Invincible Sword Realm

Looking at the battle between Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the stage, Murong demon under the stage flashed a color of worry. Li Xianjun's strength has been taught herself. Since Li Xianjun was able to leave safely, she has known that she is no match for Li Xianjun. It should be said that the gap between her and Li Xianjun is still a bit large!

As for Yang Ye's strength, she just probably knew how strong Yang Ye was, but she didn't have a bottom line in her heart, so she had some worries about Li Xianjun's battle with Yang Ye.

Somewhere under the Ninth Battalion, the sniffer moon of the Hundred Flowers Palace looked at Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the stage and said: "Calm down, you absolutely must be one of them who lives and who dies? ”

Standing by the moon, he sighed calmly for a moment, "Both of you are strong! ”

The smeller nodded. "I have dealt with Yang Ye and he is very strong, and this Li Xianjun, since his status can understand the killing of Shuro there, I'm sure he is not a fuel-saving lamp. The two of them meet now. There's been a fight! ”

“You fought Yang Ye?” He asked calmly.

Smell the moon nod: “He's strong and mysterious, I'm not sure I'll beat him! ”

When she thought about the strength that Yang Ye showed, she concurred calmly with the nod of the place, then did not speak, and looked at Yang Ye above the ring, but she remembered that Yang Ye still owed her two ice soul fruits!

Above the walls of the palace, where everyone could not see, watching Yang Ye fight Li Xianjun under the stage, Su Qingpo's eyes also appeared worried color. And the dead bones not far from her face were calm, with a slight smile on her face, as if Li Xianjun would have won.

For the sake of fairness of the competition, none of Xuan's elders who participated in the Qingyun List could be present, but could only stand here to watch the competition, because there had been a thing where the elders of the division forced their disciples to intervene in order not to die. So since then, the Empire has arranged such a place for the elders of these divisions!

“Brother Yu Heng, your Jianzong Yang Ye's strength is really good. However, compared to this Li Xianjun, it is still a little worse. You know, this Li Xianjun is already the peak of nine innate pints!” Qingyunco of Yuanmen looked at Yang Ye and Li Xianjun on the battlefield and smiled lightly.

Yu Heng said softly: “Brother Qingyun should know that for such demons, the gap between several tastes is nothing. ”

“Really?” Qingyunzi smiled slightly and said: “Then let's wait and see if this Qingyun list is a sword zongsheng or a ghost zongsheng. ”

Yu Heng is not in speech, his eyes also flashed worried. He is not worried about life and death, but worried about Yang Ye. If he loses, what should Jianzong do? You know, at this time, Sword Sect really needs someone to break into the top 30 and get some more city spots for Sword Sect. Otherwise, Sword Sect will be in an awkward position for years to come!

The dead bones beside him, though calm in the face, were also uneasy in his heart at this time. In the Qingyun Mountains, the ghost sect has already lost Shuro and another disciple, so Li Xianjun is especially important at this time. If Li Xianjunsheng, then the future of Sword Sect will fall more and more this year, which is of course a great thing for Ghost Sect!

But if Li Xianjun loses, then the next few years will become more and more haunted. At this time, only Li Xianjun will enter the race. If Li Xianjun loses, it means that Haunted will not only lose a super genius. In the next few years, the Haunted Sect will be like today's Sword Sect, with no one outside!

So, whether it's sword sect or ghost sect, this battle is vital, no one can lose either!

“Peng!”

On Bi Wu Tai, suddenly a loud noise came out, then Yang Ye and Li Xianjun separated.

With the Purple Spirit Sword, looking at Li Xianjun opposite him, Yang Leaf's face was slightly clotted. I must say, the strength of Li Xianjun in front of him was indeed strong. Whether it was a combat reaction or his own strength, the other party was extremely strong. Especially the weird black sickle in Li Xianjun's hand, which made him a little rash. If it wasn't for the Purple Spirit Sword, it would have been destroyed by this black sickle at this time!

At this time, Li Xianjun also had a heavy face and no smile on his face. Since dealing with Yang Ye, he knew that for a long time, he seemed to have taken a slight look at the Yang Ye in front of him. Because Yang Ye had fought a banner drum before without a sword!

