Watching the battle between Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the stage, Murong Yao in the audience flashed a look of worry. She had personally experienced Li Xianjun's strength. From the time when Li Xianjun was able to leave safely, she already knew that she
She is no match for Li Xianjun. It should be said that the gap between her and Li Xianjun is still a bit big!
As for Yang Ye's strength, she only had a rough understanding of Yang Ye's strength, but she didn't know exactly how strong it was, so she was a little worried about the battle between Li Xianjun and Yang Ye.
Somewhere under the No. 9 competition stage, Wen Renyue from Baihua Palace looked at Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the stage and said, "Leng Xinran, do you know who will live and who will die between them?"
Leng Xinran, who was standing next to Wen Renyue, pondered for a moment and said: "Both of them are strong!"
Wen Renyue nodded and said: "I have fought against Yang Ye, he is very strong, and this Li Xianjun, since his status can be higher than that of Shura who has realized the murderous intention, he must not be a fuel-efficient lamp.
.The two of them are now colliding with each other, and this battle will be fought!"
"Have you ever fought against Yang Ye?" Leng Xinran asked.
Wen Renyue nodded and said: "He is very strong and very mysterious. I am not sure that I will defeat him!"
Thinking of the strength that Yang Ye had shown, Leng Xinran nodded in agreement, and then looked at Yang Ye on the stage without saying anything, but she remembered that Yang Ye still owed her two Ice Spirit Fruits!
On the palace wall, invisible to everyone, watching the battle between Yang Ye and Li Xianjun in the audience, Su Qingshi also had a look of worry in her eyes. The withered bones not far from her had a calm expression.
, with a faint smile on his face, as if Li Xianjun was bound to win.
For the sake of the fairness of the competition, the elders of the mysterious masters who participated in the Qingyun Ranking were not allowed to appear on the field, and could only stand in this place to watch the competition, because it had happened that the elders of the masters had forced their disciples to die in order to prevent them from dying.
Interfering in the competition. Therefore, since then, the Great Qin Empire has specially arranged such a place for these seniors!
"Brother Yu Heng, your sword sect's Yang Ye's strength is indeed good, but compared with this Li Xianjun, he is still a little behind after all. You must know that this Li Xianjun is already at the peak of the ninth rank of Xiantian at this time!" Yuan
Qing Yunzi from the door looked at Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the competition stage and smiled lightly.
Yu Heng said softly: "Brother Qingyun should know that for monsters like them, the gap between several levels is nothing."
"Really?" Qingyunzi smiled lightly, and then said: "Then let's wait and see whether the Sword Sect or the Ghost Sect wins in this Qingyun Ranking."
Yu Heng was speechless, and there was a flash of worry deep in his eyes. He was not worried about life and death, but worried about what the Sword Sect would do if Yang Ye lost. You know, the Sword Sect really needs someone to break in at this time.
In the first thirty years, fight for more city quotas for Jianzong. Otherwise, Jianzong will be in an extremely embarrassing situation in the next few years!
Although the withered bones on the side have a calm expression, his heart is not calm at this time. In the Qingyun Mountains, the Ghost Sect has lost Shura and another disciple, so Li Xianjun is particularly important at this time. If Li Xianjun wins, the sword
Zong will decline more and more this year in the future, which is of course a great thing for the Ghost Sect!
But if Li Xianjun loses, then the Ghost Sect will become more and more declining in the next few years, because at this time, the only one participating in the competition is Li Xianjun. If Li Xianjun loses, it means that the Ghost Sect will not only lose a super genius, but also lose a super genius.
In the next few years, the Ghost Sect will be like the Sword Sect today, with no one in the outer sect!
Therefore, whether it is against the Sword Sect or the Ghost Sect, this battle is crucial, neither of the two sects can afford to lose!
"Peng!"
On the competition stage, a loud noise suddenly came out, and then Yang Ye and Li Xianjun separated.
Holding the Purple Spirit Sword and looking at Li Xianjun across from him, Yang Ye's face turned slightly solemn. It had to be said that the Li Xianjun in front of him was indeed powerful. The opponent was extremely powerful in terms of combat reaction and his own strength, especially the strange sword in Li Xianjun's hand.
The black sickle made him a little afraid. If the Purple Spirit Sword had not been a Taoist weapon, I am afraid that the Purple Spirit Sword would have been destroyed by this black sickle!
At this time, Li Xianjun also had a solemn face, without any smile on his face. Since the fight with Yang Ye, he knew that he seemed to underestimate Yang Ye, who had understood the sword intention in front of him. Because Yang Ye had not used the sword intention before.
