Ye Leng is firmly ranked second among the disciples of Jiange Cabinet. His strength is undoubtedly second to Jian Fenghan. In addition, he has a special trump card for Wu Dalang and has developed countermeasures. It is definitely a stable score.
point.
If he faced Wu Dalang, Ye Leng's winning rate would be at least 60%.
But now, his opponent has become Ximen Qing, the chief cabinet disciple of Dao Pavilion.
The winning rate has plummeted to less than 20%.
However, it is definitely not Ye Leng's character to give up.
"Ximen Qing, your Sword Pavilion is really good!" Ye Leng said in a deep voice.
Ximen Qing's eyes flickered twice, and his face looked a little ugly.
Ximen Qing was actually very disgusted with the above arrangement.
His opponent should be Jian Fenghan.
In Ximen Qing's heart, apart from Jian Fenghan, looking at the nearly a thousand cabinet disciples in the entire Jiange, no one was qualified to be his opponent.
But how can a small cabinet disciple like Ximen Qing influence the decisions of Dao Pavilion's top brass?
In the final analysis, Ximen Qing, Wu Dalang and Hou Yuan are just small chess pieces.
"No need to say more, you and me, the sword speaks for itself." Ximen Qing said in a deep voice, and then he turned his palm, and a broad-backed broadsword with shining golden light appeared in his hand, and the turbulent momentum rose into the sky, "Ye Leng, you go first
Draw your sword, otherwise, you won't even have a chance to take action."
This is Ximen Qing's pride.
Ye Leng didn't talk nonsense. He gathered his hands in front of his chest and quickly changed his hand seals.
Following Ye Leng's movements, the long sword he carried behind his back began to tremble violently, and then it was unsheathed with a "clang" sound, hanging above Ye Leng's head, spinning slowly.
A strong sword intent kept surging out.
A sharp whistling sound resounded.
The next moment, Ye Leng suddenly pointed to both sides with his hands.
With a "buzz" sound, a wave of air swept away quickly with Ye Leng as the center.
At the same time, the long sword above his head trembled violently, then split into two, then split into four, and then split into eight... In the blink of an eye, behind Ye Leng,
Countless swords appeared densely packed.
Every sword is a real thing, not a shadow!
With more and more swords, Ye Leng's momentum is also rising rapidly.
Ximen Qing, however, always watched all this with calm eyes and did not interrupt or interfere.
"Ximen Qing, you will pay the price for underestimating me!" Ye Leng stared at Ximen Qing, put his hands together, pinched a sword formula and pointed forward fiercely, and shouted loudly at the same time, "Wan Jian Gui Gui"
Yuan!"
At the same time as the sound sounded, countless swords behind Ye Leng trembled at the same time, and then flew towards Ximen Qing.
Countless swords gathered into a long river that shocked people's eyes, turbulent, vast, and endlessly rushing.
A sharp whistling sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
Facing this terrifying attack, Ximen Qing's face sank like water, and he took half a step back with his right leg. At the same time, he grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed out with the knife at an angle.
A shining sword shot through the air.
In an instant, they collided with countless long swords.
"boom!!!"
An earth-shattering and terrifying sound exploded between the heaven and the earth.
A hall master from the Jiange Pavilion and the Sword Pavilion stepped in to maintain the formation of the arena.
Otherwise, if this terrifying energy breaks through the formation and sweeps out, it may cause unimaginable damage.
Soon, the energy gradually died down.
The two people appeared on the stage.
All standing.
"call!"
A gust of wind blew by.
Suddenly, a figure swayed twice, bent its legs, and hit its knees heavily on the ground.
Ye Leng knelt down on one knee, holding the sword in his right hand to hold on to prevent himself from falling completely.
His face was as pale as paper, his lips had no color at all, and his body was trembling.
His eyes were full of horror.
In fact, Ye Leng had no hope of winning.
But just now he had used his strongest attack, but was defeated by Ximen Qing with a casual blow, which still dealt Ye Leng a considerable blow.
Even though they are both half-step supreme, the difference in strength is actually so huge!
"Ye Leng, you lose." Ximen Qing said lightly.
