"Be careful." Ye Futian said softly, the people of Sword Saint Villa are not simple.
The person who can survive until now must be a very powerful person.
Ye Wuchen nodded slightly and stepped out to the center of the battlefield. Many people's eyes fell on his one-armed sword and the sword carried behind him. Is this a one-armed sword cultivator
I don’t know what’s so special about it that it can be retained until now.
"Yan Nan, a member of the Sword God Villa, is an eighth-level prince."
"Ye Wuchen, a ninth-level prince."
"Disabled first." Yan Nan made a gesture of invitation, but the word disabled was particularly harsh. People around him looked at Yan Nan in surprise. With his status, he shouldn't humiliate others like this, unless he is What grudges there are.
However, everyone who walked out of Chen Road knew why. Yan Nan, who must have come from Sword Saint Villa, was extremely unhappy with Ye Wuchen and Ye Futian for taking away the remains of Feijian City. In his opinion, it was supposed to be their place of cultivation. , Ye Wuchen, an unknown one-armed man, what qualifications does he have to inherit the ruins of his Sword Saint Villa
Yan Nan really thought so. It was a shame for a disabled person to inherit the ruins that should have belonged to them.
Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's expressions suddenly became extremely ugly, and an extremely cold light shot out from their eyes. There was even a hint of coldness coming out of Ye Futian's body, while Yu Sheng clenched his fists and made a crackling sound. sound.
Disabled
They did not forget how Ye Wuchen's arm was broken.
Ye Wuchen's eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced at Yan Nan. He didn't have a strong reaction. He was even calmer than Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He had gradually accepted the one-armed one-arm. As he practiced and cultivated his mind, his arms were no longer so strong. Importantly, he kept the master's words in mind. The swordsman, and more importantly, the sword's heart was clear.
Sword intent flowed around his body, and his body seemed to have turned into a sword body. The light was bright, and thousands of swords followed his heart, surrounding him and clanking.
Ye Wuchen pointed his finger forward, and in an instant thousands of swords came out, killing Yan Nan like a rain of swords.
Yan Nan watched Ye Wuchen's movements indifferently, did the sword power bloom in front of him
Behind him, a sword light suddenly bloomed, as if a giant sword appeared. In an instant, the vast sword intent swept over and condensed into one. The giant sword gradually solidified, and a terrifying sword energy storm appeared around it. The sword trembled, then seemed to be unsheathed, and it moved forward to kill.
The heavy sword of the Nine Swords of Heaven and Man has no edge.
The moment the giant sword fell, Ye Wuchen's sword energy seemed to have stopped flowing, and the sword energy bypassed the heavy sword.
They are both sword cultivators, but Yan Nan is an eighth-level prince and Ye Wuchen is a ninth-level prince. Yan Nan has a higher realm, and his sword intent is pure and powerful, which is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary sword cultivators.
However, the sword energy blooming from Ye Wuchen did not stop at all, and the sword energy flowed crazily all over the sky. He inherited the inheritance of the sages of the Holy Dao Palace in Feijian City, and naturally gained something.
At this moment, the sword intent all over the sky seemed to turn into a sword in a regular pattern, and then it flowed in one direction and hit the light curtain of the giant sword that was coming forward to kill.
A sharp and harsh sound came out, and everyone looked at the battlefield. The sword energy filled the sky, which was extremely spectacular. The light curtain of the giant sword gradually appeared cracks, and then broke. The infinite sword energy stabbed on the giant sword. In the end, even that sword The edgeless heavy sword also had countless cracks and patterns, and eventually turned into fragments of the sword and scattered invisible.
Yan Nan glanced at Ye Wuchen indifferently. He still had some strength. He flashed and penetrated through thousands of swords like a sharp sword. When he landed in the void, another sword came out. Appearing behind him, it broke through the air in an instant, like lightning. The sword energy that blocked the light of the sword exploded and shattered. The sword pierced Ye Wuchen's eyebrows so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.
Many people's hearts tightened involuntarily, it was so fast that it was difficult for their eyes to follow, it was like a ray of light.
This is the light and shadow sword among the Nine Swords of Heaven.
At this time, Ye Wuchen's eyebrows were filled with extremely bright sword intent, and then the tyrannical sword intent turned into a straight sharp sword and shot out. The two lightning lights collided, and Ye Wuchen's body retreated, but Seeing this moment, Ye Wuchen felt a strong threat.
His body suddenly moved to the right and turned into a sword shadow. A popping sound was heard. Ye Wuchen's left sleeve was cut off directly. A sword light flashed away, which was difficult to see with the naked eye.
"It's so dangerous." Everyone stared at the battlefield.
