Listening to Zhou Wuxian's arrogant words, Yang Ming not only had a trace of disgust, but also had a feeling of sympathy.

"In today's battle, no matter whether you win or lose, you have to treat yourself!" The black iron sword in Yang Ming's hand tilted down, the tip of the sword lightly tapped on the ring, looked at the expressionless Zhou Wuxian, and smiled.

"Yipinju!" Zhou Wuxian said with a faint smile.

"Okay, I'll do my best to defeat you. Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming forcibly suppressed the tumbling qi and blood in his heart and said calmly.

"The same words, for you!"

When the words fell, Zhou Wuxian's sword flashed, and a dazzling light suddenly shone out from the steel knife, making Yang Ming's eyes squint slightly, and his right hand couldn't help but clench the black iron heavy sword in his hand.

"Then let's fight!"

A low roar came out of Yang Ming's mouth, and his body was like a raging beast, stepping on heavy steps and rushing towards Zhou Wuxian.

The thick and blunt blade pressed against the ground, cutting a deep white mark, and the piercing sound of friction slowly resounded in the ears of the audience.

The war is about to break out, and everyone can't help but hold their breath.

Zhou Wuxian looked at the figure that rushed straight forward, took a deep breath, clenched the steel knife with both hands, and his body also rushed out, the cold knife slashed at Yang Ming on the opposite side, and he also snorted coldly: "Fight!"

The moment the two met, Zhou Wuxian's knife light changed, and a half-arc was cut in mid-air, slashing towards Yang Ming's abdomen.

The body that rushed out suddenly stopped, the black iron heavy sword pulled slightly, lifted it upwards violently, and collided with the steel knife, with a loud "bell", the sound of gold and iron handover suddenly sounded, and in mid-air, some thin sparks appeared where the swords collided.

At the same time, Yang Ming glanced at Zhou Wuxian, who had a solemn face, and the black iron heavy sword shook slightly, bounced off the latter's steel knife, and in an instant, when his arm waved, the black iron sword carried a fierce energy, and swept towards Zhou Wuxian's waist, and the strong wind blew his robe flying.

Feeling this simple and violent sword, Zhou Wuxian frowned slightly, his left hand was close to the back of the knife, and the steel knife in his right hand met it.

"Dangchang!"

Between the collision of the swords, a terrifying huge force suddenly came from the steel knife, which made Zhou Wuxian's face change slightly, and his body couldn't help but slide backwards.

With the help of this impact, Zhou Wuxian distanced himself from Yang Ming, feeling the buzzing steel knife in his hand and the tingling sensation coming from his arm, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Zhou Wuxian has always been very confident in his strength, but after the fight just now, he realized the terrifying strength of Yang Ming's physical body.

If you don't use internal force, in Yang Ming's hands, you will definitely not be able to last three rounds, and you will even lose faster.

Exhaled deeply, the internal force of the four veins in his body erupted and surged towards Zhou Wuxian's right hand, the terrifying knife light flashed in the air, and the faint knife qi attached to the steel knife like a substance, and slashed it fiercely.

"Hehe, the Zhou family's prison sword spirit, this kid is amazing!"

"The little grade has realized the sword qi of the prison suppression, this week is harmless, and the future is limitless!"

"The one from the Zhou family was eighteen years old when he comprehended the sword qi of the Prison Suppression, right?"

After Zhou Wuxian used out of the Zhou family's peerless learning, there were voices of discussion on the viewing platform, and the judging platform sounded one after another, looking at their appearance, they obviously recognized the origin of this sword qi, and moreover, being able to cultivate the sword qi at Zhou Wuxian's age undoubtedly gave him a lot of shock.

Looking at the lightning-fast silver knife light, Yang Ming's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, and in an instant, the soles of his feet twisted, and he stomped heavily on the ring, his body was like a meteor, and while avoiding this knife, he hurriedly swung his sword and fought back.

The two of them kept staggering, the steel knife and iron sword continued to splash sparks, the crisp sound of gold and iron colliding kept sounding, and the sharp sword qi seemed to tear Yang Ming apart, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Zhou Wushu was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, and that kind of indomitable sword technique almost overwhelmed him, and the terrifying strength made him feel a palpitation.

Offstage, Li Xuanqing's face suddenly gloomy when he saw Yang Ming's strength, he didn't expect that Yang Ming would have such a strong strength and talent.

"Brother Xuanqing, don't worry, Zhou Wuxian promised that we won't regret it, besides, hasn't he never used that knife?" When Li Xuanqing's face became more and more ugly, a voice of comfort suddenly came from behind him, and when he turned his head, Li Xuan was slowly walking towards him.

Hearing Li Xuan's persuasion, Li Xuanqing's face turned good, the Zhou family's Nine Swords Prison Recipe is not blown, once it is used, it will be a situation of endless death.

It's just that Yang Ming's strength and talent have been deeply imprinted in his heart, and if he develops according to this trend, Yang Ming may really become his fierce rival.

Chop, stab......

During the fight between the two, Yang Ming always used these five-style swordsmanship, but he was able to block Zhou Wuxian's fierce attacks frequently, which shows that if this basic five-style swordsmanship is used to the extreme, it is not much weaker than the power of high-level swordsmanship.

Yang Ming just took advantage of his body to be able to deal with Zhou Wuxian for so long, otherwise, Yang Ming would have been defeated a long time ago.

The collision between the swords suddenly splashed out countless sparks, and the sharp sword qi passed by Yang Ming, and the terrifying strength once again shook Zhou Wushu back.

This time, Zhou Wuxian did not rush to attack again, but stood in place, slowing down his breathing, and seemed to have entered a wonderful state.

"What does this kid want to do?"

Countless viewers couldn't help but have such a question in their hearts, and on the judging platform, Bai Xiu and his party also frowned deeply, not knowing what the hell Zhou Wuxian was doing.

"Brother Xuanqing, I'm going to use that knife this week without injury......" Offstage, Li Xuan's face was a little flushed, and his voice was full of excitement.

Hearing this, Li Xuanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he muttered: "Zhou Wuxian, I hope you don't let me down......"

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming's face also flashed with surprise, he did not rush to attack, but stood quietly in place, because Zhou Wuxian at this time gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

At this moment, Zhou Wuxian is like a sharp knife.

Once you do it, you may be in danger of your life.

After a while, Zhou Wuxian's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the robe on his body actually had a feeling of windless automaticity, and the steel knife in his hand suddenly trembled violently, and then, an incomparably fierce aura burst out from his body.