As Ye Xiaochuan was suppressed more and more severely in the ring, the worried look in Yun Qiyou's eyes became more and more intense.
"What happened to him? What did he feel from that divine sword at that moment just now that made him so panicked?"
Yun Qiyou couldn't help but have this question in his mind.
Only a few senior elders and some elite disciples have such doubts.
Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan was at a disadvantage, most of the onlookers either thought that Ye Xiaochuan was deliberately holding back, or that Ye Xiaochuan had consumed a lot of his true energy in the earth-shattering match with Sun Yao in the second round, or had suffered a serious injury.
Internal injuries, even though three or four days have passed, he still has not returned to his peak condition.
Chen Mo, who was on the stage, was in a state of shock and confusion. He had watched Ye Xiaochuan's first two rounds of competition, and his strength was extraordinary, especially the one against Sun Yao. He used the Eight Forms of the Divine Sword to completely crush Sun Yao. Ordinarily Ye Xiaochuan's
Your cultivation level should be higher than or not lower than your own.
However, after several rounds of fighting, Chen Mo clearly discovered that Ye Xiaochuan's strength was not as unfathomable as he imagined.
In the close combat, he was originally prepared to face the harassment of Ye Xiaochuan's weird movements, but when he actually faced him, Chen Mo didn't realize how mysterious Ye Xiaochuan's movements were.
Every time the two swords collide, Ye Xiaochuan is knocked back a little. Judging from the power fed back by the fairy sword, Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level should not have reached the middle stage of Yuanshen!
Chen Mo was surprised and then overjoyed!
He seemed to have seen the top ten people gracefully opening their arms to him.
Ye Xiaochuan's strength is getting weaker and weaker. No one knows that at this moment, his heart is actually in a state of turmoil. Wu Feng's bloodthirsty scene is like a tarsal maggot in his mind and memory, and he can't get rid of it.
The reason why he was suppressed by Chen Mo was that he was distracted firstly, and secondly because he had a preconceived notion that the divine sword in his hand was a bloodthirsty magic weapon like the one in the hands of the demon sect, so he did not dare to use it with all his strength.
The true energy is poured into the Divine Sword to prevent it from touching the bloodthirsty seal of the Divine Sword itself again, causing the Divine Sword's power to be unable to be exerted at all.
Seeing that he had been forced to the southern edge of the ring by Chen Mo, he was about to lose.
Xiaochi was scratching his head in the audience!
If Brother Ogawa loses this competition, he will not only lose all the money he finally won in the first two games, but he will probably also be in debt.
She shouted loudly under the ring: "Brother Xiaochuan! Come on! Don't lose!"
Among the many cheers and shouts, Xiaochi's voice was like a wave of waves, making no waves at all. Ye Xiaochuan naturally couldn't hear it.
At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan was in a battle between heaven and man. He knew that he would lose if he continued like this.
However, if he fully mobilizes his true power to counterattack, will Wufeng appear in a strange and bloodthirsty scene again?
Just when he was hesitating, suddenly, there was a bang in his mind, like some kind of energy exploding. Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and backed away.
In this flash of lightning, a strange memory that did not belong to him was forced into his mind and into his soul!
It was in a valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters, surrounded by colorful flowers. In the distance, there was a silver-white waterfall sliding down from a mountain peak, surrounded by water mist, like a dream.
On the branch of a huge tree at the edge of the valley, there were two young men, a man and a woman.
The woman was very beautiful. She was dressed in white. She was almost the most beautiful woman Ye Xiaochuan had ever seen in his life. Even compared to Xiaochi's mother, the nine-tailed fox husband, she was not inferior to her.
The woman was holding a little monkey in her arms. The monkey was very cute, and its paws were playing with the woman's black hair.
The man's appearance looked familiar to Ye Xiaochuan. When he thought about it, he was exactly the same as the man in white in his dream that day, handsome and extraordinary.
In addition, next to the man and the woman, there was a sword each. Ye Xiaochuan took a closer look and saw that it was Wu Feng in his own hand and Zhan Chen in Yun Qiyou's hand!
"Brother Feng, you said it would be great if we were together every day, living a life without fighting in this valley, growing old together, and dying together. Immortality is ultimately illusory, and there are so many amazing talents throughout the ages.
Many of our predecessors have been vainly seeking to break through the path of eternal life, but who can really escape from the three realms and escape from reincarnation?"
The man in white, whom the woman called Brother Feng, smiled faintly and said, "Lian'er, then we will stay here forever and never go out. We will just sit and watch the changing winds and clouds and the setting sun and stars every day."
A happy smile appeared on the beautiful face of the woman in white who called Lian'er. She leaned her head on the shoulder of the man in white and gently stroked the little monkey in her arms with her white palms.
She said faintly: "Although I know this is impossible, I am very happy that you can say these words. Senior Samsarazi used the Tiangang Divine Calculation to deduce our destiny for us ten years ago. He said Wu Feng
I have been entangled with Zhan Chen for three lifetimes and seven lifetimes of long-cherished twin swords. We are enemies in the sixth lifetime and there will be no good results. I am so worried...I am worried that Senior Samsara’s words will come true. These swords with no edge and two swords to slash Chen
It has been passed down for thousands of years, and almost every generation of masters of the double swords has not met a happy death and has been entangled for the rest of their lives."
The man in white gently stopped the woman's shoulder and said softly: "There's nothing to worry about. That bad old man has been a bachelor all his life and won't see others find happiness. I won't leave you."
The woman said: "Brother Feng, why don't we seal the two blood refining magic weapons Wu Feng and Zhan Chen? Senior Samsara Zi said that we are only the sixth life after three lives and seven lives, and we will have to go through another life in the future."
Completely resolve the grudges between these two swords..."
"boom!"
There was another roar in Ye Xiaochuan's mind! All the memory fragments disappeared and merged into four words.
Blood refining magic weapon!
Ye Xiaochuan cursed in his heart that he was so stupid!
The memory fragment of the bloodthirsty sword that he had just remembered made him shocked and confused. Subconsciously, he thought that the sword in his hand was an evil magic weapon.
At this moment, when he heard the woman in white say the words "blood refining magic weapon", he woke up like a dream!
His master Zuidao Ren once told him that the blood-refined magic weapon was a top-notch magic weapon, and only by recognizing its master with blood can one harness the magic weapon's unparalleled spiritual power.
Ye Xiaochuan never thought that the Wufeng in his hand was also a blood-refining magic weapon! It's no wonder that the magic weapon can suck his own blood essence!
However, Ye Xiaochuan's mind flashed back to the man in white he saw in his dream a few days ago. The man once said: "My soul will disperse, and my memory will be merged into your memory.
I hope you can agree to me and agree to the request of a dying person, thank you, young man."
The memory just now was obviously what the Invisible Sword God and Fairy Duan Nian had experienced six thousand years ago.
"Oh my god! That was not a dream! Senior Sword God really integrated his memory into my memory!"
