and despised Ye Xiaobai before did not have the slightest contempt in their hearts.

"Now you don't want to be able to kill me. ”

Looking at Mo Zijun in front of him, with blood at the corners of his mouth, and an embarrassed look, Ye Xiaobai chuckled.

Looking at Ye Xiaobai, Mo Zijun's eyes were full of anger and fear, and in the face of Ye Xiaobai's ridicule, he clenched his teeth tightly.

Suddenly, Mo Zijun's eyes sank, the fingers hidden behind him hooked, and the flying sword that fell in the distance behind Ye Xiaobai suddenly rose up, turned into a cyan streamer, and came straight into Ye Xiaobai's back.

This sudden scene instantly made the scalp of the disciples of the Star Picking Sect on the four peaks explode, their expressions distorted, and they opened their mouths to remind Ye Xiaobai.

But the speed of the natal flying sword was too fast, and the incident happened suddenly, and when they came back to their senses, the flying sword was only a few meters away from Ye Xiaobai, and there was still time there.

Mo Zijun's originally embarrassed face suddenly showed a hideous look, staring at Ye Xiaobai's eyes full of madness.

Just at the last moment, Ye Xiaobai chuckled, and the giant sword on his shoulder fell behind him.

With a crisp sound of the bell, the falling giant sword was impartial, just blocking the flying sword attacking behind him, and before the flying sword landed, Ye Xiaobai turned around and reached out and directly held the flying sword behind him in his hand.

"I'll give you a chance, I'll amuse you. When I played this set, you kid was still playing with mud!"

Looking at Mo Zijun, Ye Xiaobai had a joke in his eyes.

Mo Zijun's expression changed greatly, and he looked at Ye Xiaobai with deep fear in his eyes.

"You.... You ......"

Lifting the giant sword, Ye Xiaobai swung his sword at Mo Zijun, who kept "you, you, you". With a bang, Mo Zijun was directly slapped away.

Mo Zijun struggled to get up again, looking at Ye Xiaobai who was walking towards him with his sword, with fear in his eyes, his feet trembling and moving backwards.

Facing Ye Xiaobai, Mo Zijun shouted with a fierce look: "Boy.... I'm going to kill you.... I, Mo Zijun, will definitely kill you. ”

Mo Zijun urged the sword technique, but his natal flying sword was held in Ye Xiaobai's hand, but he kept buzzing and trembling, but he couldn't break free from Ye Xiaobai's palm.

"Kill me?"

Ye Xiaobai stepped forward violently, and swung his sword at Mo Zijun again, and with a bang, Mo Zijun was slapped away again and fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn, master, I have shown mercy to my subordinates several times, you bastard still want to kill me!"

Ye Xiaobai looked annoyed, put away the double swords in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Mo Zijun lying on the ground with a fierce face.

"Don't say I'm bullying you, now you Grandpa Bai and I don't need any weapons, get up if you have a seed!"

Seeing that his natal flying sword was taken away, Mo Zijun, who was embarrassed, was shocked, and instantly remembered what happened to the people in front of him.

This kid is a bandit!

Anxious in his heart, Mo Zijun hurriedly struggled to get up, raised his hand and pointed at Ye Xiaobai, and was ready to scold.

"Okay, count on you!"

Without waiting for Mo Zijun to speak, Ye Xiaobai interrupted his words, instantly rushed forward, and punched Mo Zijun.

The words in Mo Zijun's mouth were punched back in the stomach by Ye Xiaobai, and before he had time to react, he raised his finger and pointed at Ye Xiaobai, ready to speak again.

The natal flying sword is not easy to refine, if it is really snatched by Ye Xiaobai, the material Mo Zijun may not be distressed, the key is to re-refine a natal flying sword, and it will take him at least a year of effort.

One year was enough for those disciples who were lagging behind with him to surpass.

Mo Zijun is now gone to kill Ye Xiaobaixin, and he is anxious in his heart!

Seeing Mo Zijun raise his hand, Ye Xiaobai hurriedly preemptively said: "Good boy, I don't see that you really have a bit of backbone, in order to show respect, I, Ye Xiaobai, will not keep my hand!"

After speaking, in Mo Zijun's surprised expression, Ye Xiaobai rushed forward, and another heavy punch hit him directly in the face.

The words in his mouth were beaten back to his stomach again.

Anxious, aggrieved. Mo Zijun held back a wave of anger in his heart, stabilized his body, raised his hand again at Ye Xiaobai, and opened his mouth to speak.

Ye Xiaobai hurriedly interrupted and shouted: "Good boy, you actually want to face me Ye Xiaobai, I will fulfill you!"

After speaking, Ye Xiaobai couldn't wait to rush forward, in Mo Zijun's complicated eyes.

Ye Xiaobai, this guy, actually grabbed Mo Zijun's raised hand with one hand, forcibly let Mo Zijun spread out his palm, and printed it directly with his own hand.

The disciples on the four peaks are all inexplicable, I don't know what the hell Ye Xiaobai is doing, then Mo Zijun obviously has no strength to fight again.

Sympathy between opponents?

Just when Mo Zijun was also dazed and at a loss, Ye Xiaobai shouted fiercely.

"Look at the palm!"

At the moment when Mo Zijun flew out upside down, his gaze inadvertently glanced at his palm, the palm that had just been separated from Ye Xiaobai, and the five fingers were actually empty!

With a buzz in his mind, Mo Zijun only felt that his scalp was standing up - storage ring!

Falling heavily on the ground, Mo Zijun didn't care about the pain at all, raised his hand and pointed at Ye Xiaobai with a shocked face.

"You ......"

Seeing Mo Zijun speak, Ye Xiaobai hurriedly interrupted: "It is worthy of my respected opponent! Even if you can't afford to lie on the ground, your fighting spirit will not be reduced!" Mo Zijun, in order to show my respect for you, I, Ye Xiaobai, will accompany you to fight until the last moment!"

As he spoke, Ye Xiaobai looked solemn and solemn, rushed forward, and punched Mo Zijun's head hard.

Under the punch, Mo Zijun fainted with all kinds of remorse and grievances.

Looking at Mo Zijun who fainted to the ground, Ye Xiaobai looked solemn and said loudly: "Mo Zijun, although you were defeated by me today, you are an opponent worthy of respect, and it is also my honor for me Ye Xiaobai to fight with you!"

Ye Xiaobai's righteous words were righteous and awe-inspiring, although the disciples on the four peaks always felt that Ye Xiaobai was a little abnormal, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

"This is your natal flying sword. Ye Xiaobai took out the natal flying sword in the storage bag, "An opponent like you deserves my Ye Xiaobai's respect, I won't grab your weapon, I hope you can practice diligently when you wake up, I, Ye Xiaobai, are waiting for you!"

After speaking, under the incredulous gaze of the onlookers, Ye Xiaobai put his sword on Mo Zijun's belt with a solemn face.

"Return, go back!Ye Xiaobai, this guy actually returned the weapon he snatched!?"

"Fake, fake, that natal flying sword won't be dropped by Ye Xiaobai. ”

"That Mo Zijun is really as good as Ye Xiaobai said, he seems to have something to say in the end. ”

......

Ye Xiaobai's move of returning to the sword brought the shock to the disciples of the Star Picking Sect, which was no less than the previous scene of sword aura.