Chapter 457: The Killing Intent From the Third Rank!
Chapter 457 The murderous intention from the third person on the list!
The swordsman is sharp!
Therefore, swordsmen are all pure. Their acting style is just like the sword in their hands, pure and direct. Because they are sincere to the sword, they are also sincere to their heart.
Swordsmen never make promises to anyone easily, but once the promise is made, they will not frown even if it means going up a mountain of swords or into a sea of fire. They will only try their best to fulfill their promise, even if it costs their own lives.
Therefore, Cheng Moyou spoke like this, and every word he spoke was like a knife, every spit and every nail.
Because he received the kindness of Ye Wuque's guidance, if he did not repay the favor, his sword will be dusty from now on, and he will be worried about it, unable to make great progress, improve his swordsmanship, and no longer be pure.
But Cheng Moyou's words spread throughout the entire arena, immediately making countless disciples dumbfounded.
"I'll go! This is too exaggerated! What happened? Cheng Moyou, the 22nd-ranked Heavenly Swordsman in Blue Shirt, became Ye Wuque's younger brother?"
"What did Ye Wuque do? Just give Cheng Moyou some pointers and make him obey?"
"It's the beeping dog too! Is this the scene of the ranking competition? This has simply become the scene of Ye Wuque recruiting his younger brother!"
"That's so awesome! In this way, a master ranked 22nd on the list can be worshiped. Ye Wuque is so awesome!"
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Countless disciples in the arena exclaimed with disbelief on their faces, but immediately felt infinite emotion and awe for Ye Wuque. The challenge of the ranking match was like this, and there was simply no one else.
On the battlefield, Ye Wuque also understood Cheng Moyou's behavior. He understood that this was a swordsman's way of not going against his true intention, so he immediately stepped forward to help Cheng Moyou up and said with a smile: "Senior brother Cheng, there is no need to do this.
, Congratulations to Senior Brother Cheng for taking another step forward in his swordsmanship and stepping into the realm of perfection. The road to supreme swordsmanship can be expected!"
Ye Wuque said this sentence sincerely, with a slight smile.
Cheng Moyou looked at Ye Wuque, who was obviously younger than him, but had a superior demeanor, and a sigh filled his eyes like sword light.
"Junior Brother Ye, your understanding and understanding of the kendo lineage are truly exquisite. If Junior Brother Ye practices swordsmanship, he will definitely be an unparalleled genius in my kendo lineage!"
Looking at Ye Wuque, Cheng Moyou said such a sentence, but he said it sincerely, without any hypocrisy or politeness.
"Haha, Senior Brother Cheng is honored, but my path is not the way of swordsmanship. However, there are three thousand avenues. Although the paths are different, after reaching a certain level, we can learn from each other. Even when we reach the end, the paths lead to the same destination, and they can even intersect with each other.
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"In this way, you are not lonely, but you can also see the talents of others. Isn't this kind of road and scenery even more exciting?"
Hearing these words, Cheng Moyou's eyes trembled, and he immediately realized something. At that moment, he made the same noise, and the sword in his hand also chanted softly, seeming to be equally excited and happy.
In the end, Cheng Moyou nodded to Ye Wuwei and immediately turned around and jumped off the fighting platform. With the unique style of a swordsman, he strode out of the arena and directly chose to go down the list. He walked cleanly and without any traces.
Any nostalgia.
Only a clear and joyful sword song was left, echoing throughout the world.
"The wind blows, the clouds fly, and the whole world laughs crazily when I walk alone!"
"People are crazy and don't know how to measure themselves! The wind sings and the sword is blown!"
"The sword is unsheathed, the man turns into light, and the snow falls thousands of miles high and the wind blows high!"
"As time passes, where will it hurt? One move to let go of the past..."
For a swordsman, what could be more satisfying than finding the most correct way of swordsmanship?
Glory? Fame?
These are not as good as your own swordsmanship and the long sword in your hand. You can throw them all away without any nostalgia.
Watching Cheng Moyou leave, Ye Wuque also had a bright smile on his face.
After the battle, Ye Wuque became... the 22nd on the human list in a special way!
Bang bang bang...
Thunderous applause resounded. It seemed that everyone was impressed by Cheng Moyou's swordsman style as he turned and left. But looking at Ye Wuque who was independent on the battlefield, the applause became even more thunderous!
Cheng Moyou's swordsman style is outstanding, and Ye Wuque's style is even more peerless!
At this moment, countless disciples of the Holy Way of Heaven were filled with infinite emotion. They became more persistent and strong in their own cultivation path. Their hearts seemed to have been polished and became more tenacious.
Bloody Throne, row ten!
This is the last row of the Bloody Throne, and it is also the highest row!
Every figure that can sit on it exudes unparalleled fluctuations like the roar of the dragon above the nine heavens.
With their position, they can look down on all the disciples of the Holy Way of Heaven present. Even the masters of the human rankings can only accept their overlooking, and these ten of them have this qualification.
Because they are among the top ten on the human list. They are the top ten among the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Holy Way of All Heavens!
Powerful, mysterious and unpredictable!
This is their adjective, and it is also the object that countless disciples of the Holy Way of Heaven look up to and fear.
At this moment, several of the top ten people on the list also looked at Ye Wuque who was on the battlefield.
Before this, no matter what kind of battle took place, how exciting it was, and how overwhelming it was, it did not create any waves or attention in the tenth row.
But at this moment, as Ye Wuque taught Cheng Moyou, Cheng Moyou's move to further his swordsmanship finally attracted the attention of several of them.
"Ye Wuque...this guy is quite interesting."
This was a rich voice, as if his opening was like a vast expanse of land, with countless mammoths running wildly, everything they passed would be trampled into ashes, brutal, domineering, direct!
"The combat ability is pretty good and he has some potential. If you give him a few years, he might be able to match us, but right now... he's still too young and there's still a long way to go."
Another voice sounded, but this time it was a woman's voice.
Indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, like a jade statue sitting cross-legged under the cold moonlight, aloof.
"Hahahaha... Every time there are some dark horses in the ranking competition, I am full of hope every time, hoping that there will be a super dark horse in front of me, but every time I am disappointed, this time this Ye
Will Wu Que be an exception? Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
The third voice sounded, with a hint of arrogance and unruliness in its tone, but more of it was a burning desire, as if expecting a rising star to appear among the 800,000 disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens, who would make the voice more powerful.
Master, please relax your confinement.
These three voices all came from the tenth row of the Scarlet Throne, but the owners of the three voices could not be distinguished, because every figure in the tenth row was surrounded by a strong light of Yuanli, and only a little could be discerned.
The body shape and face cannot be clearly seen at all.
However, at this moment, the independent throne in the tenth row, which represents the third person on the ranking list, was originally shrouded in blazing flames. The flames were purple-red, and they seemed to be able to burn down the void!
But the purple-red flame suddenly cracked a hole, revealing a pair of purple-red eyes that seemed to be flowing with hell magma!
These eyes are so high above the sky, with coldness and a hint of murderous intent shining in them!
And the target of this murderous intention is Ye Wuque, who is walking towards the Blood Throne!
"Ye Wuque... I let you live for half a year... now it's time to die."