The blood marks on Jing Ye's body were shocking, he looked at Mu Wanrong coldly, his hair danced in the wind, at this moment, he really wanted to slap the woman opposite!

Mu Wanrong's face was pale, there was a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, she lost her mind for a while, she was still unwilling, although the Fan Cage Sword Net was broken, but she hadn't lost yet, the master had called her a sword, and she hadn't used this sword yet.

So she said calmly: "I still have a sword, if you win, you will really win."

When she said this, Master Jue was too happy, as if he had not concealed a bit of pride, and in the air on the side of the battle platform, there was a person standing in the air, stepping on the golden sword, with long sleeves in his coat, but it was the master of Shushan Sect Yu Xuzi.

Master Jue Lin glanced at Yu Xuzi and found that the old pervert was also secretly aiming at him. So she said proudly in her heart, she came just in time, the sword you taught Rong'er should also be seen by the world.

"And a sword?"

Jing Ye was shocked, how many stunts did this vicious woman have, first the empty mountain and rain sword almost seriously injured him, and then the great sword technique did not fall behind at all, followed by the weird and bizarre Fan Cage Sword almost strangled him, the sword moves changed in turn, and the power was overshadowed by one heavy.

If it is in this order, then the next sword, I don't seem to be sure that I can take it.

But give it a try, too!

Mu Wanrong's expression was pale, a wisp of green silk floating in the wind on her forehead, she threw the flying sword in her hand casually, and the sword body swayed and stuck obliquely on the ground, standing side by side with the bladeless heavy sword that fell before!

Then she called out clearly: "The sword is coming."

Then the jade hand stretched out into the sky, and the thin sleeves fell back, revealing the skin and jade arms like ice and snow warm jade.

"The sword is coming?" This sentence seemed a little familiar, Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, there was a monk's scabbard buzzing under the stage, the sword body trembled, and five or six streamers rose from the crowd.

The sword came, and there were thousands of flying swords under the battle platform, and the monks under the platform did not change color, and the long swords on their backs broke through the sheath, and the flying swords rose to the sky like streamers, and the power was amazing.

It was also at this time that Jing Ye saw that there was a moonlight floating on Mu Wanrong's exposed jade arm, which was soft and faint, light and shallow, followed by a pair of colorful butterflies fluttering, and there was even more floral fragrance on the battle platform.

Colorful butterflies flutter and dance, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

The moonlight floated, looming, and a cold light appeared on Mu Wanrong's hand, revealing coldness and a clear breath, just like her cold-eyed and peerless face.

And the flickering cold light gradually became clear, there was a sword, a cold and transparent long sword, a flying sword, a fairy sword!

This sword is a holy weapon.

This sword is a relic.

In the past, Comet Peak was in charge of Wen Ruyu's creation of the Canghai Sword, which ended with a butterfly falling into the sea, and in later generations she had a disciple, a nephew, and a sword saint Wen Jiuhua.

The eleventh generation of Shushan taught Wen Jiuhua, learned the sword of the sea, realized the sea of Hengjiang, and the butterfly fell into the sea, and created his own great swordsmanship, casting the sword and dreaming of butterflies!

After Wen Jiuhua passed away, the holy weapon Dream Butterfly was sealed in the dust of the Sword Pavilion, until one day two hundred years later, a new disciple entered the mountain and worshiped under the Comet Peak.

This newcomer is extraordinary, Shu Mountain is difficult to find for thousands of years, and the master does not pay attention to it, even the mountain behind Dari Peak also let out the words, and the sword hidden in the Sword Pavilion is chosen by her.

On this day, Comet Peak got two holy weapons, one of which was Dream Butterfly, Dream Butterfly and her hit it off at first sight, the sword roared, and the sword spirit awakened!

Jing Ye looked at the fairy sword in Mu Wanrong's hand, the sword was three feet three inches long, crystal clear, like ice muscle and jade bones, but there were colorful butterflies surrounding the sword body, which was more agile and empty.

Mu Wanrong shouted: "The sword is coming", a hundred swords floated in the sky, as if looking up at the supreme strong, she used a sword to resist a hundred swords, and shouted: "Sword go".

soaring up to 90,000 miles, I will kill with a hundred swords when my sword comes out.

This is the final decision of the Great Loose Sword Technique.

When the sword goes, it is like a flood beast, carrying the momentum of the heavens and the earth, dazzling, overwhelming, one after another rushing towards the thorn leaves!

