Almighty Sword Domain

Looking at the battle between Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the stage, a look of worry flashed in Murong demon's eyes. She has personally experienced the strength of Li Xianjun. Since Li Xianjun was able to leave safely, she already knew that she could not defeat Li Xianjun. It should be said that the gap between her and Li Xianjun is still a little big!

As for Yang Ye's strength, she only knows that Yang Ye's strength is very strong. However, she has no idea how strong she is. Therefore, she is worried about the battle between Li Xianjun and Yang Ye.

Somewhere under the No.9 martial arts competition stage, Wen Renyue of Baihua palace looked at Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the stage and said, "cold hearted, you are absolutely sure who will live and who will die?"

Standing beside Wen Renyue, Leng Xinran pondered for a moment and said, "both of them are strong in strength."

Wen Renyue nodded and said, "I have fought with Yang Ye. His strength is very strong. Since Li Xianjun's position can be above the Shura who has understood the meaning of killing, he must not be a kind of fuel-saving lamp. The two men are now in contact, and some of them are fighting in this war! "

"Have you ever played with Yang Ye?" Asked coldly.

Wen Renyue nodded his head and said, "he is very powerful and mysterious. I don't have the confidence to win him!"

Thinking of the strength Yang Ye showed at the beginning, she coldly agreed and nodded. Then she looked at Yang Ye on the challenge arena. She remembered that Yang Ye still owed her two ice spirit fruits!

On the wall of the palace, where people can't see, looking at the battle between Yang Ye and Li Xianjun under the stage, Su Qingshi's eyes are also filled with worry. But not far from her side, the dead bone was calm, with a faint smile on her face, as if Li Xianjun would win.

For the sake of the fairness of the competition, all the senior members of the xuanzhe who participated in the green cloud list could not appear in the field, and could only stand at this place to watch the game, because it had happened that the school elders forced to intervene in the competition in order not to let their students die. Therefore, since then, the Qin Empire has specially arranged such a place for these teachers and elders!

"Brother Yuheng, the strength of Yang Ye is really good. It's just that compared with Li Xianjun, you're still a little worse. You know, Li Xianjun is already at the top of his ninth grade at this time." Yuan gate's green cloud son looks at Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the competition platform, and says with a light smile.

Yu Heng said in a low voice: "brother Qingyun should be aware that for them, the gap between several levels is nothing at all."

"Is it?" Qingyunzi gave a faint smile, and then said, "let's wait and see if the Qingyun list is jianzongsheng or guizongsheng."

Yu Heng is not in words, but in the deep of his eyes there is a flash of worry. He is not worried about life and death, but worried about Yang Ye. If Yang Ye is defeated, what should Jianzong do? You know, at this time, Jianzong really needed someone to break into the top 30, and strive for more places in cities for Jianzong. Otherwise, the situation of Jianzong in the next few years will be extremely embarrassing!

Although the withered bone on one side was calm, his heart was not calm at this time. In the Qingyun mountains, the ghost sect had lost the Shura and another disciple, so Li Xianjun was particularly important at this time. If Li Xianjun wins, the sword clan will decline more and more this year, which is a good thing for ghost clan!

Li Jun will lose more and more talents in the future, just as the ghost will lose more and more in the future!

Therefore, no matter to sword clan or ghost clan, this battle is very important, neither of them can afford to lose!

"Peng!"

On the competition stage, suddenly came a loud sound, and then Yang Ye and Li Xianjun separated.

Holding the purple spirit sword and looking at Li Xianjun opposite, Yang Ye's face is slightly dignified. It has to be said that Li Xianjun's strength is really strong. The opponent's fighting reaction and his own strength are extremely strong. Especially the strange black sickle in Li Xianjun's hand makes him a little afraid. If the purple spirit sword was not once a Dao tool, I'm afraid Ziling is now The sword has been destroyed by this black sickle!

At this time, Li Xianjun's face was dignified, and there was no smile on his face. Since he fought with Yang Ye, he knew that he seemed to underestimate Yang Ye who understood the meaning of the sword. Because before Yang Ye didn't show his sword intention, he had a good fight!

