The figure flew out and Ye Jian took the second sword.

The younger generation in the audience was already stunned. What was going on just now? Tang Xiaosong, who had fought with Ye Jian before, was actually caught. Ye Jian's sword looked very slow, but Ju then arrived first and injured Tang Xiaosong in advance. What was going on?

Everyone widened their eyes, wanting to see what mystery is hidden in Ye Jian's sword technique.

However, this is destined to be futile. If you cannot feel the arrogance of the mood, you cannot see the mystery. Even the powerful people in the Yuanji realm cannot see it. They can only feel a trace of signs.

"I didn't expect that in just three months, he made another huge breakthrough in the artistic conception of slowness." Qi Haoxuan clenched his fists and said in a little unbelievable way, but the scene was too noisy, so no one could hear it except him.

Scream.

Blood splashed. Tang Xiaosong was injured this time, and it cut a little of the epidermis. No one suspected that Ye Jian could not kill Tang Xiaosong, but it was just a question of whether he wanted to.

"Do you still need me to use the third sword?"

He had already reserved something and did not urge the slow mood to the extreme. Otherwise, not to mention that it was Tang Xiaosong who had the illusion, even a few powerful young men who were watching the fun in the audience would not have thought of seeing the trajectory of the sword road.

Tang Xiaosong held up the knife in a freeze. He didn't even have time to shoot the knife just now. A trace of chill passed by his throat. At that moment, he was extremely close to death.

"Why is this happening? I can't even stop a sword."

Tang Xiaosong didn't understand, and didn't understand at all. Suddenly, he felt fear in his heart. For the first time, he realized Ye Jian's horror. If he didn't take action, he would have to kill him. In so many games before, the opponent was not serious at all, because there would be no one to block his sword.

Ye Jian knew what the other party was thinking. Seriously, the artistic conception of slowness is indeed more extreme. It is important to confuse the other party in time and then kill with one blow. As long as the strength is weaker than his, one sword can be killed. If the strength is comparable to his, there is a possibility of falling. This is a sword of killing. One sword is released, and it will be a life-threatening life. Even Ye Jian, who created this move, will be terrified by this sword.

If you integrate into the artistic conception of fast and use this sword thoroughly, Ye Jian believes that no more than five people can survive in the younger generation. As for whether there is any underestimation or overestimation, it needs further proof.

The two referees in the seventh group were stunned. They were indeed optimistic about Ye Jian and believed that he was not a person in the pool. He had the strength to compete for the top twenty. The top ten was not without hope, but their optimism was limited to this. They did not think that Ye Jian could compare with the top ten young giants, let alone killing Tang Xiaosong in seconds with one sword. They had already begun to doubt whether they were dazzled.

The former referee of the 12th Group touched the arm of the former referee of the third group, "We're out of sight this time."

"I'm indeed out of my mind. I'm wondering if this is his real strength."

"You mean, he is still hiding his strength, it's unlikely."

"Why is it impossible? The game has been going on now, and his hidden strength has been exposed bit by bit. Who knows if this is his last trump card?" The referee of the original third group gave out a breath and woke up from his loss of mind.

"That's true. No matter what, judging by his strength to defeat Tang Xiaosong with one sword, he must be another young giant."

More than seven groups of referees were lost. All the younger generation and warriors who watched this game were lost. Tang Xiaosong, who had realized 60% of the sword intent, could not get a sword in Ye Jian's hand, which was beyond their imagination. If the one who fired this sword was Li Cangtian, the eldest disciple of Cang Xuan Sect, they might not be so surprised, but Ye Jian was just a newcomer and a rising star. No one knew him before, and no one had heard of his name, and suddenly ran out.

In their opinion, victory after victory is nothing, and killing Gao Feng in one sword is still within the scope of tolerance. After all, the latter's strength is indeed below Ye Jian in everyone's opinion, but now even Tang Xiaosong has been killed by him in one sword, so how can they not be surprised?

"Damn, it's amazing. I've never seen a battle like today."

"Tang Xiaosong ranked fourth among the top ten supernovas, but he couldn't even take a single move in Ye Jian's hand. I guess Ye Jian is definitely a hidden young giant."

"Yes, Tang Xiaosong has realized 69% of the sword intent. It is logical that the ranking among the top ten supernovas will rise by one or two places, but he is still defeated by Ye Jian's sword. Who said Ye Jian is not a young giant? I am anxious with him."

"That's right, this Ye Jian is hidden deep enough, deeper than anyone else. This is the real hidden depth and cannot be seen."

In the competition stage, Gao Feng showed such a demeanor. His strength was far inferior to Ye Jian, but it did not mean that his intuition was far inferior. Judging from Ye Jian's subtle actions and expressions, the other party had a detached attitude from beginning to end, as if nothing could shake him. Of course, it would be difficult for outsiders to notice that if he did not fight Ye Jian himself.