"Sword Saint Villa's Nine Swords of Heaven and Man, this is the sword of light and darkness. The sword of light and shadow is in the light and the sword of shadow is in the dark. The sword of light and darkness is difficult to practice. I didn't expect that Yan Nan's talent is good at the sword of light and darkness. It is commendable. ." The big shots in the Holy Palace praised this scene.
"You should be grateful that you are a cripple." Yan Nan's voice came out, and Ye Wuchen looked at the cut off sleeves, which were empty.
"Wuchen." Ye Futian was a little nervous. He knew Ye Wuchen very well. With his temperament, he would not give up easily in the way of swordsmanship. He would rather break than bend. And this Yan Nan is a dangerous person.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen looked at Yan Nan and saw the opponent's fingers stretched out, with sword energy flowing through his fingertips. Ye Wuchen closed his eyes.
The light and shadow sword has traces to follow, and the shadow sword is hard to guard against. Ye Wuchen's understanding of the sword should not be ignored, but he did not notice it, which proved the power of the shadow sword. Since his eyes were useless, he closed his eyes.
"It looks like you don't want it anymore with those eyes." Yan Nan sneered, but at this moment, he saw Ye Wuchen's body moving, bathed in endless sword energy, as if a straight sword was shooting towards him.
Yan Nan pointed his finger into the void. In an instant, the infinite sword energy gathered into a terrifying heavy sword, which fell from the sky and directly stabbed Ye Wuchen's body, killing and crushing everything.
The sword energy on Ye Wuchen's body flowed wildly and rolled up into the sky, but at the same time, Yan Nan also stepped out and walked towards Ye Wuchen.
The battle of sword cultivators has always been the most dangerous, as one sword can make you a prince.
For sword cultivators, the danger of close combat will increase exponentially. However, Ye Wuchen is not afraid, so how can he, Yan Nan, be afraid of sword combat
The sword energy above Ye Wuchen's head collided wildly, and a sword appeared in front of Yan Nan. As he pointed his finger forward, the light and shadow sword bloomed in an instant, and each sword seemed to have turned into something. A ray of light shot toward Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen also pointed forward with his finger. In an instant, several sword screens appeared in front of him, all unified, turning into nine sword energy, shooting towards the opponent's light and shadow sword, colliding in the void.
However, a strong sense of crisis was born again, and it was the same feeling just now. At this moment, Ye Wuchen's sword heart was clear, and the space seemed to slow down for him. He felt strong dark swords in several places in front of him. Fluctuation, this time, was not just a sword, but three shadow sword energies, attacking from three directions, blocking his dodge route.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen's body lit up with a bright light. On the sword body, the sword light was dazzling and shot straight forward. The man and the sword merged, the sword and the mind merged, and the mind merged with the heart.
"Buzz..." Three terrifying dark swords brushed past Ye Wuchen's body, and then collided together, erupting with terrifying sword power, but Ye Wuchen's body was already close to Yan Nan.
"Avoided." Those big shots glanced at Ye Wuchen in surprise. With their level, they could naturally feel everything on the battlefield clearly.
Yan Nan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care. The sword power at his fingertips was still terrifying. However, at this moment, Ye Wuchen in front of him suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were like sword eyes. The next moment, Yan Nan looked at When a terrifying sharp sword stabbed his throat, he sneered, turned his palm into a sword, and slashed out directly. A sharp hissing sound came out, and the sword struck the air. An extremely dangerous feeling came over Yan Nan. His heart beat fiercely, this was a magic sword technique.
As soon as his footsteps stepped into the void, Yan Nan retreated back, with an extremely terrifying sword intent guarding him in front of him. Then he felt a sharp sword stabbing him. If he had been slower, his throat would have been sealed by a sword.
The sword he saw turned out to be illusory, and the real killing move was slower than what he saw.
At this moment, Yan Nan saw two more sword lights approaching. Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, another sense of crisis came. His body accelerated and retreated. His whole figure looked like a straight sword, but it was not directed towards him. forward.
His hands were condensed into sword seals, and a terrifying sword screen appeared in front of him to block it. The sword came to kill, and the second sword was faster than he saw.
Illusion swordsmanship, what he saw was all illusion.
The Heavenly Eye Sword Technique is indeed a phantom sword.
Moreover, Ye Wuchen integrated the Heavenly Eye Sword Technique into his swordsmanship understanding, and integrated it with the killing technique obtained from the ruins. At this moment, thousands of sword energy attacked and killed. This is the sword of chaos, Yan Nan His face was pale, and he didn't know which sword he felt in his field of vision was real and which sword was illusory.
Putting his hands together, Ten Thousand Swords came to him, and no longer attacked. Yan Nan could only defend himself, using sword energy to protect his body, and his body was wrapped in the sword's light curtain.
