Chapter 532

Situ Liuyun's eyes also showed a smile. It could be seen that situ Muyang's strength was stronger than he imagined. Under such offensives, I'm afraid his opponent could not hold out for long.

On the duel platform where Su Yi was, the last young man was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and embarrassed.

Picking up the fallen sword and inserting it upside down into the ground to support his body, the young man looked at Su Yi with a look of horror in his eyes.

He didn't want to fight, but he didn't dare to fight again and was unable to fight.

"Whoosh..."

Under the duel platform, a figure rose from the air, stopped briefly at low altitude for a moment, and then fell lightly in front of Su Yi.

This is a young man in his twenties. His black tights are decorated with a strong and symmetrical figure. A gray cloak is lifted, and his facial features are three-dimensional. His expression is cold.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Su Yi's eyes slightly picked up, and a smile curled around the corner of his mouth. This young man was no other than Jian Xi.

"As I said, I hope to have a chance to really let go at the 10000 swords conference. I'm glad you've come to this step, so I won't regret it!"

Looking at Su Yi, Jian Xi's eyes twinkled with light, and a faint voice came from his mouth, still as cold as that.

"You should go to other duels, and maybe you can enter the next round. I'm afraid there's no hope here!"

Looking at Jian Xi in front of him, Su Yi didn't have much politeness. Jian Xi hadn't been on the duel platform just now. What he was looking for was himself.

Su Yi also knew the strength of Jian Xi. Although Jian Xi was defeated last time, it seemed that there were other cards.

At the moment, she noticed the smell that filled Jian Xi's body. Su Yi estimated that this guy also had opportunities to grow in the wanjian battlefield.

"Last time, I didn't try my best!"

Jian Xi looked at Su Yi, and his palm shook as he spoke, and then a three foot sword appeared in his hand. It was still the dazzling black sword, which was filled with Ancient Runes, and a force spread out in the faint light.

"Buzz!"

The body of the sword trembled slightly, and the vitality of the earth attribute in the body of Jian Xi fluctuated slightly. At that time, the sword sent out wind and thunder, and it was so alive that a mighty pressure diffused, making the void around tremble faintly!

"In that case, let's fight. We lost you last time, and we still lost you this time!"

Su Yi's expression hasn't changed much. Last time, he still didn't use his full strength.

This time, in the battlefield of ten thousand swords, Jian Xi had opportunities and progress, and he also had luck.

"Jian Xi and Su Yi seem to have fought last time!"

With the confrontation between Jian Xi and Su Yi, a lot of eyes were immediately attracted.

The elder dharmapala protector on the high platform was also attracted at this time.

Obviously, those disciples are far from enough compared with Jian Xi.

"This time, I won't give you another chance to pull out your sword!"

Jian Xi looked at Su Yi, and the sword in his hand began to fill with black light. The ancient runes on the sword body were flowing, revealing a mysterious mystery. The sword light sent out cut through the air, making the air around him fluctuate.

The last time Su Yi lost in front of him, it was already the knot of Jian Xi.

If this knot is confused, I'm afraid it will become a heart disease.

Feeling the breath on Jian Xi at the moment, Su Yi's eyes also moved slightly, then smiled faintly and said, "last time you lost under my sword, this time you don't need the sword!"

The voice fell, Su Yi backhand behind a draw, a big knife out of the sheath, suddenly appeared in his hand.

The broadsword is filled with light, which is not ordinary, but it is obviously different from the sword in Jian Xi's hand.

But when Su Yi pulled out his knife, many eyes around him suddenly twitched.

"This is the divine sword gate. Su Yi pulls out his knife and faces Jian Xi. Is this contempt for Jian Xi?"

"The divine sword sect regards the sword as its honor, but Su Yi gives out the sword. Is this the sword technique of the divine sword sect?"

Someone whispered that this was the divine sword gate. Facing the sword 11, Su Yi pulled out his knife and scabbard.

This is to despise Jian Xi, or despise the sword technique of the divine sword sect.

"OK."

Jian Xi's eyes were slightly stunned, which was disdain for him. When the voice slowly fell, the eyes on his face were deep, a black light flickered in his eyes, the breath on his body completely changed, and a sharp and thick momentum filled the air.

Standing there with one sword, you can't shake it!

"Elder martial brother Jian Xi did his best this time!"

"Elder martial brother Jian Xi lost accidentally last time. It was an accident. This time, Su Yi will not take advantage of it!"

"Brother Jian Xi, come on, beat that arrogant guy!"

In the full discussion, there were voices shouting loudly.

After all, there were few disciples who didn't hate Su Yi.

They have been unable to take revenge. At this moment, they can only hope on Jian Xi.

"Although Su Yi was arrogant, after all, senior brother Zhang Lingyun, who ranked ninth, also lost. Although he was defeated by Su Yi and situ Muyang, Su Yi was really strong. Who won and who lost is unknown."

Some disciples whispered, but they didn't dare to cause public anger, and their voices were very low.

The eyes of the Dharma protector elders on the high platform, even the leader situ Liuyun, also fell on Su Yi and Jian Xi at the moment, and they were all interested.

The sword in his hand roared, and Jian Xi's eyes stared at Su Yi tightly. A surge of fighting spirit penetrated from his deep eyes, covering his pupils, and the black light flashed.

He is Jian Xi. His last defeat has become a knot in his heart. If he can't defeat the boy in front of him this time, it will become an obstacle to his cultivation in this life and a heart disease.

This war, he wants to win, to untie the knot!

"War!"

In the next instant, a broken drink came from the mouth of Jian Xi. The sword light burst on the sword in his hand, and the vitality of the sole of his foot swept. The sole of his foot suddenly touched the ground, and the figure jumped up, and the sword awned.

At the same time, from the body of Jian Xi, a breath of cultivation in the middle and late stages of the quintuple of the yuan spirit realm or even close to the quintuple of the yuan spirit realm was completely released and swept away.

"Not vulgar!"

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Feeling the breath of Jian Xi, many elders on the high platform also secretly appreciated it.

Such a disciple is gifted and promising!

"Whew, whew..."

With the explosion of Jian Xi's figure, his body shape was almost like a vague shadow, swept from low altitude, and the sword in his hand vibrated at the same time.

In an instant, the sword lights turned into confused lights and shadows, and the extremely sharp Qi cut through the air, making the air ripple like ripples in the water, sending out the breaking wind of 'Xiu Xiu'.

In an instant, sword lights burst out, swooped down, and instantly swept over Su Yi, extremely fierce.