We fought evenly with him!
With a gentle breath, Li Xianjun waved his hand, and the black sickle cut through the air, pointing directly at Yang Ye opposite, and said: "Use all your strength, otherwise you will have no chance!"
Yang Ye didn't talk nonsense. He stepped on the ground with his right foot. With the help of the force coming from the ground, he shot towards Li Xianjun like a cannonball. On the way, he moved his wrist, a golden light flashed by, and a golden sword energy took the lead.
It shot out and arrived in front of Li Xianjun in an instant!
Seeing the golden sword energy surging towards him, Li Xianjun snorted coldly, and lightly swiped the black sickle in his hand. With a sound of 'chi', Yang Ye's golden sword energy was instantly split into two. However, at this moment,
Li Xianjun's expression suddenly changed, then he turned his wrist and blocked the black sickle in front of him!
"clang!"
Li Xianjun's black sickle was just in front of him when the purple spirit sword in Yang Ye's hand hit his sickle. The huge force made Li Xianjun take a few steps back.
After knocking back Li Xianjun with one sword, Yang Ye did not stop and used the Wind Step. He was in front of Li Xianjun in an instant. Then he turned his wrist and swung the Purple Spirit Sword quickly.
Yang Ye's sword speed is not as fast as Murong Yao's, but Murong Yao's power is not as great as Yang Ye's. Every time Yang Ye's sword hits Li Xianjun's sickle, there will be a loud noise in the field, and then Li Xianjun is
Will take a few steps back.
At this time, Yang Ye's attack was like a violent storm, suppressing Li Xianjun tightly, and everyone in the audience was shocked to see it.
"What a powerful force!"
Seeing Yang Ye knocking Li Xianjun backwards with every sword strike, Leng Xinran from the Ice and Snow Palace was a little shocked.
Wen Renyue beside her nodded in agreement. She had experienced Yang Ye's power before, but Yang Ye's power at that time was not as powerful as it is now. Obviously, in the Qingyun Mountains, Yang Ye's physical body
The strength has definitely increased again.
On the side of Arena No. 1, Qin Youran glanced at Arena No. 9, and then closed his eyes and stopped watching. For him, his opponent was Yuantong, and the only other people he could face squarely was Yuantong.
The two girls from the Baihua Palace and the Ice and Snow Palace. Yang Ye and Li Xianjun from the Ghost Sect in front of him may be considered good in the eyes of others, but in Qin Youran's eyes, they are still a bit unsatisfactory!
"I didn't expect Yang Ye to be so strong and able to pin down Li Xianjun and beat him!" A mysterious person in the audience was shocked.
"It's just a warm-up now. The real show is yet to come. Let's wait and see whether this time the Sword Sect will be defeated or the Ghost Sect will be defeated!"
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On the No. 9 competition stage, Li Xianjun has already retreated to the edge of the competition stage. If he retreats a few feet, he will have to admit defeat. Of course he will not admit defeat like this!
"Peng!"
He was knocked back a few steps by Yang Ye's sword, and when Yang Ye came to Li Xianjun again, Li Xianjun did not block with the sickle in his hand, but shouted: "Blood Shadow Step!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xianjun's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and he moved a foot away to the right, and then he drew the sickle in his hand towards Yang Ye's head with a sharp and harsh sound of breaking the wind.
Feeling the sickle coming, Yang Ye's expression remained unchanged. He made a mistake in his steps and dodged the sickle. Then, the purple spirit sword in his hand was slashed across Li Xianjun's abdomen. However, at this time, Li Xianjun mysteriously disappeared again.
The spot appeared on the left side of Yang Ye, and then the sickle suddenly came to the top of Yang Ye's head.
This time, Yang Ye's face changed slightly. The opponent's movement was so weird. He didn't have time to think about anything else, and the purple spirit in his hand came forward!
"clang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded again in the field.
While blocking Li Xianjun's sickle, Yang Ye's left hand did not point to the sword. With a slight movement, a golden sword energy suddenly shot out at Li Xianjun.
Li Xianjun's expression changed, and his figure flashed, but it was still a little late, and the golden sword energy passed through his left shoulder.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience exclaimed!
The withered bones standing on the city gate tower's face darkened. He didn't expect that Li Xianjun would be injured first, but fortunately, it was not fatal, but Yang Ye didn't seem to be as weak as he thought before.
ah!
Su Qingshi and Yu Heng on the side were overjoyed. Li Xianjun's injury gave them hope of victory.