At this time, Ye Wuchen's body descended, and the one-armed sword cultivator walked in the void. The endless sword energy from the vast world gathered together, and the power became stronger and stronger. The crowd only saw the swords floating around Ye Wuchen's body clanking. , more swords are coming from heaven and earth.
"Kill." Ye Wuchen shot out with one finger. In an instant, endless sword energy flowed forward and shot towards one place. Everyone saw a shower of swords, all attacking the same point. In a short moment, There were cracks in Yan Nan's defense.
"Yan Nan, admit defeat."
Yan Jiu shouted at the edge of the battlefield. Sword cultivators are famous for their attack power. Swordsmen are invincible. Defense is naturally a weak point compared to attack.
In the past, Yan Nan had the advantage in attacking and suppressed Ye Wuchen. However, the battle situation suddenly reversed. Now Ye Wuchen attacks with infinite sword power, Yan Nan is at an absolute disadvantage. If it continues, Yan Nan will not only be defeated, but even be defeated. Thousands of swords pierce the heart.
Yan Nan's face was extremely embarrassed. He looked at Ye Wuchen in the void. The sword curtain around him had been shattered. At this moment, Ye Wuchen raised his finger and ten thousand swords clanked.
"I surrender." Yan Nan roared unwillingly. Ye Wuchen's fingers stopped in the void and failed to fall. Then, the sword energy dissipated.
Countless eyes looked at Ye Wuchen. This one-armed sword cultivator who had never shown any prominence was humiliated by Yan Nan as a cripple. However, he actually defeated Yan Nan, a disciple of Sword Saint Villa.
"It turns out that he is so strong." Li Qingyi, Qin Yin, and the people in Chen Lu secretly thought. There seemed to be no weak people around Ye Futian, but their level was just a little lower.
Yan Nan's face was gloomy and he stood there blankly. He was actually defeated.
"I actually lost to a crippled person." Yan Nan laughed at himself, but the word "crippled" still seemed particularly harsh. He looked up at Ye Wuchen and said, "What did you learn from the ruins?"
Ye Wuchen glanced at the other party indifferently and ignored him, turned around and walked away.
Since you can't kill the opponent, it's useless to talk more.
"Wait a minute." At this time, an elder from the direction of the Holy Dao Palace said, "Ye Wuchen, are you willing to come to my island to practice?"
Ye Wuchen is the challenger, but this battle has been recognized by the powerful men of the Holy Saint Palace, and some people want to accept him as a disciple.
"Thank you, but I still want to stay on the battlefield." Ye Wuchen bowed slightly, then continued to leave, rejecting the invitation.
Moreover, if he is recognized as the challenger, he will not have to fight anymore.
The elder didn't say anything, but looked at Yan Nan and said, "What about you, are you willing?"
Yan Nan, although he was the loser, his strength was also recognized.
Yan Nan glanced at Ye Wuchen's back lightly. Could he accept what he rejected
"No need." Yan Nan turned and left. Someone recognized it, which meant that even if he lost the battle, he was still qualified to stay on the battlefield and was among those promoted.
Both of them refused, obviously they both had ambitions. For Yan Nan, it would be better to practice in the Sword Saint Villa than to practice on a mountain island on Thousand Saints Island.
In the crowd, Chen Yuan said to Mu Chuan: "Have you seen Old Man Mu? The people around him are qualified to enter the Holy Palace, and they refuse to enter Thousand Saint Island. I really don't know why you are proud in front of me."
Zhaixing Mansion has always been very majestic, because Mu Zhifan is a disciple of the Holy Dao Palace. Now, he is proud and proud.
Behind him, Mu Zhifan looked slightly unhappy. Indeed, now that even Ye Wuchen could enter the Holy Palace, his proud confidence seemed to be worth mentioning.
The battlefield was quite quiet. The battle just now was a very exciting one. The sword cultivators were evenly matched against each other.
Ye Wuchen returned to the edge. Ye Futian glanced at the severed sleeve and said softly: "Is everything okay?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head slightly and said nothing. His handsome face was very calm, but Ye Futian didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
But anyone who is humiliated and disabled will definitely be angry, not to mention that Ye Wuchen's broken arm is a flaw in itself.
"The next one." The strong man on the ladder said.
"Me." Someone responded, but just as that person was about to walk out, he saw someone in the crowd already walking toward the center of the battlefield and walking out first.
Many people showed a strange look. It turned out that the figure who walked out first was Ye Futian.
Ye Futian walked step by step to the center of the battlefield and stopped, ignoring everyone's surprised looks. He looked in a direction, which was the direction Yan Nan walked down just now.
"Get out." Ye Futian pointed his finger at Yan Nan and said. After Yan Nan was defeated, he still called Ye Wuchen a cripple. Even if Ye Wuchen didn't care, he did!
PS: Good morning, a 4,000-word chapter!
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