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The lord of the Punishment Division looked at Yan Yu, his eyes instantly became sharp, as terrifying as a heavenly knife, Huo Ran exploded, and a monstrous murderous aura erupted like a volcano, sweeping in all directions.

Stunned out of the sheath, murderous, everyone felt as if they were being targeted by a wild beast, their whole body was cold, their hair stood on end, and their scalps were about to explode.

That murderous aura is too terrifying, according to Ye Qingguan's judgment, at most it is only one step behind the sword blind man, I don't know how many killings have been created, so there is such a murderous aura now.

Yan Yu's eyes were a little more cautious, and as soon as he moved his feet, Qing Jue turned into a blue light and stabbed out, accompanied by the cyan sword qi in the sky, which merged with the light, and the glass was brilliant, like a rain of swords falling.

The man responded to this sword with only a simple move, but the murderous aura was like a river pouring down, a flood poured, condensed into a sword light, and it slashed over like a bamboo, smashing the sword qi in the sky, and finally gradually disintegrating.

Yan Yu stepped out in one step, and a majestic aura swept here like wolf smoke on his body, and a simple sword fell, but it was like a mountain pressed down, dignified and majestic.

The Silent Sword emitted a piercing sword roar, like countless ghosts howling, making people's eardrums tingle, and the black veins on the sword body bloomed with a faint light, as if the gate of hell had been opened, and the murderous aura had climbed to the top, it was still just a sword, but with the momentum of a group of demons dancing wildly, it bumped into Qing Jue.

Rumble!

This place exploded in an instant, and the fine sword qi was densely packed, surging in all directions, rolling up the sand and dust on the ground, crushing all the leaves on the trees, and fluttering down one after another.

"Division!"

Yan Yu's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he spit out a word, like Huang Zhong Da Lu roaring in people's ears, and in a trance, a huge ancient character emerged, with an incomparably mysterious Taoist rhyme, branded on the Qingjue sword, so that the sword momentum surged, turning into a rainbow light and slashing towards the man.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, it was rumored that Confucianism and Taoism had cultivated to the pinnacle, and they could follow the law in their words, and every word was the law, but everyone didn't expect Yan Yu to be so young and his attainments in Confucianism were so deep.

The man's expression was also a little solemn, and the black veins on the Silent Sword became more and more terrifying, as if a pair of demonic eyes had opened, and everyone had a sense of absurdity that they were being stared at.

The black clouds and mist shrouded, and the sword of silence became even more terrifying, and when a sword stabbed out, the void was vibrating, colliding with the flying rainbow light, and finally both of them were annihilated.

"Dear!"

Yan Yu spit out another word, the sword momentum rose again, and a thick sword light turned into a match, like the power of a flying immortal, almost tearing the void, making a piercing stabbing sound.

The man pinched a seal, and the sword of astonishment trembled with excitement, the sword roared like a ghost, and a terrible aura of dead silence emerged, countless living beings retreated, and a touch of death also appeared on his face, his face was pale and stiff, like a living dead.

A sword doesn't work, Yan Yu spit out three words again.

"Heaven!"

The three words fell, and even the heaven and earth seemed to be singing, three vague ancient characters emerged, and there was a terrible momentum surging, almost crushing people and branding them on the ancient sword, making Qing Jue faintly mourning, as if overwhelmed.

"It turned out to be the Confucian Tianlun swordsmanship!" Ye Qingguan suddenly heard in his heart about the power of this set of swordsmanship from the thirteenth uncle.

It is said that it was created by Confucius according to the ethical guidelines of "heaven, earth, king, parent, and teacher".

Now, it seems that it is indeed extraordinary.

The man's face became more solemn than ever, and for the first time since he started, he shouted: "Shock, open!"

Like thunder and explosion, like the roar of the Great Dao Lunyin, the silence seemed to have been unsealed, a creepy murderous aura erupted, and the sword roared like a devil's roar, making people's eardrums vibrate, their chests tight, and their blood rolling.

"Shocking, it turns out that this is the most terrifying part of the Silent Sword!" Ye Qingguan's face was also extremely solemn.

I have heard the thirteenth uncle say that the power of the sword of astonishment is extremely terrifying, if it completely explodes, it is not only the rank of forty-five in the sword pavilion, there are two seals hidden in the sword, one is the astonishing door, which contains an incomparable murderous aura, if it completely explodes, once the sword master's mind is not strong, it is likely to scatter his spiritual wisdom and become a fool.

But now looking at this man, his eyes are clear, and his sword heart is still transparent, obviously withstanding the impact of the shocking door, and he has completely mastered the sword of shock.

"Uncle Thirteen knows so clearly, could it be that this man used to be a colleague with him?" Ye Qingguan made such a guess, not knowing what Uncle Thirteen's identity was in the Criminal Division?

The door was opened, Qing Jue danced in the sky, the three characters of Heaven and Earth were one, and there was a terrifying power condensed on the sword, which seemed to have really touched Tianwei, making Qing Jue a little overwhelmed and trembling slightly.

The tip of the needle is against Mai Mang, the black sword light is like a demon king strolling, and the cyan sword light is like a heavenly monarch descending into the world, two completely different momentums, each occupying half of the sky, pressing many people out of breath, secretly shocked that the cultivation of the two is so strong, they have definitely won the world's first-class, and in a few years, I am afraid that they will be the top swordsmen in the world.

Rumble!

There was a big explosion here, the sword qi was surging like a tsunami, flooding the entire courtyard, where the two fought, the ground was completely cracked, the vertical and horizontal sword qi left a ravine, and a rockery was even cut in half, and the field was in a mess.

After a long time, the surging sword qi was dissipating, and both of them were ragged and pale.

The man looked at Yan Yu and said after a while: "It's me who lost." ”

Then he put away the sword of silence and silently turned to the side.

Seeing this, King Jing'an's eyes flashed with emotion, even such a proud person admitted defeat, what kind of realm did Yan Yu's kendo cultivation reach?

Seeing that he is young, he doesn't want to be so talented.

Yan Yu looked at the man and bowed slightly: "Offended." But his body trembled suddenly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, it seems that he was also injured in the battle just now.

The beautiful and cold man in white announced: "In the second game, Yan Yu wins!"

"I didn't see it, the cultivation of the senior brother of the Confucian Sect is so strong, how is it better than you?" Jin Bodhisattva looked at Yan Yu, and then turned to Ye Qingguan and asked.

Ye Qingguan shook his head, didn't speak, and didn't know what it meant.

"Hey, who do you think will play in the third game? King Jing'an's daughter and that subordinate have all shot, won't he be next?" Jin Bodhisattva looked at King Jing'an with interest, very curious about what kind of cultivation a dignified Prince Bazhu would be.

Ye Qingguan shook his head and denied: "Impossible, what kind of identity is King Jing'an, how can he take action personally?" I think the biggest possibility is-" As he spoke, his gaze looked at the ruthless and indifferent man in white.

"You say it's him?" the golden bodhisattva's beautiful eyes widened, and he didn't believe it.

But soon, the facts proved Ye Qingguan's guess.

"In the third game, who will come?" The man in white took a step, and his cold momentum swept the audience.