Ye Xun'er's knees touched the ground awkwardly, and her body was covered with shocking wounds. Her luxurious gold-lined clothes were torn with dozens of sword marks, showing her desolation.

"Pfft——"

Ye Xun'er covered her abdominal cavity, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Chu Yue in disbelief.

Ye Xun'er was extremely unwilling to accept that a battle that was guaranteed to win ended in such an ending.

Chu Yue lowered her eyes and looked at her, then raised her lips slightly and smiled wildly.

I saw her pointing her long sword at the ground, spreading her slender legs, and standing firmly on the ruins of the battle platform. Her black skirt made a perfect arc in mid-air.

Chu Yue looked at the astonished disciples around her, and after pondering for a while, she suddenly said: "I want the position at the top of Xuanji's list. If you don't accept it, come up and fight."

There are hundreds of thousands of Shenxuan disciples, and the eighty-two martial arts stages are all dead, and no one dares to challenge!

Chu Yue smiled and looked at the dull mentor: "Senior mentor, please note it down."

After the instructor was stunned, he looked at Chu Yue in surprise.

The word "senior" made him put aside all his prejudices, and he suddenly felt a sense of admiration for this young junior.

"In this battle, Ye Chuyue wins. If no one dares to challenge, he will become the number one person in Xuanji Records. All the disciples below Xuanji Number One will be called Senior Sister!"

The instructor straightened his back and said loudly.

All around, countless disciples looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Such a situation has never occurred in the top ten colleges.

But seeing it with their own eyes, they deserved it, and they had no choice but to accept it!

A sword of destruction is worthy of Xuanji’s top senior sister!

Chu Yue raised her eyebrows, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and suddenly raised her head to look at the man sitting on the dragon's throne and the tiny baby.

One large and one small, identical purple eyes, shining brighter than gems.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of fighting.

With the hymn of victory and the sword light filling the sky, she walked towards the family she had protected throughout her life!

"Ye Chuyue."

On the bloody high platform, Ye Ying, who was holding a battle ax, looked over and asked with a frown: "Seven Killings Sword Technique" is the Xuanji sword manual, which is extremely difficult. As we all know, the seventh sword that seals the throat has made many warriors spend their entire lives.

A realm that cannot be reached, why is your seventh sword not a throat seal, but a sword of destruction?"

Ye Ying asked something that most people were confused about, and many disciples pricked up their ears.

Even Mu Chenhai was curious and waited quietly for Chu Yue's answer.

Chu Yue smiled slightly and said: "The "Seven Killing Sword Art" was created by the old man Qi Jue in ancient times. Every seventh sword strike will definitely seal the throat. But after the old man Qi Jue, people in the world continued to practice it like crucian carp crossing the river.

The sword that seals the throat, but for millions of years, there has never been a heroic sword that seals the throat! For me, the seventh sword varies from person to person. It can be a sword that seals the throat, or it can be a sword of redemption. For me,

It is... destruction!"

On the basis of the original, we innovate, break and then build, giving the Seven Kills Swordsmanship, which has been passed down through the ages, a new look!

Therefore, the grace of this sword is like the reappearance of the old man Qijue!

The girl is neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing. Even though she won against Ye Xun'er, she didn't feel the slightest bit happy.

The clear voice, like the autumn wind, spread all around and fell into the ears of countless warriors.

Some people were half confused and half understood, some young men suddenly became enlightened, some girls' eyes lit up, and some warriors were vaguely enlightened and seemed to want to break through.

"Master Ye San of Chang'an is well-deserved!"

Ye Ying meditated for a long time, then slammed his battle ax on the ground. Across the sky, he clasped his fists in the distance, and the sound was like a thunderous bell: "The third master is a martial arts genius, Ye Ying admires him! Xuanji is ranked first among you, and you are underestimating your talents."
Chapter completed!