The battle between Ye Mengxue and Ye Jianxin is very eye-catching. Both of them are famous geniuses in the Ye clan and are defending people who compete for the position of clan prince.

So when the two took out the sword in their hands, the noise around the originally lively Qingnu ring instantly lowered a lot.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two, and they didn't want to miss any details in the battle.

"I can't bear to attack you, but only by defeating you will you recognize me and know who is the real genius!"

Ye Jianxin was holding a long white jade sword in his hand. On the sword's edge, there was a faint white light, which was obviously not an ordinary person.

He had a strong sense of fighting in his eyes and made up his mind to wash away all the humiliation he suffered in the battle in Beicheng Street!

“So much nonsense…”

"Look at the sword!"

Ye Mengxue said nothing, her eyes turned cold, and her figure in white suddenly floated over. She had already paid back the favor she owed Ye Jianxin, so the two of them had nothing to do with each other at this time. She would do her best to clear any obstacles that would block her.

"A sword flies snow!"

The sixth-grade sword technique of Xuanxing, with a sword flying snow, and the sword tip pointed to a space full of coldness appeared.

In the space, tiny snowflakes drifted. In an instant, these snowflakes kept changing, transforming into sword energy that could be condensed into substance!

At this time, this cold space kept moving towards Ye Jianxin.

Wherever you pass, it seems that everything can freeze.

"Look at your fingertips!"

Ye Jianxin's eyes condensed, and he actually carried the White Jade Sword behind him, and suddenly shot forward with his left palm.

A wave of true energy that was charging forward quickly in his palm.

This is due to the wonderful use of true qi.

This move does show that Ye Jianxin has a high martial arts talent.

"I defeat you with one palm and let you see the real gap between us."

Although Ye Jianxin was severely humiliated in the battle in Beicheng Street, Jianxin was damaged.

But facing Ye Mengxue, he was still confident.

The true qi wave instantly rushed into the cold space.

At this time, Ye Jianxin also had a smile on his face, looking forward to the horror expression that Ye Mengxue would show after being knocked back by his palm.

Unfortunately, the facts disappointed him.

In the cold space, sharp ice sword energy instantly shattered the true energy wave, and then shot straight towards Ye Jianxin.

"How could it be..."

Ye Jianxin showed shock.

Not only that, Ye Mengxue doesn't seem to be planning to give him any chance to draw his sword.

With a delicate shout, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from her body, and a two-meter-high ice protection spirit condensed above her head.

Her blood soul belongs to the mysterious form, which is the ninth grade of the Xuan level, representing the attribute of ice.

It is different from the blood souls such as beast shape and instrument shape.

Mysterious shape is a general attribute.

Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, lightning, and dark light.

These are all mysterious blood souls, which are more pure and more conducive to warriors to understand the power of "power".

Just like the "Flying Snow on a Sword" played by Ye Mengxue, it can condense a cold space in the center of the sword energy, which is the wonderful use of "momentum".

"So the rumors are true!"

Ye Jianxin regretted it too late. He felt that the blood and energy in his body seemed to be frozen.

In a hurry, he took a step back and had to force out all the cold air in his body.

Zheng--!

The white jade sword suddenly unsheathed.

Ye Jianxin released a huge amount of true energy, which allowed the meridians to be relieved. They were not frozen into ice by Ye Mengxue's ice sword cold air.

"Boyant!!!"

When the people watching the battle saw that Ye Jianxin wanted to show off at first, but Ye Mengxue forced her back with her sword, they all booed.

"hateful."

Ye Jianxin's face turned pale. He didn't expect Ye Mengxue to attack him so fiercely that he lost face.

"This is the weakest link in your sword heart. Pretending to be cool and unreal!"

Ye Mengxue stood tall and graceful, and waved the snow sword in her hand downwards, and a cold air passed by.

"Dare you dare to teach me a lesson? Okay, you like swordsmanship, right? I'll show you what real sword technique is!"

Ye Jianxin put away his contempt and raised the white jade sword in his hand. With a thought, a two-meter-high phantom suddenly appeared behind him, which was his guardian spirit.

The shape of the instrument, the best Xuan-level, Jiuhua Sword!

Behind the guardian spirit, there were three sword shadows floating, which looked gorgeous.

Ye Wuzong, who was in the battlefield, looked up at Ye Jianxin's Jiuhua Sword. He knew that this should be the more advanced one among the Xuan-level sword-shaped blood souls.

Once the Jiuhua Sword has reached the top level, it can simultaneously control the nine sword souls.

At present, behind Ye Jianxin's guardian spirit, there were only three sword shadows floating, proving that he had only reached the third level of cultivation.

"The blood soul is of good grade, it seems that the talent is indeed not weak, but unfortunately, I have a stock..."

Ye Wuzong shook his head.

The most important thing for a sword cultivator is the sword heart.

Only by being clear in the sword heart can one practice unparalleled sword skills.

Obviously, in Ye Wujin's eyes, Ye Jianxin's character and quality are a thousand miles apart.

"If this person continues to obstruct me, I don't mind the addition of another Jiuhua sword in the Jiuyou Sword Tomb..."

Ye Wuzong narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile.

Ye Yunzhan glanced at him and said, "Ye Wuzong, do you think that girl named Ye Mengxue can win?"

Ye Wuzong shook his head and said, "I can't win."

"She is not that her sword heart is not yet clear. Although she is several times stronger than Ye Jianxin in terms of sword art talent and has strong willpower, her cultivation time is still short and not despicable enough."

Ye Yunzhan nodded, and he also saw this. He asked again: "Wuzhi, tell me the truth, if you face Ye Kuang, how sure can you win?"

If Ye Chong asked this question, Ye Wuzong would retort mercilessly.

After all, this is a very stupid question.

But Ye Yunzhan asked this, and Ye Wuzong could only answer lightly: "Dad, you should probably ask me, in a few breaths, you can make someone else's head fall..."

Zheng--!

Three sword lights shone on the ring.

Ye Wuzong knew that Ye Mengxue was about to lose.

"This girl is stubborn, but she has a good talent in cultivating swords. Maybe she can give her some advice in the future."

Ye Wuzong was too lazy to watch the battle. These two were just little masters of kendo. They had nothing to refer to when they were fighting.

"Borrowed, borrowed..."

A figure hurried to the rest area on the right side of the ring, squeezed through countless people, and then came to Ye Wujin with a flattering look on his face.

Everyone's eyes were gathering on the ring at this time, so no one noticed him.

"It's you?"

Ye Wujin looked at the visitor and frowned.

"It's me, Manager Xu, hehe, young master, you have worked so hard for me."

Manager Xu went through a lot of hardships before he found Ye Wuzong. He was extremely scared. If anyone left Wuzong, Gu Lao would have to kill him.

"Who is this?" Ye Yunzhan looked at Manager Xu.

He didn't know what happened in Neizhai just now.

Manager Xu smiled at Ye Yunzhan, quickly lowered his head and looked at Ye Wuzong, and quietly stuffed him an exquisite box.

Ye Wujin glanced at the box and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Three Spread Soul Wave Pill..."

Manager Xu whispered: "Young Master, Gu Lao wants to see you."

Ye Wuzong knew that the "ancient" mentioned by Manager Xu was the Dan King he had never met before.
To be continued...