Jing Ye looked at the sky and hated that he couldn't take out the Seven Stars and fight with the spirit sword.

Only the white-handed, six-armed god!

Jing Ye has been prepared, his fists are clenched, and his big sleeves are like the wind!

He really wanted to give Mu Wanrong a slap, but now he has slapped countless times.

He doesn't care about the flying sword circling in the distance, he only cares about the size of the place in front of him, but if there is a sword that dares to attack, I will hit it!

He clenched his fist with his right hand and waved his palm with his left hand, slamming his fist at the flying sword that rushed to him, his spirit fluttering.

Countless flying swords arrived in front of him, and he flew out, knocked down, and interrupted.

It's just that the flesh and blood between the fists are blurred, and the forehead is covered with cold sweat.

He's fighting for his life again!

"Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine......" Many people silently counted the numbers in their hearts, seeing how many swords Ye Ziyu could survive under these hundred and ten flying flying swords.

There was not a single sound under the platform, and some of the purple-clothed elders had extremely complicated expressions, even painful expressions, which was a scene they did not want to see.

The fish is dead and the net is broken, and both sides are defeated!

Even if one of these two wins today, tomorrow's decisive battle will inevitably lose most of their strength.

Although the Six Veins Martial Arts draw lots, the purple-clothed elders who preside over often have arrangements in private, and they will separate the disciples who are expected to win the championship in advance, so that they will not meet each other, so that they can fight evenly in the decisive battle.

It's just that the leaf fish is too unexpected.

This is, a big accident.

A gate peak that has been in decline for hundreds of years.

A little-known disciple.

Who would have expected such a change, and even the purple-clothed elder who arranged the lottery deliberately put Ye Ziyu and Mu Wanrong together, wanting Zhou Gongming to be embarrassed.

At this time, I don't know who shouted: "A total of one hundred and thirty-seven swords, all of them have been knocked down."

More and more people gathered on the field, the second round of battles on the rest of the battle platform has ended, there is only this one battle left in the morning, Du Fei won another game, he hurried back to help the fourth brother, standing in the extreme distance and not seeing it really, he was stunned in place.

Zhou Tianbao also won a game, but he was a little embarrassed, his clothes were broken, and he was thinking about whether to come here to find Zhuang Huandie, he was standing far away, but he also saw the changes on the battle platform, and he was speechless in shock, so that he didn't notice that his father was standing beside him and looked at the Jiamu battle platform in astonishment.

Yu Xuzi came, and he didn't even look at Zhao Yunqi's battle today, he had mixed feelings in his heart, but he thought that Rong'er used this sword in the end.

Lingyin Peak is in charge of Zhang Wenyuan, he is calm, elegant and elegant, like a middle-aged scholar who has read poetry and books, but now his expression is very uncalm, and he is like two people on weekdays.

The Ethereal Peak Sect Leader Su Xun came early in the morning, this is a short old man, he stood in the crowd, inconspicuous, just looked at the battle platform with a solemn expression.

Jiamu Zhantai was surrounded by regiments, from the initial five or six hundred people, to more than 1,000 people who came one after another, and now more than 3,000 people, there are princes and nobles, there are gate valve families, and there are Shushan disciples.

They admired the graceful demeanor of Shushan Fairy Mu, and were even more amazed by the blockbuster of Zizhufeng leaf fish!

Broken swords on the Jiamu battle platform, broken swords abound, and occasionally intact swords are scattered on the battle platform, Jing Ye's body is full of blood, and even his face is stained with his own blood, and his hands have long been blurred with flesh and blood.

He ignored the scattered broken swords, looked at Mu Wanrong, and said calmly: "Senior sister, this sword, is it over?"

Mu Wanrong's face was expressionless, but her answer was very decisive, she said: "No, there is still this sword, the sword goes."

As she spoke, she held the Dream Butterfly Fairy Sword in her hand! The sword went straight and rushed straight towards the thorn leaves.

Almost at the moment when Mu Wanrong's fairy sword was taken off, Master Jue's expression changed sharply, and he exclaimed, "No, Rong'er, no."

"Hurry, stop her", Guang Yuanzi shouted at the law enforcement elder on the side of the battle platform.

The fairy sword has a spirit, pretentious, a fairy sword with a sword spirit, indomitable, what is needed is the power of the soul of the sword master, if the Tao is not enough, even if it is psychic with the fairy sword, it will be counterattacked by the fairy sword, and in addition to killing the enemy, it is also self-destructing the Tao.

