Puchi.

A sword hit Wu Yong, bringing up a wisp of blood.

Wu Yong flew backwards, vomiting blood, and staggering to the ground.

"You lost."

Ye Jian put away his sword and stood there.

When Wu Yong heard this, his face became ugly and looked full of shame and angry, but for the sake of face, he couldn't continue to have an attack.

"Hmph, take advantage of your mistakes, you won't have such good luck next time."

He was not seriously injured. In fact, if Ye Jian did not explode four times his combat power, it would be difficult to seriously injure him, at most he would only leave some skin injuries.

Wu Yong climbed up from the ground, picked up the heavy hammer again and looked at Ye Jian with great reluctance.

"I'm willing to accept the loss, and I'll get three thousand points."

Wu Yong almost bit his tongue, thinking that he had heard something wrong.

"You've made a mistake. I didn't seem to have promised anything in this challenge."

Wu Yong sneered, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, as if he had expected this situation long ago.

"It's not too late to make a promise now." Ye Jian spoke indifferently.

Wu Yong frowned slightly, with a little angry look, "Are you sick? Humph, this challenge will be considered a lucky winner."

As he said that, he carried the heavy hammer and walked straight down the martial arts stage. In his opinion, Ye Jian was just showing off his strength and would not dare to stop him, because no matter what, his strength was stronger than Ye Jian, which was the hard truth. As for the half move he lost just now, the other party used his skills to take advantage of the loopholes.

Everyone has sharp eyes, and it is impossible for them to not even be able to tell the difference between this skill.

Unfortunately, he still lacked understanding of Ye Jian after all. The moment he turned around and left, several cold lights shot out behind him.

"Well, you dare to provoke me on your own initiative. See if I won't kill you this time."

A cruel sneer flashed in Wu Yong's heart.

Swish.

Puchi.

However, he didn't even have a chance to take action. He was slashed by two terrifying sword lights, and two holes were torn open in his chest, and blood surged.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Wu Yong was slashed by two sword lights, screamed and flew backwards, smashing on the ground with a bang, rolling around like a local dog several times.

"Since you are unwilling to cash out your points, then you can repay them with your life."

Ye Jian chased after him, and the cold light of the Mid-Autumn Water Sword in his hand bloomed, and he went to Wu Yong's eyebrows with a sword.

Scream.

The air was shattered directly, and under this sword, Wu Yong could not dodge at all.

Seeing this scene, the disciple below was shocked and his heart seemed to be pinched.

"Oh my God, what is Ye Jian going to do? Could it be that he really killed Wu Yong."

"This madman, don't he know that the academy is forbidden to kill each other."

"Stop it, it's illegal for you to do this."

Many disciples were shocked and shouted in horror at the fighting stage.

However, Ye Jian had no intention of stopping. The Qiushui Sword in his hand was closer to Wu Yong, and it was very accurate. The cold light on the tip of the sword made Wu Yong's eyebrows tingling.

"Stop it quickly, you crazy man, I'll give you points."

Wu Yong was finally afraid. In the face of life and death decisions, his mind was fragile and collapsed with one blow.

Humph.

Qiushui Sword stopped suddenly, and the sword tip turned aside, making a sharp buzzing sound.

At the critical moment, Ye Jian controlled the Qiushui Sword and made it sharply lean to the side, avoiding Wu Yong's vital points, but even so, a ray of blood splashed.

Wu Yong felt a hot patch of his eyebrows, and strands of hot blood were left along a delicate sword mark. The sword mark had already penetrated into the flesh. If he went half a minute, he would cut his entire head in half like cutting a watermelon.

Thinking that if it was half a minute later, his head would have been cut open, Wu Yong's face turned pale and sweat kept rolling down.

His back spine was already cold, and even he felt that his crotch was also cold.

Looking at Ye Jian again, his eyes were filled with horror. He immediately took out his disciple token and drew three thousand points from it to Ye Jian.

These three thousand points were all his savings, but he had only accumulated it after working hard for half a year. He originally wanted to save it for breakthrough purposes, but now he had to give it to Ye Jian.

After paying off the points, Wu Yong felt that he had no face to stay here anymore. More importantly, he was seriously injured under Ye Jian's two swords and needed to heal immediately.

When he picked up the heavy hammer, he was like a defeated male wolf, leaving with his tail between his legs. No one paid attention to him anymore, because everyone's eyes fell on Ye Jian at this moment.

