Chapter 387

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"Whew, whew..."

The sword is as sharp as electricity.

The fierce sword Qi spread from the square and swept all directions, making the disciples present tremble.

"Jian Xi is incredibly strong!"

The deacons present were also full of shock. The achievements of Jian Xi were obvious to all, and their future was limitless!

"Can Su Yi still compete?"

"This is the real strength of elder martial brother Jian Xi. I'm afraid Su Yi can't compete!"

In this short time, there were also people on the scene who were worried about Su Yi.

But at the moment, no one will feel that Su Yi is overestimating his strength. Even if this war is defeated, it has proved its own horror.

"Hiss..." at the critical moment, under the eyes of the audience, at this moment, Su Yi's closed eyes suddenly opened, with two sword like lights sweeping out from the depths of his pupils.

At the same time, from Su Yi's body, a kind of unconventional aura, accompanied by a great prestige, permeated out.

In full view of the public, Su Yi moved, and the sword in his hand directly stabbed out. The sword light was dazzling, but also carrying a sharp wind, he fiercely pointed to the sword light covered by the former.

"Dang Dang..."

Suddenly, a violent sound of the golden dagger exploded, with a violent wind from the place where the two collided and clashed.

"Hula..."

Suddenly, a strong wind swept the square, and some onlookers nearby retreated in a panic.

The light of the sword is dazzling, dazzling, and the strong wind is violent, which makes it difficult for the deacons present to pry their eyes in and shock their hearts!

The strong wind swept, the violent wind and the sharp sword light burst, and a gray figure staggered backward.

"Deng Deng..."

The sole of the figure wiped the ground and shook back in a straight line. The mottled slate turned into powder, and the subtle ground cracks climbed. After a few feet, it stabilized its body.

Black hair was scattered, and the gray robe on his body was broken with several cracks. Two bloody sword marks appeared obviously on his left arm and shoulder, but the wound was very shallow, just a sword mark.

This is Su Yi's current situation, which is quite embarrassed, and his face also has a pale color.

"Lost, Su Yi lost, he was injured!"

The spectators around were stunned, and then there was an unexpected cry from the crowd.

"Hum, how can it be an opponent!"

Among the dozens of disciples of the torture hall, there was a cold feeling in the eyes of young people, who had always believed that Su Yi was absolutely defeated.

"Hey, I lost after all!"

"Even if you lose, you have proved yourself!"

Some of the disciples gathered around, and some sighed with regret.

After sweeping all the way, a sudden external disciple finally stopped here and was defeated in the hands of Jian Xi of the punishment hall.

In the field, Su Yi turned a deaf ear to the surrounding discussion, holding the sword in his hand, slightly raised his eyes and looked at the gradually dispersed energy wind.

There, a black figure emerged, becoming clearer and clearer.

The figure in black, the black battle dress and the gray robe are elegant, outlining a straight body, just like a sword peak, and the excellent sword in his hand is filled with brilliance, emitting a 'buzzing' sound of the sword.

Seeing this scene, everyone seems to have a clear idea.

Jian Xi was the 15th place on the sword tower after all, and Su Yi, the external disciple, was defeated.

"There seems to be something wrong..."

Suddenly, someone looked surprised and saw the cold face of Jian Xi. At the moment, it was with a dull color. There was some confusion and shock in his eyes looking at Su Yi.

Someone stared and looked carefully.

Suddenly, the chest of Jian Xi began to get wet, and blood began to seep out.

There was a blood hole on the chest of Jian Xi. If the wound was lower, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the same time, the mouth of Jian Xi was flushed with blood, and his face suddenly turned white.

"No, it seems that brother Jian Xi lost!"

Looking at Jian Xi, there was a flash of shock in his eyes. It seemed that Su Yi didn't lose. It was Jian Xi who lost.

Those eyes that just felt that Su Yi had been defeated were also completely replaced by shock at the moment.

No one expected that the final result was that the magnificent sword 11 was defeated.

The shock of those deacons at the moment will not be under any disciples.

Even how Jian Xi was injured, even they didn't see clearly.

"The move Su Yi just performed has been divorced from the ordinary sword move. Even if he did not understand the real meaning of the sword, it is not far away. He can break the full strength of sword 11. One sword will hurt sword 11. Su Yi will definitely not be an ordinary outside disciple from the 36th sword peak. I think it will not be simple!" A deacon breathed out a deep breath after a long time, and he couldn't bear the shock color all over his eyes.

In the messy square, Su Yi stood quietly, disheveled, looking very embarrassed.

Jian Xi raised his eyes and looked at Su Yi's shocked eyes. His eyes were a little jumpy and his body was a little stiff.

"I lost."

A moment later, Jian Xi sighed lightly, and the expression on his face gently converged, restoring the cold color.

"Lost, it's brother Jian Xi who lost!"

Although all the disciples of the divine sword sect present had seen that Jian Xi had lost and seemed to be more seriously injured, they couldn't help but be shocked at the moment when they heard Jian Xi admit defeat.

"Really won, brother Su Yi really won!"

Zhang Qing and others clenched their fists, their eyes trembling with excitement.

They didn't expect that even the sword 11 of the torture hall was defeated. That guy was so tough!

Listening to Jian Xi's words, Su Yi smiled faintly, put away the sword in his hand as if nothing had happened, and said to Jian Xi, "I said, if you block me, I will defeat you as well."

"I'm still careless. If I work hard, who wins and who loses is not sure!" Jian Xi raised his eyes and looked at Su Yi and said so.

Su Yi's eyes moved secretly. Naturally, it was clear that the sword he just shot was a killing move, not a killing heart, but that sword was a killing sword, but in the end, it only hurt Jian Xi.

Su Yi can also feel that although Jian Xi has just done its best, there seems to be a sense of unfinished business, as if there is any cards left.

Jian Xi can rank fifteenth above the sword tower in a big sect like Shenjian gate. How can this guy be simple.

"As I said, sword is not what I'm good at!"

After a pause, Su Yi calmly said that Jian Xi seemed to have a card, but he had reservations.

"Then I hope there will be a chance to really let go at the wanjian Conference!"

Listening to Su Yi's words, Jian Xi smiled faintly, but there was a light flashing in his eyes, and then said, "this time I lost, and from then on I quit the torture hall."