The God of Sky & Earth

There was also a smile in Situ Liuyun's eyes. It could be seen that Situ Muyang's strength was stronger than he imagined. Under such an offensive, the opponent might not be able to hold on for long.

On the duel stage where Su Yi was, the last young man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and was in a panic.

Picking up the fallen sword and sticking it upside down on the ground to support his body, the young man looked at Su Yi with horror in his eyes.

He didn't want to get off the duel stage, but he didn't dare to make another move at all, and he was powerless to make a move.

"Whoosh..."

Under the duel stage, a figure rose from the air, paused for a moment in the low altitude, and then landed lightly in front of Su Yi.

This is a young man in his twenties, with a black tight-fitting battle suit embellishing a strong and well-proportioned figure, a gray cloak flapping, a face with three-dimensional features, and a cold expression.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Su Yi raised his eyes slightly, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. This young man was none other than Jian Shiyi.

"As I said, I hope that at the Ten Thousand Swords Conference, I will have the opportunity to truly let go and fight. I am very glad that you have come this far, so I will not regret it!"

Looking at Su Yi, Jian Shiyi's eyes shone with light, and a faint voice came out of his mouth, still so cold.

"You should go to another duel stage, maybe you can enter the next round, here, I'm afraid there is no hope!"

Looking at Jian Eleven in front of him, Su Yi was not too polite. This Jian Eleven hadn't been on the duel stage just now, and he was looking for him.

As for Jian Eleven's strength, Su Yi also knew it well. Although Jian Eleven lost last time, he seemed to have another trump card.

Sensing the aura emanating from Jian Eleven's body at this moment, Su Yi reckoned that this guy also had a chance to grow in the Wanjian Battlefield.

"Last time, I didn't try my best!"

Jian Shiyi looked at Su Yi, his palm shook as he spoke, and then a three-foot sword appeared in his hand, it was the same dazzling black sword, filled with ancient runes, and a wave of light spread out from the faint light. Coercion.

"Buzz!"

The body of the sword trembled slightly, and the vitality of the earth attribute in Jian Eleven's body fluctuated slightly. Suddenly, the sword let out a clang of wind and thunder.

"If that's the case, let's fight. I defeated you last time, and I will defeat you this time!"

Su Yi's expression didn't change much, and he still didn't use all his strength last time.

But this time in the Wanjian battlefield, Jian Shiyi has opportunities and progress, and he also has good luck.

"Jian Shiyi and Su Yi, it seems that the last battle has already been fought!"

Following the confrontation between Jian Shiyi and Su Yi, the eyes of the audience were attracted a lot.

The eyes of the elder guardians on the high platform were also attracted at this time.

Obviously, compared with Jian Shiyi, those few disciples just now are far from enough.

"This time, I won't give you another chance, draw your sword!"

Jian Shiyi looked at Su Yi, the sword in his hand began to be filled with black light, the ancient runes on the body of the sword seemed to be flowing with a kind of mystery and mystery, the sword light emitted pierced the air, causing the surrounding air to fluctuate.

The last time he was defeated by Su Yi in front of him was already a knot in Jian Shiyi's heart.

If this knot is not solved, I am afraid it will become a heart disease.

Feeling the aura of Jian Eleven at this moment, Su Yi's eyes also moved slightly, and then he smiled lightly, and said: "Last time you were defeated by my sword, this time you don't need a sword!"

After the words were finished, Su Yi pulled his backhand back, and a large knife was drawn out of its sheath, and it appeared in his hand immediately.

The broadsword was filled with light, and it was not ordinary, but it was obviously not at the same level as the sword in Jian Eleven's hand.

It's just that when Su Yi drew his sword out of its sheath, many eyes around him suddenly became a little twitched.

"This is the Excalibur Gate. Su Yi draws his sword and faces Jian Eleven. Is this despising Sword Eleven?"

"The Divine Sword Sect respects the sword, but Su Yi uses a sword. Does this mean that he looks down on the sword technique of the Divine Sword Sect?"

Someone whispered, this is the Divine Sword Sect. Facing Sword Eleven, Su Yi drew his sword out of its sheath.

This is to despise Sword Eleven, or look down on the swordsmanship of Shenjianmen.

"good."

Jian Shiyi's gaze was a little dazed, showing his disdain for him, when the voice slowly fell, the eyes on his face were deep, a black light flickered in the pupils, the aura on his body changed completely, a sharp and heavy aura permeated .

Standing there with one person and one sword, it is unshakable!

"Senior brother Jian Shiyi did his best this time!"

"Senior brother Jian Shiyi accidentally lost last time, it was an accident, this time he won't let Su Yi take advantage again!"

"Brother Jian Shiyi, come on, beat that arrogant guy!"

Amidst the discussion in the audience, a voice shouted loudly.

After all, among the direct disciples and inner disciples in the audience, there were not many who did not hate Su Yi.

They were already unable to take revenge, so they could only pin their hopes on Jian Eleven at this moment.

"That kid Su Yi is arrogant, but after all, the ninth-ranked brother Zhang Lingyun also lost. Although he was defeated by Su Yi and Situ Muyang, Su Yi is indeed very strong. We don't know who will win."

Some disciples whispered, but they didn't dare to arouse public anger, their voices were very low.

The eyes of the guardian elders on the high platform, and even the head of the sect, Situ Liuyun, all fell on Su Yi and Jian Shiyi at this moment, and they were all very interested.

The sword in his hand screamed, and Jian Shiyi's eyes were fixed on Su Yi, a surge of fighting intent seeped out from his deep eyes, covering both pupils, black light flickered.

He is Sword Eleven, and his defeat last time has already become a knot in his heart. If he can't defeat the young man in front of him this time, it will become an obstacle in his cultivation path in this life, and it will become a heart disease.

In this battle, he wants to win and get rid of his knot!

"war!"

The next moment, a broken drink came from Jian Eleven's mouth, the light of the sword in his hand exploded, the vitality of the soles of the feet fluttered, and the soles of the feet suddenly touched the ground, the figure jumped up, and the sword glow flickered.

At the same time, from within Jian Eleven's body, a breath of cultivation at the fifth level of the Yuanling Realm or even close to the middle and late stages of the fifth level of the Yuanling Realm was completely released and swept away.

"Not bad!"

Feeling the aura of Jian Eleven, many elder guardians on the high platform also secretly admired it.

Such a disciple is extremely talented and has a bright future!

"Shhhhh..."

As Jian Eleven's figure burst out, his figure was almost like a blurry shadow, grazing from a low altitude, and the sword in his hand vibrated at the same time.

In an instant, the sword lights turned into blurred light and shadows, and the incomparably fierce air cut through the air, causing the air to rippling like ripples in water, making the sound of breaking the wind.

In an instant, streaks of sword light erupted, swooped down, and instantly swept across Su Yi's head, extremely fierce.