The frost on everyone's faces also disappeared, just like the ice and snow melting, and the spring warmed the earth.
Ye Jinghong's sword was terrifying and sad.
Everyone held their breath, so shocked that they couldn't calm down for a long time.
Gu Xuan looked moved and said: "Terrible!"
Ye Jinghong, the young lord of the abandoned city, is the number one young hero today.
The world has forgotten that city, whether it is forgotten or abandoned, Ye Jinghong's sword is destined to make people remember the ancient name of this city again - Demon Suppressing City.
There is a young city lord in the Demon City, his name is Ye Jinghong.
The Ye family has never abandoned Demon Suppression City, and their young city master Ye has never abandoned it.
Nan Rong Yin Feng Su Rong, both are young heroes, but they are also superior to each other. Ye Jingcheng is so terrifying when he draws his sword.
After Lu Wenlin saw this sword, he believed that Ye Jinghong could remove the sharp edges of Gu Sanye's fists with one sword.
If anyone among these one hundred and forty-four people is qualified to compete with Mr. Gu, it must be Ye Jinghong.
Compared to the shocked and moved expressions of others, Xie Fu was very calm. He looked at Ye Jinghong's sword very seriously and attentively.
Brother Ye, I feel and understand your sword.
Leng Leng in the field looked pale, with his hairpin flying off, and his long hair disheveled like a ghost. He no longer looked as cool and elegant as an immortal before.
I couldn't believe it, how could it be possible! If I broke my unique trick, how could I lose?
No matter how powerful the move is, I can withstand it and counterattack the opponent at the moment when he is at his peak, so when he faces Ye Jinghong's power, he is brave and fearless.
But the facts are before our eyes.
The Taoist robe was in pieces, and there were countless scars on his body caused by the sword energy. If any of these scars did not scratch his flesh, but stabbed his vitals, he could be killed.
In other words, Ye Jinghong's sword could kill him countless times, but Ye Jinghong did not kill him.
He lost, no matter in terms of martial arts or personality, he lost completely.
I lost, Xianzhen, I really don’t deserve to be your disciple.
"I lost!"
The three words "Leng Leng" resounded through the sky and reached everyone's ears clearly.
This extremely arrogant Taoist was also convinced by the defeat.
Xiao Ranzhuoli's Ye Jinghong heard these three words, and the white snow-white clothes began to ooze blood, like thousands of springs gushing together.
In an instant, the white clothes were dyed red, like a hot red flower.
Others were shocked when they saw it, what happened? Was Ye Jinghong also injured?
They clearly saw the red light overshadowing the silver light at the moment when the dragon and phoenix clashed.
Just when everyone was puzzled, Ye Jinghong fell proudly.
With a splash of water, the favored man of heaven turned into a mortal body and fell.
Xie Fu waded in, picked up Ye Jinghong from the water, and called out: "Brother Ye."
Ye Jinghong closed his eyes tightly, with a sad look on his face, and he should not respond.
"Brother Ye!"
Xie Fu knew that when Ye Jinghong was injured and used this sword that shocked the world and made people cry, it was because he had a fearless determination to die. This was also the reason why he never used the sword.
I can't control the sword, it directly exceeds the limit that life can bear.
The sword is drawn to die.
Lu Wenlin shouted: "Third Master!"
Gu Xuan sighed: "The power of this sword is too great, Ye Jinghong's tendons have been broken."
Lu Wenlin was shocked.
At this time, the voiceless sounds of Fanfan floated from Duanchuan Tower and coiled around Ye Jinghong's body.
"The mantra of congratulations!"
"Miss Wang!"
Miss Wang also arrived today. Everyone looked towards Duanchuan Tower, where the voice of Sanskrit came from, and then they remembered that Miss Wang was a master of literature and art.
Wan Zhi! Xie Fu suddenly realized that he followed Wang Wan Zhi in reciting the mantra of congratulation silently. This scene was never similar. It was the same in Zhuang Sheng Temple that day.
It's just that Xie Fu became distracted after a while and was very strenuous.
During the battle in the illusion, he forcibly cast the Small Sky Thunder God-Destroying Mantra, and the chakra in his body was severely damaged and has not recovered at all.
In the Duanchuan Building, Wang Youtong stretched out his hand gently to Wang Wanzhi and said softly: "Wanzhi, forget it, don't waste your energy in vain. His veins are broken and he will be a cripple after he is rescued. For a hero, becoming a cripple is worse than death."
Be painful."
Wang Wanzhi kept chanting Sanskrit sounds and gently took away Wang Youtong's hand.
Wang Youtong sighed: "You are still so compassionate."
Lu Wenlin said loudly: "Fellow writers, follow Miss Wang."
The mixed and harmonious sounds of Sanskrit and Sanskrit came from everywhere in Yinchunshui Pavilion.
Zhang Lingxiao also said loudly: "Fellow literary masters, please do your best."
Gu Xuan's voice was like a bell: "Gu Hai, save people!"
Such a hero should not die in this place. This is not his stage. This stage is too small.
The four literary masters brought by the Wuzhong Clan this time worked together without hesitation.
You must know that at the time of the Suzhou Wenting Temple Fair, the four clans in Wuzhong were very stingy in their efforts.
Through the efforts of a group of literary and Taoist experts, Ye Jinghong was finally able to temporarily save his life and was taken to the Wang family for treatment.
Before anyone could make any adjustments, Governor Wu announced loudly: "The Ninth Vertical Victory!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised. Ye Jinghong obviously won.
Leng Leng was surprised when he heard this and said angrily to Governor Wu: "I lost, didn't you hear clearly?"
