Two days later, it was another battle day. Ying Feiyang came to the Xuanwu Arena early, waiting for his opponent Xing Fei. The audience was crowded and talking. Since the first two battles, Ying Feiyang’s name has been known to everyone in the hall.

The odds he said have jumped to third place, and the favorite to win is only lower than Ren Jiuxiao and Xie Lingyan. At this time, everyone in the audience can be said to be here just to watch him compete with each other.

Ying Feiyang spent a lot of time waiting for his opponent Xing Fei to arrive. As a result, Xing Fei still hadn't arrived after three strokes in the day. When Ying Feiyang felt impatient, he heard the referee disciple say: "Xing Fei hasn't arrived after the time limit. Ying Feiyang wins." He originally planned to watch.

The crowd, who were enjoying the show, booed in unison and dispersed.

It turns out that Xing Fei's battle the day before yesterday was just a miserable victory, with huge losses, and it would be difficult to fight again. Moreover, his opponent is Ying Feiyang. Referring to Ying Feiyang's previous two battles, and considering the rift between him and Ying Feiyang, defeat is certain.

Yes, and 90% of the time, Qin Meisheng and Luo Zhonghao would have lost as badly as they did. Xing Fei had already been extremely lucky to be in the top eight, and his results had exceeded his original expectations, so why bother to humiliate himself again.

The good show at Xuanwu Terrace was not watched, but a chorus of cheers came from the direction of Qinglong Terrace. Everyone in the audience looked sideways at Qinglong Terrace, but the crowd was so crowded that they couldn't see clearly. On the contrary, it was Ying Feiyang who was standing there.

The high platform has a wide field of vision and can be seen clearly.

On the Qinglong Platform, a handsome figure rose into the sky. Although the appearance could not be clearly seen, from a far distance, one could still feel the arrogance of that person. Who could it be if it wasn't Ren Jiuxiao?

But when Ren Jiuxiao let out a clear whistle, the blue light in his hand surged, and a stream of Qi light shot out from the sword, whistling sharply towards his opponent. The opponent caught the move with his sword horizontally, but

It's hard to resist his power, he can't stand firmly on his feet, and he is knocked off the ring. This is——

"Sword Qi Leaving the Body?!" These four words came up one after another for a while, and they were all shocked and confused. Sword Qi Leaving the Body seemed to be only four words, but I don't know how many people have been troubled. Lingxiao Sword

There is a default rule in the sect. If you are over thirty and still cannot reach the state of sword energy leaving the body, you will be sent to a Taoist temple outside the sect. Most of the masters of the disciples outside the sect have this background. Because

From this point of view, there are many people who are still unable to use sword energy at the age of thirty.

In fact, those who can use sword energy before the age of twenty are already of extraordinary aptitude. However, Ren Jiuxiao already has this strength when he is only sixteen years old, and has reached a state that some people cannot reach in their entire life. How could he not?

It is admirable and admirable.

The admiration did not stop, Ren Jiuxiao did another amazing move, his figure stayed in the air, his sword light swayed, and he actually sent out an even more magnificent sword energy in the air. The sword energy roared and roared, piercing the sky like a long river.

It flew over the heads of the disciples, and where the sword energy was heading, it turned out to be——

"Are you so impatient to show off?" Ying Feiyang stared at the sword energy coming from him. The brilliant sword light made his eyes shine brightly. "Then, as you invited me, I will return this sword to you!" Ying Feiyang raised his hand.

He patted the scabbard on his back, and with a loud sound, the sword made a dragon's roar and rushed straight towards Niu Dou. Ying Feiyang also jumped up and caught the sword in the air. The brilliant brilliance bloomed in his palm, turning into a fierce sword energy, as straight as a white rainbow.

Go through.

Everyone held their necks high and looked at the Xuanwu Platform in the direction of Ren Jiuxiao's sword energy. The surprise in their eyes had not diminished when they suddenly saw a figure rising from the Xuanwu Platform, and the sword in his hand also swung a sharp sword.

Qi, two sword qi built a bridge over the crowd, and then there was a soft sound, the sword qi collided, and turned into sharp wind and scattered.

The two distantly opposite figures also gracefully fell down, and everyone who was watching came back to their senses, "Ying Feiyang!" These three words came and went one after another, and were recited by everyone again, but the eyes of everyone staring at Ying Feiyang except for the original surprise and envy

In addition, there is an additional layer of jealousy.

They had just seen Ren Jiuxiao's sword energy. Although everyone was surprised at first, after calming down, they felt that it was natural. Lingxiao swordsmanship has been established for hundreds of years, and talents have emerged one after another, each leading a generation of talents. For example, Ren Jiuxiao has reached such a level at his age.

The realm is by no means unprecedented or unprecedented. If you think about it the other way around, Ren Jiuxiao is the sect leader's personal and beloved disciple. He is extremely talented and is vaguely the first among his disciples in this generation. If he does not have such cultivation, it will make people think

This generation of disciples has very few talents.

But Ying Feiyang is different again. He is just a little-known outer sect disciple, but in just a few days, he has become famous like a meteor flying across the sky. Now he has shown the strength to compete with Ren Jiuxiao. It is really shocking.

It was hard for people to accept, and everyone couldn't help but think to themselves: "This kid must have had some shitty luck to be able to practice swordsmanship to this level!"

"Ren Jiuxiao, what did you just do?" The judging disciple waited for Ren Jiuxiao to fall back to the stage, and then he woke up from a dream. He realized that Ren Jiuxiao's sudden attack on other arenas was against the rules. He reprimanded him afterwards, and Ren Jiuxiao didn't care.

Said: "Can't you see what I did?"

"You are violating the rules by attacking other players!"

