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If it is according to what Yan Beigui said, each side takes three people to fight, although Ye Chuyi's side looks strong and strong, and there are more six-star powerhouses, but the other party has Yan Beigui and Chongbao Tai'a Sword, Ye Chuyi and others have a very small chance of winning.

On the contrary, it was Ye Chuyi's proposal, which seemed to be very fair.

Fighting in the same generation, as long as Ye Chu loses, the Thunder God Temple and his party will bow down to their subordinates, which is also in line with Ye Chuyi's identity as the master of the Thunder God Temple.

But there is no doubt that for those gods under Yan Beigui's sect, Ye Chuyi's proposal is simply too arrogant.

", who do you think you are, Fu Hongxue a thousand years ago?"

"What a big breath, Uncle Yan, I'll kill this fang!"

Yan Beigui stared at Ye Chuyi, ignoring the clamor of a group of disciples behind him, his eyes were full of scrutiny and solemnity.

Others may not be able to feel the threat on Ye Chuyi's body, but Yan Beigui is different, Yan Beigui is rebuilt in martial arts, and the swordsmanship is exquisite, far beyond the imagination of others, but vaguely, it can feel the strength of Ye Chuyi's body after comprehending the secret of ancient martial arts.

"Three days ago, the junior just broke through to the realm of the grandmaster, what doubts did the seniors have? Or, behind the seniors, the brothers of the same generation were afraid?"

Ye Chu looked at Yan Beigui with a smile, and his eyes inadvertently swept over those gods under the gate of Xianyang Sword Palace, revealing a look of pity that made people explode their heads.

"Ye Chuyi, you are arrogant, I will fight you!"

Just when Yan Beigui was thinking about it, under the gate of Xianyang Sword Palace, a young man wearing a pure white sword robe suddenly jumped out, with sword intent on his body, like a young tiger, and his qi was overwhelming.

"Eh, the breath on this brother's body is a little familiar, I want to think about it, it should be the Nine Shadows Sword Technique, the Qingfeng Finger Sword, and the Nine Palace Luo Immortal Sword, phew, it turned out to be the old man of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, so, I should let you make three moves!"

Ye Chuyi closed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the sword intent on the pure white sword-robed young man's body, that familiar and unfamiliar feeling came, for no reason, in Ye Chuyi's heart, a female figure with a sword flashed over.

In an instant, Ye Chuyi's breath was depressed for a moment, and then he said to the other party with some emotion.

"An dares to insult my Pure Yang Sword Sect and look for death!"

Ye Chuyi sighed with emotion, it was the most simple feeling in his heart, but there was no doubt that in the eyes of the pure white sword-robed youth, this was like a provocation, and he was instantly furious, swaying Huo Huo sword light, and slashing towards Ye Chuyi.

The other party's angry mood, Ye Chuyi didn't care, seeing the familiar sword moves in front of him, in a trance, Ye Chuyi felt as if he had returned to the days when he used to be on the top of the mountain and the valley, the tall woman who went away with the sword, as if she had come out of time, smiling and smiling, which was extra fascinating.

Ye Chu was in a daze, but the pure white sword-robed youth was not, but even more angry, the sword light was faster and faster, and with full of anger, he burst out with twelve points of strength and slammed towards Ye Chuyi.

The sword light broke through the air, and Ye Chuyi was less than a foot, but Ye Chuyi seemed to be still immersed in a stunned mind, everyone held their breath and did not dare to make any sound.

Syllable!

Just when everyone couldn't help but exclaim, the sword light fell, and in a few inches, Ye Chu suddenly woke up from his daze, turned sideways at will, and pointed at the sword light in front of him and tapped lightly.

The long sword fell to the ground, and Ye Chuyi stood in place so casually, and the white-robed young man had all kinds of expressions flashing on his face.

"Well, I'm sorry, why don't you come again!"

As soon as Ye Chu's true qi was drawn, the long sword on the ground shot backwards and landed in front of the white-robed young man.

Shooting down the long sword in the opponent's hand with two fingers, Ye Chuyi was obviously familiar with the sword moves of the white-robed youth to the core, and in terms of strength, he had already formed a crushing trend against the white-robed youth.

The white-robed young man looked at the long sword standing in front of him, his face was pale and uncertain, and he couldn't take it, and he couldn't take it.

"Despicable, why did you make a move when you said that you were polite and give three moves......"

"That's it, maybe he said it on purpose, and then let Brother Bai underestimate the enemy......"

The white-robed young man was defeated too badly, too quickly, and too neatly, and a group of young people in the Xianyang Sword Palace lost their minds for a moment, and then looked for excuses with embarrassment, trying to get some face back for the white-robed youth.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it!"

The white-robed young man stood in place in a frustrated manner, and Ye Chuyi was also a little unbearable, so he apologized again.

"Defeat is defeat, I'm not your opponent!"

As soon as Ye Chuyi said this, the white-robed young man also woke up from his loss, glanced at Ye Chuyi deeply, picked up his long sword, turned his head and left.

This situation of the white-robed young man instantly made the entire battlefield a little miserable, and everyone was silent for a moment.

"Under the Changyun Gate, Li Mu, ask Your Excellency for advice!"

The white-robed young man was defeated too badly, and the young people under the Xianyang Sword Palace were all about the same as the white-robed young man's cultivation, so they could naturally detect the strong crushing momentum of Ye Chuyi's strength, but a silent young man who had not been silent all along, when everyone was a little afraid of fighting, he came out with his sword in his arms, and said very solemnly to Ye Chuyi.

"Thunder God Temple Ye Chuyi!"

People respect me a foot, I respect people, come politely, Ye Chuyi is not good to look too rude, he is also very polite to bow his hand, stand sideways, and quietly wait for the other party's shot.

It doesn't matter whether you pretend to be forced or not, this is a kind of bearing, a kind of self-confidence.

Several chances, especially the three years of tempering in the mountain top water valley, Ye Chuyi has an extremely strong confidence in what he has learned, among the same generation, it is those so-called gods and saints, Ye Chuyi is also confident that he can easily fight the enemy.

The young man named Li Mu was not angry at Ye Chuyi's attitude, but was rarely solemn, drew his sword in his hand, and began to gather momentum, the whole person was like a thunder brewing in a thundercloud, his eyes were sharp, and his body had an indestructible and all-breaking aura.

The sword momentum accumulated, began to become stronger and stronger, more and more powerful, and even around Li Mu's body, there began to be a series of sword qi agitation, which was caused by some sword intent that was inadvertently leaked out in the process of accumulating momentum.

A thunderous sword, once it erupts, will definitely be like a mountain torrent and collapse, with monstrous power.

In fact, Li Mu's long-term accumulation of momentum, in the real battle of life and death, there is very little opportunity to be able to show it, in a sense, this is already a kind of cheating, or rather, it is a kind of release from Ye Chuyi.

But Ye Chuyi, obviously, didn't care.