Chapter 138

This is a gamble. If ye Xiwen can be promoted to Zhendao in the future, they will also get great benefits. Therefore, many old disciples who are still walking alone are interested at once, and more people are waiting and watching.

In this regard, Ye Feng, Yan Chiling and other senior executives of Qianyu Pavilion can personally feel that all these things are different after ye Xiwen won the victory. Not only the original members have greatly improved their centripetal force, but even the old disciples who were not interested in Qianyu pavilion have shown signs of joining Qianyu Pavilion, among which there are also five innate experts, These are already the elites among the inner disciples. The experts who originally despised Qianyu Pavilion should also join.

This is the huge influence brought by Ye Xiwen. In this power oriented world, personal strong strength can bring huge influence that absolutely exceeds anyone's imagination.

In the eyes of everyone, ye Xiwen finally ushered in his fifth round opponent, Mo Han after his great strength.

A long gun stands upright. It looks colder than before, but its breath is much stronger.

Compared with the first battle, few people were optimistic about ye Xiwen at that time. At that time, people only thought Ye Xiwen was overestimating his strength, but now no one thinks Ye Xiwen was overestimating his strength. Now ye Xiwen is a promising star, and even many people think that ye Xiwen will win, After all, although Mo Han's strength is relatively strong, he was just the congenital five peaks before. Although he understood the unity of gun and man, he was defeated by Ye Xiwen once before. Ye Xiwen is obviously stronger than before, and the victory and defeat seems to be obvious.

"I didn't expect to meet you in the fifth round!" Ye Xiwen said.

"I've been waiting for a long time!" Mo Han said coldly. At this time, ye Xiwen was the only one left in his eyes. The surrounding evaluation had no impact on him. Defeat him, defeat him!

This is the only idea left in his heart!

"You are stronger than before, but I still want to beat you!" Mo Han did not show weakness in his words. Although it can be seen that ye Xiwen is more powerful, he is not. Compared with three months ago, he is also more powerful, more powerful, far more powerful than three months ago, so he can rush all the way here.

"Do it!" Ye Xiwen said directly.

Mo Han gave a low cry and stepped on it fiercely. His Qi burst instantly. His body was like an arrow off the string. He rushed towards Ye Xiwen in an instant, and his long gun was shot in an instant. He didn't know how fast it was. The cold chill instantly reduced the surrounding temperature by many degrees, as if he was going to freeze people.

The gun gas contains the meaning of the gun. A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Xiwen's eyes. He didn't expect that he wrapped the meaning of the gun into the gun gas so soon. The name of genius is really worthy of its reputation and its strength is very strong. If he didn't meet himself, it might be very possible to break into the top 20.

Ye Xiwen grabbed at the void with his hand, and suddenly a Dharma knife condensed with true Qi was held in his hand and chopped out fiercely.

"Boom!" At the intersection of knives and guns, there was a huge sound of gold and iron. The air was violently rubbed, and bursts of thunder burst out in an instant.

"Why don't you give me a knife? Do you look down on me?" Mo Han took the gun and said coldly.

A martial arts madman like him can allow himself to fail and die, but he is absolutely not allowed to be looked down upon.

"Don't think too much. My Sabre technique itself is the method of condensing Qi into a knife. There is no big difference between whether the knife is in hand or not!" Ye Xiwen said faintly.

Cold moon cut itself takes Sabre Qi as the main attack technique. Unless it really meets an equal opponent, it doesn't make any difference whether there is a knife in hand. If the strength is worse than ye Xiwen, it can also be played without a knife. If the strength is too much stronger than him, having a knife can't change the outcome.

"In that case, I'm not polite!" Mo Han didn't think much. It's true that for some experts, whether they have the same in their hands or not.

As soon as the voice fell, the long gun was shot again, and the tip of the gun flickered with a terrible cold. It was like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole. It rushed at Ye Xiwen, and ye Xiwen was full of gun shadows in front of him.

Ye Xiwen also drew out the long sword of true Qi in an instant, danced a heavy shadow of the sword and greeted it.

"Qiang!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron with sparks sounded from the collision between the two. Ye Xiwen's real Qi long knife and Mo Han's long gun collided heavily, and a force ripple visible to the naked eye burst out, and immediately hit the bodies of the two figures heavily.