The purple-clothed elder panicked, but the fairy sword was already close to Jing Ye.

In an instant, Mu Wanrong arrived in front of Jing Ye!

Dream Butterfly Fairy Sword, colorful butterflies flying all over her body, high and low, colorful, imprinted against her peerless and cold-eyed face, Jing Ye's eyes were cold, and he raised his bloody left arm directly towards the fairy sword.

"Chin!"

This is the sound of the fairy sword cracking stone, the blade of the sword enters the flesh and blood, and the stool is like blood.

The fairy sword is not only, but it is one point further.

Jing Ye's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his left arm did not retreat but advanced, so that the tip of the sword was submerged in it.

Mu Wanrong was eager to win, and said coldly: "You, you're going to lose."

As she spoke, her face was pale, but her expression was resolute, and she held the hilt of her sword tightly and strangled forward with all her might.

At this moment, the thorn leaves let out a clear roar, cutting through the sky!

The people in Mu Ne below woke up like a dream, and when they looked at the young man in green clothes again, his right hand was dazzling, and then he opened his fist and slapped Mu Wanrong out with one palm.

"You know I've put up with you for a long time", Jing Ye gritted his teeth.

At this time, Mu Wanrong had already insisted on this moment, her Divine Sea Ice Ling was exhausted, and the cold qi of the sword body was devouring, and she was crumbling, she thought that this sword with the sword spirit would inevitably seriously injure Jing Ye and make him collapse to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the wind came to his face, and then he slapped himself on the cheek.

"Smack!"

Energetic as the wind, with a crisp sound.

Mu Wanrong let go of her palm and threw away the dream butterfly and flew out, and was held in her arms by the purple-clothed elder who flew from the side, only to listen to the purple-clothed woman, who was as gentle as a mother, and said softly: "Rong'er is not afraid, the master will take you home."

Under the battle platform, there was silence, and then people looked at it in astonishment, and the young man raised his right hand and took out the Dream Butterfly Fairy Sword inserted in his left arm, but the wound was covered by fine ice cubes.

Then the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a blood-colored arc, and he walked towards the battle platform step by step, where the little fat man cried into tears, not that he felt sorry for the spirit stone he lost, but that he felt sorry for the senior brother who was covered in blood in front of him.

Du Fei sighed secretly, but Gu Jiuzhen smiled and nodded, and then said loudly: "Yes, my disciple of Zizhu Peak should be like this."

The loud voice covered the entire Jiamu Battle Platform and reached the ears of every purple-clothed elder who was watching the battle, and when those elders heard this, their hearts trembled suddenly!

Guang Yuanzi and Jue Lin had already taken Mu Wanrong towards the Tianxiang Hall on the mountain, only Yu Xuzi, after listening to Gu Jiuzhen's words, there was a hint of surprise between his eyebrows, and then he stood on top of the sky and said loudly: "Congratulations to my senior brother Jiuzhen for becoming a saint, and I have added another strong man to Shushan."

"Senior Brother Nine Truths!" Yu Xuzi was called Senior Brother Nine Truths.

This sound is like thunder!

More than 3,000 people on the side of the Jiamu Battle Platform were all shaken, and Zizhu Peak was in charge of Gu Jiuzhen, who had actually gone from the Holy Realm, to break through the Seven Realms, the Spirit Saint Realm, and the Divine Realm.

Of course, what is even more surprising is the voice of the head of the sect, Senior Brother Jiuzhen, which undoubtedly indicates that the reconstruction of Zizhu Peak is no longer possible, and Gu Jiuzhen will be relied on by the master to a large extent, and there will be a place among the elders of the entire Shushan Mountain.

In the two rounds of battles from early morning to noon, Zizhu Peak won two games in a row in the first round and scored two points, but in the second round, he won three games in a row and scored six points, and now he has eight points on the record list, surpassing Ethereal Peak and ranking fifth.

But only three disciples of Zizhu Peak participated.

Who said Zizhu Peak is all waste!

Who would dare to say that Zizhu Peak is all waste!

Ye Ziyu ranks among the top three, and Zhou Tianbao ranks among the top 12, is it a joke!

What's more, behind them, there is also a master from the Holy Realm!

At this time, the purple-clothed elder who had lost his mind on the battle platform came back to his senses and read out loudly: "Zizhu Peak leaf fish, win."