He breathed a breath gently, and Li Xianjun waved it casually. The black sickle cut through the air and pointed to the opposite poplar leaf and said, "show all your strength, or you won't have a chance!"

Yang Ye didn't talk nonsense. He stepped on the ground with his right foot. With the help of the strength from the ground, he shot Li Xianjun like a shell. On the way, he moved his wrist, flashed a golden light, and shot out a golden sword. In an instant, he came to Li Xianjun!

Seeing the golden sword coming, Li Xianjun snorted coldly. With a light stroke of the black sickle in his hand, Yang Ye's golden sword Qi was split into two in an instant. However, at this time, Li Xianjun's face suddenly changed, and then his wrist turned, and the black sickle in his hand was in front of him!

"Dang!"Li Xianjun's black sickle was just in front of him. The purple spirit sword in Yang Ye's hands hit his sickle. The huge force made Li Xianjun's body step backward.

Li Xianjun was defeated by a sword. Yang Ye didn't stop. The wind stepped out and came to Li Xianjun in an instant. Then he turned his wrist and quickly waved the purple spirit sword.

The speed of Yang Ye's sword is not as fast as that of Murong demon, but the power of Murong demon is not as big as that of Yang Ye. Every time Yang Ye cuts Li Xianjun's sickle, there will be a huge sound in the field, and then Li Xianjun will step back several steps.

At this time, Yang Ye's attack was like a storm, and he pressed Li Xianjun to death. He was shocked to see the audience.

"What a powerful force!"

Looking at Yang Ye's every sword will Li xianjunzhen's retrogression, the cold heart of ice and snow palace is a little shocked.

Wen Renyue, beside her, nodded in agreement. She had learned the power of Yang Ye at the beginning, but at that time, Yang Ye's strength was not as strong as it is now. Obviously, in the Qingyun mountains, Yang Ye's physical strength must have been improved.

On the side of No. 1 arena, Qin Youran takes a look at challenge arena No. 9, and then closes his eyes and doesn't watch. For him, his opponent is Yuantong, others, can let him face up to only the two women of Baihua palace and ice and snow palace. At present, this Yang Ye and GUI Zong's Li Xianjun may be good in other people's eyes, but in his Qin Youran's eyes, there are still some not enough to see!

"I didn't expect that the poplar leaf was so strong that he could beat Li Xianjun down!" Under the martial arts competition stage, there is a xuanzhe shocked.

"Now it's just a warm-up, and the real drama is still to come. Let's wait and see if it's the sword clan or the ghost clan."

“……”

On the No.9 competition stage, Li Xianjun has retreated to the edge of the competition stage. If he is retreating a few feet, he will have to admit defeat. Of course he won't admit defeat like this!

"Peng!"

He was shaken back a few steps by Yang Ye's sword. But when Yang ye came to Li Xianjun again, Li Xianjun didn't stop with his sickle in his hand. Instead, he murmured: "blood shadow step!"

The words fall, Li Xianjun body suddenly disappeared in place, toward the right horizontal flash a Zhang distance, and then the sickle in his hand, with the sharp piercing sound of the broken wind, hooked the head of Yang Ye.

Feeling the scythe attack, Yang Ye's face does not change, a wrong step, to avoid this sickle, and then the purple spirit sword in his hand to Li Xianjun's abdomen cut out. However, Li Xianjun was once again mysteriously disappeared in place, 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 other side's body method was so weird that he didn't have time to think about others. At the moment, the purple spirit in his hand blocked him!

"Dang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron fighting again.

While blocking Li Xianjun's sickle, Yang Ye's left hand did not point to the sword, but moved gently. A golden sword Qi suddenly shot out at Li Xianjun.

Li Xianjun's face changed and his figure flashed. However, it was still a little late. The golden sword spirit passed through his left shoulder.

Seeing this scene, the field was full of exclamations!

However, the withered bone standing on the city gate tower's face sank. He didn't expect that Li Xianjun would be the first to be injured, but fortunately, this is not fatal, but the poplar leaf does not seem to be as weak as he thought before!

Su Qingshi and Yuheng on one side are happy. Li Xianjun's injury makes them see the hope of victory. .