"The competition between him and me has ended, and we are no longer considered contestants." Ren Jiuxiao said disdainfully: "Besides, this sword can't be considered an attack, it's just a letter of challenge!" After saying that, he sheathed the sword and flew over everyone's heads.

Go, leaving only the referee disciple on the stage with his face turning green and red with anger.

"Pretending!" Ying Feiyang gestured with his little finger in the direction where Ren Jiuxiao disappeared and cursed him secretly. In fact, the two of them had just reached the point where the sword energy was separated from the body. With their current cultivation level, the sword energy could only reach the level of ten.

The power is only within meters. The two Qinglong Xuanwu platforms are more than a hundred meters apart, and the sword energy travels a hundred meters, and it is already invisible and powerless.

That's why Ren Jiuxiao's sword attack just now was not an attack, but a demonstration and provocation. Ying Feiyang also had a donkey temperament and couldn't stand the provocation of others. He originally planned to save the sword energy for performing stunts at the bottom of the box and commit suicide in advance under provocation.

Reveal your cards.

"Hey, why should I compete with him?" Just now, Ying Feiyang had lost his temper and ignored it, but now Ying Feiyang began to regret it again, "Forget it, let's go watch other people's games." Without his trump card, Ying Feiyang always felt that he lacked confidence.

The remaining two arenas will determine the last two top four candidates. Although the results are still unknown, those who can stand out among the many disciples and enter the top four are definitely not mediocre. Without trump cards, one should know oneself and the enemy.

Ignoring the pointing fingers of the people around him, Ying Feiyang went straight to the Baihu Terrace. The opponents were Ming Ye and a handsome and handsome disciple. This disciple was called Ji Kui. He was a disciple of Xie Lingyan's father, Xie Kangle. Like Ren Jiuxiao, he was a disciple of Xie Lingyan.

The leader among the young disciples, although he is slightly inferior to Ren Jiuxiao in swordsmanship, his popularity is a hundred times stronger than him. According to the handicap, he is the fifth favorite to win the championship. Now the disciples in the audience are cheering for him, which makes him look like Ming Ye

He is fighting alone.

Ying Feiyang focused his eyes and saw a familiar figure from the shouting crowd. Ying Feiyang approached, tugged on her sleeve and said: "After all, she is an outer disciple, and you cannot get the Sword of Taiyin without his help."

, as for turning your elbows outward like this?"

Miao Miao turned her head, glanced at Ying Feiyang with her big black shining eyes, and then turned back to the ring, as if she didn't want to leave for a moment. "You care, who makes Ming Ye not as handsome as Senior Brother Ji?"

Ying Feiyang looked towards the stage, and saw that Ji Kangsheng had red lips and white teeth, eyes like shooting stars, and was extremely handsome. He was tall and slender, and he was handsome and tall in one body. He looked very much like the storyteller Jin Machao. Ying Feiyang

Although he is considered a handsome young man, he is still inferior to him. At this moment, he feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Tsk, superficial!" Ying Feiyang scoffed, but Miao Miao didn't seem to hear it at all. She clenched her fists and blushed, with stars in her eyes. Ying Feiyang asked for trouble and moved his gaze towards the ring.

The sword in Ji Kang's hand is free and easy, and it is exactly the "famous sword Feng Liu Jue". The sword and the person complement each other, making the person more handsome and free, just like the celebrities of the Wei and Jin Dynasties or the flying immortals in the sky.

Ji Kang's swords were as one, and they fit perfectly. As the sword light was swaying, Mingye was already left and right, falling to the wind. Under the sword, the flames surging around him were like weak fire snakes, curling up in fear, and finally

But there was still a wailing sound of "Hiss!" which dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing that Ji Kui was superior in swordsmanship and foundation, Miao Miao's eyes lit up, he waved his fist and shouted: "Ming Ye is going to be defeated, Senior Brother Ji works harder and knocks him down." However, he heard Ying Feiyang snort coldly.

, said sourly: "Not necessarily."

The development of the battle was exactly as Ying Feiyang said. Although Mingye was in a desperate situation, he always avoided serious damage at the critical moment. The sword edge passed by, leaving only a light mark at most and cutting half of his clothes. It was actually half of the stalemate.

After an hour, there was still no victory or defeat. At this time, the disciples in the audience were already impatient and booed loudly. Everyone could see that there was a big gap between Ming Ye and Ji Kui. If they cared about face, they should have given up long ago.

Jian gave up. After all, it was rare for an outer disciple to reach this point, but Ming Ye insisted on stalking him and causing humiliation to himself.

"Chi." There was another sound, and there was another gap in Mingye's outer robe. At this time, his clothes were ragged, and he was really like a beggar. "Hurry up and admit defeat, don't keep stalking me!" "Get off the stage, if you don't think it's embarrassing for me, I'll do it."

I'm so embarrassed for you!" Malicious jeers arose, but Ming Ye's eyes were as cold as ever, without any trace of shame or anger. On the contrary, Ji Kui's swordsmanship had changed.

The disciples watching the excitement below were all tired of it. Ji Kui was naturally more impatient than the others. Every move he made felt like it would end the battle, but every move was avoided by his opponent. As time went by, a nameless wave of anger arose.

Fire. You need to know that the sword meaning of "Famous Sword Feng Liu Jue" is all in the word "Feng Liu". It is only when you are talking and laughing about heavy lifting that you defeat the enemy, you can see the true nature of Feng Liu. However, chasing a defeated dog is not even half of the meaning of Feng Liu.

Ji Kui's sword moves followed his will, and there was a slight change. The calmness and ease in the sword moves slightly faded, adding a bit of violence. At the moment when the sword intention changed, "It's time!" Ying Feiyang whispered in the audience.

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