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Chapter 828

Song Yihan was extremely humiliated, but he was frightened by the sword on his neck and did not dare to move.

When Ye Xiyue spoke like this, his lips moved and he really closed his mouth, not saying another word.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

What's going on?

Wasn't Song Yihan about to win? Why did the situation take a turn for the worse in the blink of an eye, and he was kneeling on the ground, with Ye Xiyue holding his life gate?

The smile on Qiao Qiaoqing's face disappeared instantly.

Lu Huaining narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Xiyue with a meaningful look.

Elder Mo Sang and others were all shocked and speechless, almost thinking that they had seen it wrong.

Situ Liuyun, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and smiled.

He sat lazily in his chair, with a smile on his handsome face and an undisguised sigh in his eyes.

"...He is such a smart and powerful character! This skill is used to attack the east and west, and the use of it is really admirable!"

Anyone can tell who said this.

After a short silence, someone asked in a low voice:

"How could this happen? It seems that Ye Xiyue recognized Song Yihan's true identity early on? But...is it possible?"

All of those present here can be considered to be quite talented people in the path of spiritual practice.

Even if it's not ranked at the top, it's still pretty good.

They didn't see the slightest clue, so how could Ye Xiyue tell the difference between the real thing and the fake one?

You know, those three figures are exactly the same from appearance, body shape to aura and demeanor!

Situ Liuyun suddenly tilted his head and asked:

"Elder Mo Sang, you guys...can tell, right?"

Elder Mo Sang hesitated for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

Situ Liuyun showed an unexpected expression, touched his chin again, and fell into deep thought.

He was referring to the spiritual emperors present.

He guessed well, only a strong man of this level could see through Song Yihan's tricks.

But Ye Xiyue had just broken through to the Spirit King, so how could he tell?

...

He is not the only one who has the same doubt.

The most confused person is still Song Yihan.

He originally thought this game was over——

How did Ye Xiyue figure it out?

"Want to know how I can tell if it's real or fake?"

Ye Xiyue seemed to understand his thoughts and simply asked.

Song Yihan paused and chose to nod.

He really doesn't understand!

With Ye Xiyue's level, she really shouldn't...

"It's very simple." Ye Xiyue said as she moved her wrist slightly, the Tianwen Sword slowly moved from Song Yihan's neck to his chest, where his heart is.

Song Yihan's heartbeat stopped for a moment!

Then, Ye Xiyue stabbed out with a sword!

Bang!

Seemingly being greatly affected, the two phantoms suddenly dissipated.

Qiao Qiaoqing finally couldn't hold himself back and shouted angrily:

"Ye Xiyue! How dare you!"

There were still so many people watching here. He didn't believe that Ye Xiyue actually dared to kill Song Yihan so openly!

However, Ye Xiyue stopped the moment he opened his mouth.

A shallow mark was stabbed on Song Yihan's chest, and red blood gradually smeared out, making people shudder to see it.

She raised her head, glanced at Qiao Qiaoqing, and said with a smile:

"Why are Vice President Qiao so angry? Haven't I done nothing yet? Don't worry, I know the rules of the Elite Club."

Song Yihan closed his eyes.

Only he knew that at that moment, the tip of her sword was only a stone's throw away from his heart!


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