Fu Zhuo was not convinced, and snorted: "It is impossible to have a reversal. The difference in realm lies there. In terms of martial arts and martial arts, Ye Mingchuan did not lose to Yang Qingxuan at all, and even surpassed him. Why should he win? Is it just based on what you said? , the illusory so-called Dao heart? Cut!"
You Ye thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Hey, I don't know how he will turn around, but at least now he still has a great chance of winning."
Fu Zhuo frowned and said: "You don't even know, how do you know that he has a great chance of winning?"
You Ye laughed and said: "Look at Wu Qiyue, her complexion is as cold as ice, with a little bit of murderous intent, because Yang Qingxuan was beaten, and the murderous intent was condensed by the anger in her heart, but there was no trace of worry in her eyes, that is to say, Wu Qiyue I still have great confidence in Yang Qingxuan. And I have great confidence in Wu Qiyue."
Fu Zhuo sneered: "This reason is too ridiculous!"
You Ye said: "Don't talk about it, just watch quietly. When Wu Qiyue started to worry, it was Yang Qingxuan who was really in trouble. You have to learn to judge from many aspects. You are always so simple and single-minded. I am very worried about you."
His tone was full of accusations.
Fu Zhuo: "..."
On the ring, Ye Mingchuan succeeded with one move, laughed wildly, and said: "Haha, garbage is garbage after all, even if you step into the late stage of Zhenwu, it is useless, the gap in realm can only be bridged by those peerless geniuses, and you This level of talent is not even worthy of carrying my shoes!"
With a big laugh, he raised his spear and attacked again.
Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath and raised his sword to meet the enemy.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Sword shadows and electric spears fluttered and shot in all directions.
The two fought faster and faster. Yang Qingxuan's sword was powerful and swift like the wind, but there was a gap in his cultivation after all. Being suppressed by Ye Mingchuan's powerful force, he was still unable to break through, and the territory of the sword was getting smaller and smaller.
"Die!"
Ye Mingchuan kicked over at once, gold and jade covered his entire leg.
Yang Qingxuan swung his sword across and stood in front of him.
"Boom!"
With that kick, the light on the sword immediately dissipated, and Yang Qingxuan stepped back a few steps.
Only after fighting Ye Mingchuan did he realize how strong this Jinyu's restraint on true energy was, and it almost added more than 30% of its attack power. No wonder Ye Mingchuan was able to occupy the top spot of Yunchuan Academy.
"I've had enough fun, this trick... I'll send you on your way!"
A murderous look flashed in Ye Mingchuan's eyes, the electric spear was inserted into the ground, and his hands were clasped together in front of him.
Suddenly, the armor on his body merged with the electric spear, and continued to expand with the increase of true energy, and the spiritual energy above the entire ring was drawn.
"Beyond gold and jade—lightning and thunder!"
A piece of lightning exploded from his body, and the electric spear made a sharp cry, and suddenly formed countless spear shadows in the air, all carrying a powerful arc, covering the entire arena.
Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed drastically, and he stabbed into the ground with the spirit of fighting ghosts, making a tactic with one hand, the martial soul seal on the center of his brows lit up, and swords pierced through the air, piercing the surrounding ground, the sword energy shuttled around, countering the Lightning Spear.
"Huh? Your kid's martial soul is a bit strange. It's not an ordinary sword weapon, but everything is useless and futile."
Ye Mingchuan said coldly: "As long as you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, and lick the soles of my shoes in front of that beautiful woman, I can consider to spare your life."
Yang Qingxuan didn't say a word until now, and said: "Are you mentally ill?"
"Hmph, then go to hell!"
Ye Mingchuan got angry in a cold voice, made a tactic with one hand, and slammed down wildly. The thunder and light that filled the sky fell like rain in an instant, hitting the top of the piece of sword energy, and rippled continuously.
Yang Qingxuan could only feel the qi and blood in his body surging, and the surrounding swords trembled "buzzing", as if it was difficult to bear the powerful force beyond gold and jade.
As soon as the seal in his hand changed, the light between his brows became a bit brighter, and the sword souls calmed down, and the barrier surrounded by sword energy became stronger.
Ye Mingchuan's eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted: "Impossible! How can your garbage martial soul block my gold and jade!"
With a clap of both hands, the electric spears shooting all over the sky became more urgent.
The sword world, which was a little more stable just now, was broken again, ripples spread out, and even the sword began to shatter.
Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to grab it, and pulled out the Ghost Fighting God on the ground, then withdrew from the sword world and rushed directly into the thunder and light spear.
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked, their eyes widened, and they became extremely nervous.
Wu Qiyue's body trembled, a rippling appeared in her eyes, which slowly turned blue, and she thought to herself, "Are we going to decide the outcome?"
Yang Qingxuan carried Fighting Ghosts and God, and rushed into the electric rain. His pace was not fast, but every step he took was very calm.
Wherever he passed, the lightning spears around him couldn't fall down, and were slowly dissipating.
"What?!"
Ye Mingchuan was shocked, the thunder that filled the sky seemed to have lost its power all at once, and he could even feel a wave of fear from the armor on his body.
"How? How did this happen? What's going on?!"
Not only Ye Mingchuan, but everyone was dumbfounded. They saw Yang Qingxuan walking over step by step, and the thunderstorm that filled the sky continued to recede, as if they were afraid of this person and did not dare to shoot him down.
"Could it be..."
Qing Buli stood up abruptly, with horror in his eyes.
Ding Yuan also thought of something, the two looked at each other and immediately guessed what the other was thinking.
Lu Jiangpeng didn't dare to take a breath when he watched, and said anxiously: "What is it? Don't hesitate!"
Ding Yuan swallowed for a while, with fear on his face, he shook his head and said, "Impossible, impossible."
Qing Buli shot a stern light in his eyes, and said: "Only in this way can the explanation make sense, there is nothing wrong, it must be like that!"
Ding Yuan stayed there in a daze, feeling a little absent-minded.
Lu Jiangpeng was furious, and shouted: "What are you talking about, why can't you explain it clearly?!"
The people around were also extremely anxious, and they pricked up their ears to listen.
Su Ze also worried: "King Wu, what is it?"
Qing Buli spit out a few words slowly, said: "Martial spirit suppression!"
As soon as the four words came out, there were mixed reactions. Several elders immediately understood what they meant, and their faces all changed. Only a group of students remained, still ignorant.
Su Ying asked anxiously: "What is martial soul suppression?"
Su Ze pondered for a while, then said: "It is said that when a person's martial soul is of high quality, he will have a spontaneous majesty, suppressing martial souls of a lower level than him."
Chen Ting said with great joy: "Yang Qingxuan's martial spirit is purple king level, so it suppresses Ye Mingchuan's golden jade!"
Qing Buli shook his head and said: "Even though a king-level martial soul is rare, the power of the martial soul produced is limited, and it is impossible to suppress a powerful inherited martial soul like 'Golden Jade Beyond'."
(end of this chapter)