While the two were talking, the battle on the ring had already begun.
Yin Ziming poured his internal energy into the long sword, and only such a good sword could withstand such an injection of internal energy.
A faint light shone on the long sword, and a sword force shot up from Yin Ziming's body. Baili Sect was one of the top sword sects in China.
Yin Ziming is the most outstanding disciple among them.
He was the most powerful swordsman genius. Yin Ziming didn't hesitate at all. He slashed out with his sword, and with a fierce sword wind, he killed the young swordsman of the Japanese country.
He didn't hold anything back. Now it was a battle for the country's dignity. As soon as it came up, he used his killing move.
The moment Yin Ziming slashed at the young swordsman, the figure of the young swordsman from the Japanese country flashed and disappeared in the ring. A look of horror flashed in Yin Ziming's eyes. This man was so fast.
"Whoa!"
The young swordsman appeared behind Yin Ziming in an instant, and struck Yin Ziming's back with a palm. Yin Ziming's reaction was equally fast, turning around and sweeping his sword to cut off the young swordsman's waist.
The young swordsman retreated quickly, but Yin Ziming's sword energy was too strong. He struck the young swordsman from the Japanese country, but it did not hurt him, but only cut his clothes.
"What a sword!" The young swordsman couldn't help shouting.
"The Japanese ninjutsu is also very powerful, but I must defeat you." Yin Ziming also said loudly.
The long sword in his hand turned, and the light became even brighter. In an instant, the long sword in Yin Ziming's hand turned into streaks of light and shadow, all over the air, floating in the air, as if a hundred swords were stabbing the Japanese swordsman at the same time.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Yin Ziming used Baili Zong's killing move at once to quickly defeat this Japanese young man.
"My sword is equally good. Remember, this sword is called the demon sword - Muramasa!" the young Japanese swordsman said in a cold voice. His eyes turned cold and he slashed at Yin Ziming with his sword.
"clang!"
The swords met and sparked a burst of sparks. Yin Ziming took a few steps back and immediately looked at the Japanese sword in the hands of the Japanese youth in horror.
His demon-slaying sword was cut off by the long sword in his hand, but this Japanese sword was actually able to remain intact despite the intersection of the swords.
"What kind of sword is this? It's so powerful. It can actually compete with Yin Ziming's peerless sword."
"This Eastern sword is not simple. It is definitely better than Yin Ziming's original demon-slaying sword. It is actually comparable to his peerless sword."
Hearing the discussions of the warriors around him, Ye Qinghuan sneered. This sword wanted to be comparable to his flying sword. It was a good idea, but it was just that Yin Ziming's strength was too weak.
Besides, the most powerful thing about his flying sword is not that it is sharp and hard at all, but that it can fly in the air!
On the arena, the figures of the young warriors disappeared again, making everyone feel horrified. The ninjutsu of this Japanese country was so powerful that no one could even see their figures.
"Whoa!"
The figure of the young swordsman instantly appeared in the air. The demon sword Muramasa in his hand was filled with unparalleled sword energy. The fierce wind howled as if it cut through the space and struck Yin Ziming.
"One sword cuts through the air!"
Yin Ziming once again used Baili Zong's killing move. He swung out his long sword and collided with the young swordsman's demon sword. A crisp sound of metal hitting each other shook the canyon.
"Whoa!"
Before Yin Ziming had time to rejoice at all, the young swordsman disappeared again and reappeared behind Yin Ziming in an instant.
Taking action in an instant, Yin Ziming didn't react at all, and barely used his sword to block the young swordsman's demonic sword. With the peerless sword in his hand, Yin Ziming just blocked this fatal blow.
Then the young man suddenly hit Yin Ziming's chest with a palm. He could no longer respond. The young swordsman's palm was powerful and powerful with all his strength.
Yin Ziming immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He stabilized his body, knelt on one knee, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly inserted into the ground.
Yin Ziming was kicked off the ring and lost!
Lost? Yin Ziming actually lost. The warriors from all major sects looked at this scene in horror. They couldn't believe that Yin Ziming actually lost like this.
The number one genius in China, holding a peerless sword in his hand, is no match for this young man. This is really incredible.
Is the strength of the Japanese country already so strong? Or is it that the martial arts of China has really declined?
"Brother Yin Ziming!"
Lin Shiyu screamed in surprise, and quickly ran over to help Yin Ziming, regardless of her own injuries.
Yin Ziming did not get up. He still kept his sword on the ground with one hand and kneeled on one knee. He looked up at the cold young Japanese swordsman, but his heart was filled with bitterness.
He lost. At this most critical moment, he actually lost. What he lost was the face of the entire China.
When he got this peerless sword, he thought that he was already invincible among the young disciples, but now the appearance of this Japanese swordsman completely shattered his thoughts.
Not only Yin Ziming, but other warriors also felt very bitter in their hearts. Yin Ziming lost, and they felt very aggrieved. They were slapped severely in the face by Japanese warriors. It was really embarrassing.
He was still said to be the number one genius in China before, but now he was defeated by the young swordsman of Japan.
"This, how is this possible?"
"This Yin Ziming is such a waste. It's disappointing. He can't even defeat a Japanese swordsman."
Some warriors said one after another and began to complain to Yin Ziming. After all, they believed in Yin Ziming so much before.
"Elders, how are you?" the middle-aged swordsman asked proudly from the stands.
"No need to say more, I will fulfill my promise. Twenty bottles of elixirs will be handed over to you naturally!" the old man in gray said with an embarrassed look.
He never thought that Yin Ziming would lose. He had a magic weapon in his hand. He never thought that this young swordsman from the Japanese country also had such a perverted weapon in his hand.
"Haha, don't worry." The middle-aged swordsman from the Japanese country said with a smile.
This faint smile made several people in the Elder Pavilion feel a little uneasy. What other tricks does this person have?
At this moment, the young swordsman standing proudly on the ring smiled coldly, looking at the warriors scolding around him, and suddenly showed a disdainful expression.
This is what Chinese people like. When they worship you, they can lift you to the sky. Once you fail, every one of them would like to step on you hard.
What kind of future can such a nation have? They might as well submit to their Japanese country, the young swordsman said with a sneer.
He turned his eyes and immediately looked at a tall figure below, and said loudly: "In the past few days, some warriors from Jiangdong said that you are the strongest among the younger generation. Some even said that you are simply a demon. You are very powerful."
I want to try to see what you are capable of!"
"Do you dare to come up and fight?"
The young swordsman holds a demon sword and points it directly at Ye Qinghuan!