He looked at Liu Yi with blood all over his face, showing his white teeth and grinning: "Anything else? Come again?"

Liu Yi's face changed, and he looked at the crazy Wu Yu in shock. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he sneered. With a "whoosh" sound, the red-level flying sword that was smashed away by Wu Yu instantly sank into Wu Yu's back!

Just as all the disciples of the Nixuan Sect burst into screams, the flying sword unexpectedly only penetrated an inch of Wu Yu's body and could no longer move forward.

Black light was seen flowing on Wu Yu's body, and he looked like a piece of fine iron, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

Grabbing the red flying sword in his other hand, Wu Yu pressed it to the ground and stomped on it hard.

“Crunch—”

A teeth-grinding sound came from the sword, and the red-level flying sword was actually destroyed by him.

The disciples of the Nixuan Sect suddenly burst into cheers.

"Again?"

There was no smile on Wu Yu's face, only madness.

Liu Yi trembled slightly, and actually felt a little fear in his heart towards the dark-skinned man. He didn't care about the destroyed red-level flying sword. He roared and took out a red-level Canglang sword again and hung it above his head.

There was a moment of silence in the field, and the disciples of the Nixuan Sect all stopped smiling.

The Canglang Sect disciples looked as if they had known about this for a long time and were not surprised at all.

Before this team of disciples came, the sect gave each of them five red-grade Canglang swords and one orange-grade Canglang sword.

This is what it means to be rich and powerful!

In the Luofeng Sect's team, Qian Fengnian immediately booed to express his dissatisfaction, and after being glared at by Qian Lang, he shrank his neck.

"Isn't this cheating?" he said dissatisfiedly.

"Financial resources are also part of strength. As talisman masters, we should understand this even more, right?" Lu Chifeng said lightly.

Many Luofeng Sect disciples nodded, it was indeed true.

"Then keep trying!"

"go!!"

Liu Yi took a few steps back, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face.

The scene seemed to have returned to its original state.

This time, after Wu Yu struggled for dozens of rounds, the black light on his body suddenly disappeared, and a sword pierced his shoulder. He lost.

Chen Yebai took a deep breath, took the initiative to step forward to comfort Wu Yu, and then strode onto the martial arts field.

To rebel against Emperor Xuanzong, it depends on him.

Shaking his slightly trembling hands, he jumped on the field, then looked at Liu Yi and said loudly: "Negative Xuanzong, Chen Yebai!"

Lengthy uproar.

"The seventh level of Refining Yuan? There really is no one left in the Nixuan Sect, right?"

"This, this is too rubbish. Does this count as giving up? They can't even gather five disciples at the tenth level of Refining Yuan. This Nixuan Sect is really... too rubbish."

Several seniors who were watching the ceremony seemed to frown, but when they saw that Ni Xuanzong and others did not show any intention of explaining, they did not think much about it, even Qian Lang.

Liu Yi snorted and laughed: "You are the disciples of the rebellious Xuanzong--"

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a cold voice.

“One move!”

Chen Yebai stood with his hands behind his back, a look of disdain on his face.

Suddenly, there was silence in the field, but a hint of expectation appeared on the originally gloomy faces of the Nixuan Sect's disciples.

Chen Yebai, the eldest inner sect disciple.

He proved his strength in the sect competition.

And his familiar tone, at this moment, brought hope to the disciples of Nixuan Sect!

"come on!"

A gentle but trusting shout rang out in the area where the Nixuan Sect disciples were, followed by the heartfelt shouts of all the disciples.

"Come on, Senior Brother Chen!"

"Brother Chen! Fuck him!"

Amidst those words of encouragement, Chen Yebai gradually calmed down. His mind was now filled with the figure and expression of another person.

Wang Mu.

That look of eternal calm, with a hint of cruelty.

Chen Yebai had learned a little bit at this time.

"One move, I only need one move to defeat you."

He said lightly.

Although Liu Yi knew that the other party was trying to provoke him, he still couldn't help but get angry.

It was because Chen Yebai's expression at this moment was calm yet disdainful, and it felt like defeating him was as easy as stepping on an ant to death.

So, Liu Yi was still angry.

"go!"

After the battle just now, Ni Xuan Zong had returned his orange-level Canglang sword, so at this moment he flew the sword without hesitation, and the water-blue Canglang sword even turned directly into a blue light!

Seeing this, Chen Yebai did not dodge.

Calm down, calm down.

He kept recalling Xu Feng's fighting style when they fought each other. This was also the thing he studied the most during these days of seclusion!

Instantly, the blue light appeared in front of Chen Yebai. Chen Yebai just whispered in his heart: "Wind!"

Huh! His figure blurred in an instant, causing the Canglang Sword to pass through without hitting him!

"edge!"

Upon seeing this, Chen Yebai waved his hand casually, and dozens of green wind blades condensed in front of him in an instant, and then shot towards the shocked Liu Yi at a speed not inferior to Liu Yi's flying sword.

He immediately took out a red-level Canglang sword and thrust it downwards with both hands.

“The waves are surging!”

A surge of energy surged out and slammed into the blue wind blades in the sky.

At this moment, Liu Yi pinched his sword again, and the flying orange-level Canglang sword turned into a blue light and shot back, heading straight for Chen Yebai.

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