"Wait!" At this moment, the voice of the head of the family sounded again, so surprised, so disappointed, so low.
The servant subconsciously looked at the stage, and immediately, he was stunned.
On the competition stage, Ye Wuse also took action. His sword was not fast, and it seemed that it did not bring anyone a sense of mystery. It was so simple, just like an ordinary person who had no cultivation at all and could not use a sword.
The sword stabbed out, but it was so accurate. Each sword accurately stabbed the cold star Blizzard transformed by Chengzhiyi Sword Light.
The cold lights of sword stars quietly broke like soap bubbles, turning into illusion, and became so exquisite that sword skills that were incomparable to many low-grade soul saints were easily resolved by Ye Wuse.
"Impossible, impossible!" Cheng Zhiyi's sword was still swinging, but his face no longer had the confidence he had before, and he muttered to himself like a ghost.
His sword technique is called Qingxue Jinglei Sword, which was also taught by Su Muyun. Logically speaking, with his current cultivation level, it is impossible to comprehend, but Su Muyun used the secret technique to forcibly improve his divine consciousness.
It was finally difficult to understand.
He once tried a move with Chen Xinzhong and others. Unless he relied on his strength to suppress, even Lu Qinghong would be difficult to take over his Qingxue Thunder Sword.
If Ye Wuse's strength is far better than him, it is not surprising that such a situation occurs. But the problem is that he and Ye Wuse's cultivation are both at the eighth level of the Dharma Saint, and Ye Wuse's sword momentum, regardless of speed or
His power is far inferior to his, and he even gives him a sense of softness and powerlessness. But why is his mysterious sword skills useless in front of him?
"Give up, you will lose better." Ye Wuse waved his sword with one hand and wiped his eyes with the other hand, and said with a sad look on his face.
"No, I won't lose, I won't lose to you." Cheng Zhiyi roared and injected all the holy energy into the long sword.
Countless sword shadows and cold stars, like light snow and lightning, pouring down towards Ye Wuse.
"It's so touching, so heart-wrenching. Who wrote it? Stand up for me and I promise not to beat you to death!" Ye Wuse also cried out with a sad cry, and the long sword in his hand swung by, two lines of tears, at the same time,
It burst out from its socket, but the gaze became brighter, as if it could see through all the illusions in the world and through all things in the world.
At one moment, everyone had a feeling: the whole world was integrated into Ye Wuse's sadness, or in other words, in extreme sorrow, he was integrated into all things in the world. It seemed simple and simple
The sword is thus in line with heaven and earth, returning to nature, and the sword will be natural!
It turns out that what he said was true. The sadder it was, the more powerful it was!
In a sword, there were thousands of changes! I saw sword shadows like light snow and lightning, and cold stars, like snowflakes under the scorching sun, melting quietly, turning into a hazy phantom, covering the figures of the two.
In the audience, everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the two figures that were difficult to distinguish between reality and reality in the hazy phantom.
"Knock!" As the sword fell to the ground, the phantom dissipated, and the figures of the two clearly came into view.
Cheng Zhiyi stood there blankly, his face turned gray, the sword in his hand had fallen to the ground, and the other sword was pressing against the vital points of his heart. He just needed to send it lightly.
It can take his life.
"Now, you should believe what I said. When I am sad, it's really amazing." Ye Wuse said slowly.