"The speed has increased more than doubled, and the defense has increased more than doubled."

With just a brief confrontation, Ye Jian could judge the effect of Ye Xing's secret technique.

"But that's all."

Swish!

Ye Xing turned around and punched Ye Jian again.

bite!

The fist force hit the steel sword, creating a strong countershock force. Ye Jian took this opportunity and retreated. At the same time, the steel sword pointed at the back, and the energy and spirit of the whole body were refined into one, integrating with the steel sword.

"Overbial God Fist!"

Ye Xing roared, mobilized all the internal energy in his body, gathered it in his right fist, and punched him.

boom!

The powerful fist force exhaled, directly crushing the surrounding air, forming thin air films in front of the fist.

"Broken Gold Slash!"

call out!

Ye Jian watched Ye Xing approaching with sharp eyes. The long-established steel sword passed by in a diagonal manner from back to front, but saw a crystal shiny sword energy swinging directly and slashing on Ye Xing's fist.

boom!

Ye Xing flew backwards directly, the redness in his eyes gradually faded away, and he staggered to his knees on the ground, spewing out several mouthfuls of blood.

On his chest, a sword mark from his left chest to his waist and abdomen was dripping blood.

"Victory? Really."

"Great, I won this time."

A thunderous cheer burst out among the disciples below the court, as if he had won the competition.
Chapter completed!