If there are no accidents, there are still two battles left, and this qualifying match only needs to determine the strongest one, and the result of the competition only needs one of the strongest geniuses of Saint Apocalypse.

Ye Wuchen put away his sword behind his back, looked at Ye Qingyu coldly, and said lightly: "What are you waiting for?" ”

There are two other words he didn't say, that is, the word "death", that's right, Ye Wuchen planned to kill Ye Qingyu directly in the ring.

As the Prince of Shengqi, he dared to collude with foreign clans, Ye Wuchen naturally couldn't tolerate it.

Ye Qingyu smiled lightly, flew into the ring, looked at Ye Wuchen and said with a smile: "You seem to have murderous intent towards my brother?"

"Don't you deserve to die?" Ye Wuchen asked rhetorically.

"Why should I die? Do you think this crown prince should be yours?" Ye Qingyu replied pretending not to know anything.

Ye Wuchen suddenly pointed his sword at Ye Qingyu, and said coldly: "I should know in my heart what I have done, I am not rare at all in your position." ”

"I really don't know about this, why don't you tell me about it?" Ye Qingyu asked provocatively, not afraid that the matter of his hooking up with the demon clan would be leaked, as if the matter of colluding with the demon clan had nothing to do with him at all.

Ye Wuchen responded to him with only a sharp sword aura, Ye Qingyu casually scattered this sword qi with a wave of his hand, and sneered: "Do you really think how powerful your innate sword physical ability is?"

"You're just a little bit higher. Ye Wuchen was unmoved, not to mention that the real advantage of the innate sword body was not in the Martial King Period, but after the Martial Emperor, when the Dao Yi Chongtian began to enter the hall on the way of the sword.

"Oh, can you see my realm?" Ye Qingyu asked with some surprise.

"What if you can't see it?" Although Ye Wuchen couldn't see the realm, Ye Lichen's practice had already proved a lot.

Ye Wuchen is just a seventh-rank martial king, although he won the eighth-rank martial king's Chang Le, but Ye Qingyu gave him a feeling that was more oppressive than Chang Le, it may be the realm of the ninth rank of the martial king, and his strength is very likely to step into the martial emperor.

However, Ye Wuchen did not intend to give up, he raised his sword in both hands and crossed his chest, and the sword aura in the ring was horizontal.

"Leaves are dust-free!"

It was an extremely strong sword move that Ye Wuchen comprehended, because there was no carrier of sword qi in the ring, Ye Wuchen condensed it into a giant sword with spiritual power, and the spiritual power giant sword rushed towards Ye Qingyu with a strong sword qi.

Ye Qingyu smiled contemptuously: "If you use this kind of sword move to deal with me again, don't you look down on your imperial brother?"

After finishing speaking, the temperature in the ring suddenly rose, and the aura giant sword suddenly ignited a raging fire, the giant sword was wrapped in fire, burning continuously, and when it arrived in front of Ye Qingyu, the giant sword had completely volatilized, and only a small ball of flame was fixed in front of Ye Qingyu.

"How is it?" Ye Qingyu looked at his imperial brother with a smile, as if he was a little mocking.

"Again. Ye Wuchen was not discouraged.

Raising the sword again, the sword qi in his body skyrocketed, almost substantial, and Ye Wuchen used the sword move "Divine Punishment" that Mo Dong gave him.

The move of "Divine Punishment" is completely to help people's sword qi skyrocket, Ye Wuchen's sword qi has tripled, and the sword qi of the entire ring is chaotic, all kinds of sword marks are everywhere, and cracks gradually appear in the ring.

Ye Qingyu was a little surprised, at this time, Ye Wuchen's sword qi was not inferior to the Martial Emperor powerhouse who generally comprehended the Dao of the sword.

"Tut-tut, it's worthy of an innate sword body. Ye Qingyu quipped, not afraid of this trick at all.

"Drop the sword!"

Ye Wuchen's sword qi condensed into large and small sword bodies, which hung above Ye Qingyu's head one after another, shining like lightning hanging in the air.

"Sure enough, it's an innate sword body, and when you use it, you have more momentum than me. Mo Donggui sighed.

"Wuchen, you can also use this swordsmanship?" Ye Lin came here again to talk to Mo Donggui.

"I taught. Mo Donggui said lightly, if he said that he created it himself, it is estimated that Ye Xiao would not believe it.

"Awesome. Ye Lin turned around after saying a word, obviously not convinced.

"You're really right, I really have to rely on the realm to suppress you now, and when I get there, it is estimated that the realm will not be very useful to you. After Ye Qingyu said this, the momentum erupted, and the realm was completely revealed, the Martial King Nine Grades!

The audience was in an uproar, it turned out that Ye Qingyu was hiding so deeply! No wonder Emperor Ye Lin wanted to find a way to conduct this last round of qualifying, he had this confidence, and believed that Ye Qingyu would definitely win the first place.

In fact, even if the competition is not over yet, Ye Qingyu is basically stable, although Ye Wuchen is a genius, but Ye Qingyu is not a mediocre talent, spanning two levels, it is still a little difficult for the current Ye Wuchen.

"The scorching sun burns the sky!"

Ye Qingyu used his martial arts, and the entire ring turned into a fire field, and the flames soared into the sky, like a scorching sun.

The sword body condensed by the sword qi hanging above his head was also slowly burning, but very slowly, this was the confrontation between Ye Wuchen's sword intent and Ye Qingyu's fire intent.

Ye Qingyu is indeed a top genius, not only is his strength a nine-rank martial king, but the Dao of Fire is also infinitely close to a heavy heaven, both of them are much stronger than Ye Wuchen, no matter how powerful Ye Wuchen's innate sword body is, but he can't play any advantages at all during this period.

As Ye Qingyu said, in the future, Ye Wuchen began to enter the hall on the way to the sword, and the innate sword body would also be slowly exerted by him to the fullest, and the realm was nothing for him, of course, this was in the case of a similar realm.

Ye Wuchen's spiritual power and Dao comprehension were not as strong as Ye Qingyu's, so naturally he was weak at the beginning.

Sure enough, the sword bodies formed by the condensation of those sword qi began to slowly melt again, turning into intangibles and dissipating.

"You go down by yourself?" Ye Qingyu looked at Ye Wuchen and smiled.

"You'd better live well while I come and kill you. Ye Wuchen put down such a sentence and turned around and left the ring.

The referee who heard this was a little puzzled, why did they kill each other when they were obviously brothers? Could that seat be so attractive?

However, in the end, he still announced the result: "Ye Qingyu wins, there is still one last game left in the third round of qualifying, Xianliuzong Yao Yue will fight against Ye Qingyu of the royal Ye family, and a pillar of incense will decide the final winner of this competition." ”

The spectators in the stands were a little excited, they were going to see the first day of the veritable Divine Revelation born with their own eyes today, and they all felt that their faces were shining and honored.

After a pillar of incense, Ye Qingyu in the ring opened his eyes and looked at Yao Yue under the stage, and said with a light smile: "Brother Yao, do you think it is necessary to continue this last competition?"

Looking at Ye Qingyu's appearance, it seemed that Yao Yue was not his opponent, so he asked this question.

Yao Yue was still squinting with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and flew to the ring, looking at Ye Qingyu with a light smile, and asked, "Why does the prince ask this?"