Ye Xiwen did not move. Mo Han retreated several steps. He could almost see the difference between high and low.

Mo Han didn't hesitate to shoot again. He just fought two moves. Mo Han was forced out of the realm of the unity of the gun and the man. Just after the second fight, Mo Han found that he was much more powerful than before in the past three months, but ye Xiwen's arrogance is even more unreasonable. If he could barely fight a close match in the past, Now we can't even be equal. We can only use the gun and man at the bottom of the pressure box.

When the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, Mo Han's body turned into gun shadows. On the tip of the gun, the innate true Qi condensed rapidly. His body overlapped with the gun body with the help of impulse. Under the cover of true Qi, the body and the long gun were almost integrated together. The gun man was one. The long gun cut through the air, hissing and hissing, and the air was punctured and cracked at that moment.

If Mo Han's spear was like a poisonous snake out of a hole before, now his spear is a long dragon Xiaotian.

In the face of Mo Han who has integrated the gun and man, ye Xiwen finally showed a dignified expression on his face. No wonder Mo Han was able to rush here all the way. After the integration of the gun and man, Mo Han's combat effectiveness has definitely exceeded the limit of congenital five weights and is comparable to many congenital six weights.

However, it was different from the last dodge. This time, ye Xiwen's body also swept out and met him.

In the field, the light of knife light and spear awn rose. A moment later, the two scenes flashed at the same time. Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, they rushed out. In a twinkling, they met in the field.

"Boom!"

The two lights and shadows collided with each other, and a terrible air wave burst from the tip of the two men's weapons, just like a tsunami.

In that terrible air wave, a figure flew out, almost had no power to fight back, and was split away with one blow.

The air of the riot calmed down in an instant. Everyone saw Ye Xiwen standing on the stage, losing hands. There was no suspense about the victory or defeat!

Suddenly, countless onlookers cheered. At this time, there is no difference between new and old disciples. Some are only strong, a strong who has created a record!

Is he going against the sky?

Many old disciples who originally didn't like Ye Xiwen had to admit that ye Xiwen was too strong. Mo Han's failure was not that he was not strong enough. After the integration of spearmen and men, he could even compare with the martial artists of the congenital six fold. If ye Xiwen hadn't been met, there would be no problem even rushing into the top ten.

But it happened that he met Ye Xiwen. It was like fate. Whether Zhang Chi or Mo Han, it was not that they were too weak, but that ye Xiwen was too strong. Ye Xiwen was so strong that no one could resist his progress.

"This one, ye Xiwen, win!"

Ye Xiwen successfully passed the fifth round and has set a new record set by Qi Feifan. At least he should be the first person in a century.

While everyone was boiling, a cold voice came and said, "Ye Xiwen, your good luck is over. Enjoy your last time!"

Ye Xiwen looked, it was the little Marquis who looked into Ye Xiwen's eyes. There was both resentment and jealousy. Why, why, he also passed the sixth round. No one paid attention to him. Everyone's eyes were paying attention to Ye Xiwen. What's good about him, what's good about him!

Why is he!

Ye Xiwen looked at the little Marquis coldly, because he just knew that his opponent in the next game was the arrogant and domineering little marquis.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or someone moved. In short, at this time, he met the little marquis.

After a little rest, ye Xiwen heard his voice.

"Next, ye Xiwen, Zhu Bingxun!"

Zhu Bingxun is the name of the little Marquis!

"Ye Xiwen, come on, kill that Zhu Bingxun!"

"Come on, create history, create myth!"

The disciples at the bottom almost support Ye Xiwen's voice. If Zhu Bingxun wins, it's nothing to see. It's almost the same as all previous dynasties.

However, if ye Xiwen wins, it will be different. It will create a historical record, a record that future generations can't surpass, and witness the birth of miracles. In the next game, it will face the top expert who ranked first in the original seed disciple list. Winning will create history and myth.

Everyone wants Ye Xiwen to win, not the same Zhu Bingxun.

This made Zhu Bingxun's face look ugly all of a sudden. It rose like the color of pig liver. It was so angry that he looked at Ye Xiwen's eyes.

(to be continued)