Then he put away his knife and stepped down.
Ye Leng finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down on the stage with a "pop".
He looked at the sky, but his vision gradually became blurry.
next moment.
Ye Leng's head tilted and he fainted completely.
Ye Leng's master flew onto the stage and took him down with a cold face.
Today's first battle ends here.
Jiange, a disastrous defeat!
Soon, the second game begins.
Jian Fenghan took the stage with a calm face.
On the other side of the Sword Pavilion, Hou Yuan stood up slowly with a solemn expression.
As a result, as soon as Hou Yuang came on stage, he was slashed away by Jian Fenghan without even saying a word.
This match can almost be seen as a replica of the first match. Jian Fenghan also easily defeated Hou Yuan with one sword and scored one point.
The current score between the two sides is four to four.
The final outcome will be determined in the final competition.
And the two sides in this battle are Jiange Lin Fan and Daoge Wu Dalang!
"Junior brother Lin Fan, the next step is up to you." After Jian Fenghan stepped down from the stage, he came to Lin Fan and patted his shoulder.
Lin Fan's face straightened and he said loudly: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely defeat Wu Dalang and win the final victory for my sword pavilion!"
Jian Fenghan said: "Junior Brother Lin, I know you have defeated Wu Dalang before, but this time is different. Swords and swords must not be used with any foreign objects. The sword energy that defeated Wu Dalang that day, even if you still have it, will not be able to defeat Wu Dalang."
It cannot be used, otherwise it will result in a direct loss due to violation of the rules. And as far as I know, Wu Dalang went into seclusion to practice hard some time ago, and I am afraid that he has prepared some unknown trump card, so you must be careful."
"Um!"
Lin Fan nodded heavily.
At this time, a bell rang.
The final round of competition is about to begin.
Wu Dalang couldn't wait to rush onto the stage, holding the black sword "Fierce Ba" in one hand, pointing at Lin Fan, and shouted loudly, "Lin Fan! Why don't you come on stage quickly! Today, I will beat you hard."
Trampled underfoot!”
Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Wu Dalang on the stage, and slowly stood up.
"Junior Brother Lin Fan, come on!"
"If you can defeat Wu Daluang once, you can defeat him a second time!"
"The final victory must belong to my sword pavilion!"
"..."
Countless Jiange disciples shouted loudly.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt strong expectations and heavy pressure at the same time.
However, these pressures instantly transformed into endless motivation.
Lin Fan's eyes were bright, he tapped the ground with his toes, and flew onto the stage.
"If Junior Brother Lin wins, his reputation among the disciples of the Jiange Cabinet will be second only to Senior Brother Jian Fenghan, but if he loses, I'm afraid he will be reviled countless times." Letian looked at Lin Fan on the stage and said in a deep voice.
"Let's see who dares!"
Beside Lotte, Mo Wentian's eyes widened and he said loudly: "No matter whether Junior Brother Lin Fan wins or loses, he is the hero of my sword pavilion, and he is proud! If anyone talks behind his back, I will not be the first to forgive him!"
Lotte said: "I will not allow this to happen. Just watch, Junior Brother Lin Fan, maybe he will give us a surprise."
"Yeah!" Mo Wentian nodded.
On stage.
Wu Dalang smiled sinisterly at Lin Fan and said, "Lin Fan, you are finally here. I have been waiting for this day for a long time!"
"You're just a defeated general, I don't know how shameful you are to shout about it!" Lin Fan sneered and said disdainfully.
Wu Dalang carried the fierce bully on his shoulders, put his left hand on his hips, and said loudly: "Lin Fan, you want to disturb my mind and mess up my mood before the battle? Haha, it's better to put away this little trick as soon as possible. How dare you try to do the same thing with your little tricks?
!”
Lin Fan said calmly: "I really don't know who is using tricks."
"Stop talking nonsense! Let's fight!"
Wu Dalang's expression changed, he pointed the long knife at Lin Fan with a "swish" sound, and shouted violently.
"I think so too."
Lin Fan responded in a deep voice.
At the same time, the space beside him was slightly distorted twice, and a giant sword surrounded by demonic energy appeared beside him.