In a gentle breath, Li Xianjun waved his hand, and the black sickle cut through the air, straight to Yang Ye across the street. "Show all your strength, or you won't have a chance! ”

Yang Ye had no bullshit, his right foot stomped on the ground, with the help of the force coming from the ground, his figure was like a shell, and he blasted at Li Xianjun. On the way, his wrist moved, a golden light flashed, a golden sword first lashed out, and instantly came to Li Xianjun!

Seeing the golden sword, Li Xianjun snorted coldly, and the black sickle in his hand gently scratched, listening only to the 'shriek’. The golden sword of Yang Ye was instantly divided into two parts. However, at this moment, Li Xiangjun suddenly changed his face, then turned his wrist, and the black sickle in his hand stopped in front of him!

“Boo!”

Li Xianjun's black sickle just blocked in front of him. The purple spirit sword in Yang Ye's hand struck his sickle. The immense power made Li Xianjun's body suddenly take a few steps backwards.

A sword defeated Li Xianjun, Yang Ye did not stop, the wind rolled out, and instantly came to Li Xianjun again, then turned his wrist, the purple spirit sword quickly waved.

Yang Leaf's sword speed is not as fast as Murong Demon, but Murong Demon's power is not as great as Yang Leaf's. Yang Leaf splits each sword on Li Xianjun's sickle, a loud noise will be heard in the field, then Li Xianjun will take a few steps backwards.

At this time, Yang Ye's attack was like a storm, pressing Li Xianjun to death, and seeing the crowd under the stage was shocked.

“What a powerful force! ”

Looking at Yang Ye, each sword reversed Li Xianjunzhen, the cold heart of the Ice and Snow Palace suddenly a little shocked.

The sniffer moon beside her nodded in favour of the location, the power of Yang Ye she had originally taught, but at that time, the power of Yang Ye was not as strong as it is now, obviously, in the Qingyun Mountains, the physical strength of Yang Ye must have improved again.

On the side of the first ring, Qin Yulan glanced at the ninth ring, then closed his eyes and did not watch. For him, his opponent is Yuan-chun, and the only other person who can make him face it are the two women of Hundred Flowers Palace and Ice and Snow Palace. Li Xianjun of Yang Ye and Ghost Sect may be good in other people's eyes, but in his eyes, Qin Yulan still has a bit of a lack of reading!

“I didn't expect Yang Ye to be so tough that he could crush Li Xiangjun!” Under the battlefield, there was a shock from the Xuan.

“Now it's just warming up, the real fun is still behind us, let's see if this time it's a sword or a ghost! ”

“ …… ”

Li Xianjun has retreated to the edge of the Ninth Battalion. If he is retreating a few husbands, he can only admit to losing. Of course he won't admit to losing!

“Peng!”

Another few steps back by Yang Ye's sword. Just as Yang Ye came to Li Xianjun again, Li Xianjun was not blocked by a sickle in his hand. Instead, he shouted low: “Blood shadow step! ”

Speaking, Li Xiangjun's body suddenly disappeared into place, flashing a long distance to the right, then sickle in his hand, with the bursting sound of sharp stings towards Yang Ye's head.

Feeling the sickle attack, Yang Ye's face remained the same, his footsteps were wrong, he avoided the sickle, and then his purple spirit sword crossed out against Li Xiangjun's abdomen. At this time, however, Li Xianjun again strangely disappeared into place, appeared on the left side of Yang Ye, and then the sickle suddenly came over Yang Ye's head.

This time, Yang Ye's face changed slightly. The other party is so weird. I can't think of anything else. Purple Spirit is in the way now!

“Boo!”

Once again, there was a golden iron crossing.

While blocking Li Xianjun's sickle, Yang Ye's left hand did not have a sword finger, gently moved, a golden sword qi suddenly lashed out at Li Xianjun.

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

When I saw this scene, there was a shout on the field!

And the dead bone standing on the city gate floor sank his face. He didn't expect Li Xianjun to be the first to get hurt, but okay, it's not fatal, but this leaf doesn't really seem as weak as he used to think!

Su Qing poetry and Yu Heng on one side were happy, Li Xianjun was injured, showing them the hope of victory...