"The first in the seventh group was between him and Gukawatong. I wonder if he would meet in advance." Gao Feng was slightly expectant.

Gu Qing, who had already recovered, frowned and simulated the scene of fighting Ye Jian in his mind. The final conclusion was that before his iron rod hit Ye Jian, he would be sealed by the opponent's throat. As for the strength of the body protection true energy, he did not think he was much stronger than Tang Xiaosong, but he was just as good as that.

Huang Yuanhua, who had put down his big talk, pulled his mouth and didn't know what to say. He originally wanted to suppress Ye Jian hard through Tang Xiaosong and make him lose face in front of Mu Bingyun, but he never thought that Tang Xiaosong was so vulnerable and did not even have the qualification to fight fiercely. He wanted Ye Jian to admit defeat by himself, wasn't he slapped himself in the mouth?

"Hehe, Pastor Sister, your junior brother is so hiding deeply. He is lucky, and even Tang Xiaosong can't stop him." Huang Yuanhua laughed dryly, not thinking that Ye Jian was very strong, because in his opinion, no matter how powerful the opponent was, he would not defeat the opponent in the 72nd ranking match.

Mu Bingyun ignored Huang Yuanhua. Her current attention was all over Ye Jian. Just like most people who knew Ye Jian, her junior brother made too fast progress. He was simply a non-human. To describe it in one word, he would be a monster.

What a glory is this a monster swordsman.

Song.

The sound of the sword roar suddenly sounded, it was Li Cangtian's sword. His expression changed. Ye Jian's sword's sword made his sword intent uncontrollable, and there were signs of swelling.

"I was still disappointed at first, thinking that I would not meet a swordsman worthy of my serious battle in the Hidden Dragon List competition." Li Cangtian took a deep breath in his sword intent.

Someone noticed Li Cangtian's strangeness and was secretly surprised. Li Cangtian, the first swordsman in the younger generation, finally began to take it seriously. In the subsequent competition, the two swordsmen will inevitably meet, which is inevitable.

"Ye Jiansheng."

The referee no longer delays time and announces the results of the game.

The Qiushui Sword was sheathed, and Ye Jian looked at Li Cangtian from afar. The other party's uncontrollable sword intent could be hidden from others, but could not be hidden from him. Yes, this was the sword intent of the two major swordsmen, which attracted each other. If he guessed correctly, Li Cangtian must have also comprehended the attribute sword intent, and condensed the seeds of sword intent.

Ye Jian has always been looking forward to this swordsman's biggest opponent from the heart. When both of them fight, they will gain a lot of insights from each other, and this kind of experience is exactly what he needs most.

"Oh, the perception is so sharp." Li Cangtian raised his eyebrows. The attribute sword intent seed in his body was out of control for a moment. Others could not detect it. At most, they could only see something from his expression. He believed that Ye Jian was different from others, but he noticed his immortal sword intent.

In the front row of the audience, the old man with Cang Xuanzong's stick drooped his eyelids and opened it slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What the world lacks is a swordsman opponent worth fighting, and this Ye Jian is qualified."

After getting off the stage, Ye Jian returned to his original position, but it was still the focus.

Everyone agreed with Ye Jian's identity as a young giant, and some female disciples looked at Ye Jian frequently. Ye Jian looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with silver hair, beautiful appearance, extremely calm expression and transcendent mentality added a mysterious halo to him, arousing the curiosity in the hearts of all women.

However, Mu Bingyun stood beside Ye Jian. The latter's peerless and charming face and the cold texture that kept people from thousands of miles away made many female disciples who were ready to come over to chat with him back.

Yes, once they stand with Mu Bingyun, their appearance is worthy of nothing, and they are only worthy of becoming green leaves that set off red flowers.

Mu Bingyun took a breath slightly, and she felt that she was becoming more and more unable to see through Ye Jian. Looking back at the time, in the Blue Wat Pond in the Mountains of the Warcraft, she had first met him. The scene was so awkward, and she almost killed him with one sword.

Looking back now, Mu Bingyun's heart was still full of surprises. She suddenly felt that she had not killed him at the beginning, perhaps it was not because of her love for her, but the inevitable result. It was God who made him live, and God who made him grow up to what he is today.

"Maybe, this is God's will."

Ye Jian is already the first young generation of Zhao State, and one of the most young generation masters among all the kingdoms under the jurisdiction of the Qingfeng Empire. He left everyone behind and walked farther and farther away by himself.

His name will inevitably become a legend of Zhao State. Everyone in the world will talk about him and everyone will discuss him. None of the female disciples of the sect, family ladies, wealthy ladies, and even official ladies will not know everything about him, and this genius who was rare in Zhao State in hundreds of years.
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