Ye Jian withdrew his gaze from Wu Yong. Such a person is not worthy of his sympathy.

The soul power sensed his bronze token, which contained six thousand points.

He received 5,000 points in the academy just now.

This is really unbelievable, and the people below are even more unbelievable, and many people are starting to surge.

"Six thousand points."

"If anyone goes up now, these 6,000 points will definitely be able to make an account immediately."

However, there are also many people who still maintain their rationality.

"Hmph, even Wu Yong was defeated by him. Can we go up?"

"The last two swords that killed Wu Yong in seconds made my scalp numb, and I don't want to be this cannon fodder."

In fact, at the last moment, in order to suppress Wu Yong, Ye Jian had already activated the Thousand Rapid Power of the Dielang, and was in a state of four times the combat power.

Time can no longer be delayed. Ye Jian knew the timeliness of Diilang Qianzhong Power. If he wanted to calm this group of people, he had to take advantage of the present.

Immediately, his eyes swept across everyone below, especially on several people, and suddenly spoke.

"Ye Jian, this year's number one in the Hidden Dragon List, I highly welcome you to continue challenging me."

His voice paused, which surprised everyone, but then he changed his mind.

"But, I'm very busy now and can't play with all of you. Therefore, if you want to challenge me, you must have more points than me, otherwise I will not accept the challenge. If you want to fight, we will have a point bet."

Among all the people on the scene, there were still many people who were eager to try when they heard his first sentence, but when they heard his second sentence, they completely stopped and looked dejected.

Obviously, they don't have six thousand points in their hands.

"I'll do it."

Just as the crowd was silent, a loud voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone was stunned and hurriedly followed the sound. The crowd automatically made way. Then, a young man in a beautiful robe walked slowly from the outer circle.

His figure was tall and steady, and his whole body looked heroic. Coupled with his handsome appearance, bronze skin, and nakedness, his strong and powerful chest muscles, many female disciples present screamed.

A long red-blooded hair swayed in the wind like a flame, adding a bit of domineeringness and bloodiness to its elegant temperament.

"It's Jiyue, the third person on the Bronze List."

At the moment when the red-haired young man appeared, almost everyone at the scene recognized him.

And in the crowd, there seemed to be several people who knew this person, and a sound of surprise came from their mouths.

"Strange, isn't Senior Brother Jiyue going into seclusion? Why did he come out of seclusion early?"

"Can Senior Brother Jiyue break through to the second invincible state?"

"That's great. Senior Brother Jiyue is carrying the most pure Cangyue God Wolf bloodline. As long as he breaks through to the second invincible state, his strength and ability will be equal to the same level."

"This time, no one can stop Senior Brother Jiyue from advancing to an elite disciple."

Swish.

The young man named Jiyue, after he came to the front of the crowd, his figure unfolded and his feet shone with silver light, and he fell steadily on the fighting stage.

The long red hair flew with the wind, exuding an inexplicable evil spirit, which made many female disciples' eyes turn red.

"Haha, you are Ye Jian, are you the number one in the Qianlong List this year?" Ji Yue raised her chin, leaving Ye Jian with a proud look, "Sure enough, Qianlong List specializes in producing garbage."

"The pure half-demon bloodline, the peak combat power of the first invincible state in the middle stage of Qihai Realm." Just a glance, Ye Jian completely saw through Jiyue opposite him.

He didn't care at all about Ji Yue's provocation, "If the Qianlong List produces garbage, let time prove it."

"Hmph." Ji Yue snorted coldly, mentioning the Qianlong List, as if touching his reverse scale, a cold light that killed people faintly appeared.

"Leave the 6,000 points in your hand and swore in front of everyone. In the future, when you see me, you will take a detour and you can get out."

"Sorry, I don't have this interest."

"Oh, it seems that you are not punishing the wine toast, so you have asked me to carry it." As Ji Yue said, two substantial cold lights shot out in her eyes, and exploded like a moonlight.

His figure also moved at this moment, almost incredible, like a silver lightning, slapped at Ye Jian with a blow.

Swish.

Ye Jian also moved his body, and the ripples under his feet were induced, and he immediately avoided it. At the same time, Qiu Shui Sword slashed out with one sword, and the sword shimmered, and he fought back towards Ji Yue, but was avoided by the latter.
To be continued...