Governor Wu said expressionlessly: "According to the rules, the person who falls first loses. If this young master does not want to continue, he will automatically abstain from the next round."
Everyone felt sad after hearing this. If they thought about it carefully, it would be meaningless even if Ye Jinghong stood out and entered the next round.
"Please invite the eighth and twelfth columns of the Geng character to compete."
Xie Fu, there is still a fight to be done, so please calm down.
As Gu Xuan came on the stage, everyone focused on the final competition of Yin Chun Shui Xie from their emotions just now.
Others wanted to see Gu Xuan's elegant demeanor, but Lu Wenlin, Yi Hang, and Nan Rong Yinfeng fixed their eyes on Fu Xie.
Xie Fu represented the younger generation challenging the senior demigods. Originally, this battle was supposed to be represented by Ye Jinghong.
It's just that due to the rules, Ye Jinghong and Gu Xuan are not in the same character group.
Yi Hang was concerned about Xie Fu and asked: "Yinfeng, what do you think?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Nan Rong Yinfeng's face was expressionless: "I just hope he won't be like me, being knocked down with one move."
Yi Hang said in a deep voice: "Gu Xuan is really so powerful."
Nanrong Yinfeng said: "Actually, I prefer Ye Jinghong to be on top at this time."
Ye Jinghong's sword attack just now convinced him. Only Ye Jinghong could possibly shake Gu Xuan.
Although Leng Leng was powerful, the power of Ye Jinghong's sword was not needed to deal with Leng Leng. The sword was too fierce, and Ye Jinghong couldn't help himself.
Lu Wenlin talked to him: "Although Brother Xie's sword moves are simple, his true energy is very strong. It may not be able to shake the Third Master."
He had played against Xie Fu and always felt that Xie Fu did not use his full strength. What would it look like if Xie Fu went all out? This was also his expectation.
Leng Leng said coldly: "Except for Ye Jinghong, no one can shake the number one martial artist in Suzhou."
Gu Xuan is not on the same level as these young juniors. Shen Yuan is already at the semi-grandmaster level, and may not even be close to Qinghua Immortal.
Lu Wenlin did not deny it, "No matter what, being able to compete with a master of Master San's level is a valuable experience."
If this is not a competition, if you encounter an opponent like Gu Sanye in a fight, you will definitely die without a second chance.
At this time, two uninvited guests came to Yinchunshui Pavilion, one was Li Huichao and the other was Yuanyue, both of whom were standing near the shore.
Yi Hang did not show up at the competition venue within the stipulated time. Li Huichao won without a fight and stood out in the first round.
Li Huichao came to Yin Chun Shui Pavilion specifically to find Gu Xuan's weaknesses. If he couldn't find Gu Xuan's weaknesses, he would not be able to play at all.
The four nobles in Wuzhong are very shameless, even more shameless than him.
As for Yuanyue, who was eliminated yesterday and ended his marriage proposal, he came to Yinchunshui Pavilion this time. In addition to wanting to see the first person in Suzhou martial arts, he also wanted to know the strength of Xie Fu.
How much does it cost to kill Xie Fu?
At Chen Qinglan's cocktail party, he made a belief in his heart that only one of him and this man could continue to live in the world.
Just like two tigers fighting each other, one of them must die. Survival of the fittest makes no sense.
He must also kill this man to regain his confidence.
Xie Fu and Gu Xuan stared at each other. Although they didn't really take action, they were already fighting with each other.
Others could also feel the invisible pressure, but Xie Fu was the first to bear the brunt.
Lu Wenlin smiled: "How long do you think it will take for Brother Xie to draw his sword?"
When masters like them face Gu Xuan's level, their body's martial arts instinct will spontaneously produce a sense of fear, just like people with higher knowledge, when they are studying, they can detect things that ordinary people cannot detect.
profound.
It took Nan Rong Yinfeng a few seconds to overcome this fear and swing the first sword with all his strength, but he didn't know how long it would take Xie Fu.
No one answered Lu Wenlin's question. Many people were in the same situation as they were facing Gu Xuan.
But did Xie Fu really overcome the fear he felt when confronting Gu Xuan, as Lu Wenlin said?
Xie Fu didn't have any fear, it could even be said that he didn't feel anything.
Xie Fu was already accustomed to fighting against a master like Duanmuci every day, and he would end up being pinned to the ground and rubbed by her anyway.
Others don't have this kind of opportunity, but here with Xie Fu, it's like eating and sleeping.
This is the difference between Xie Fu and Nan Rong Yinfeng, and also the difference between him and other masters.
Gu Xuan looked at Xie Fu, the more he looked at it, the more he admired it, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
In this battle, he regarded himself as a millstone and planned to sharpen Xie Fu's sword.
Little did he know that Fu Xie didn’t need Gu Xuan to sharpen his skills.
Duanmu Ci had long been grinding Xie Fu every day, grinding during the day and grinding again at night, until he died.
Seeing Fu Kunwu unsheath his sword, Lu Wenlin was surprised: "So fast!"
Nan Rong Yinfeng, who had always been expressionless, also looked moved.
Leng Leng said coldly: "To be able to reach the finals of the Geng character is not an ordinary person."
Leng Leng recognized Xie Fu, but recognition did not mean he was convinced.
In the middle of the field, Xie Fu said to Gu Xuan: "I salute the young city lord with this sword, senior, be careful."
Gu Xuan smiled brightly: "Just try your best." Compared with his indifference when facing Nan Rong Yinfeng, he had a little more expectation at this moment.
