When the smoke and dust on the competition stage dispersed, everyone saw the two protagonists for the first time. Ye Feixuan held the Qingming Sword in her hand and looked at Xuanyuan Jinghua across from her with a calm expression. Xuanyuan Jinghua fell on the edge of the competition stage, just one step away from falling. At this moment, the Changhong Sword drawn by Xuanyuan Jing had fallen aside. Her face with exquisite makeup was covered with dust and blood, her hair was messy, and she looked at Ye Feixuan in disbelief. Lost? She actually lost and was defeated by Ye Feixuan with one move! Thinking of the last four words, she turned pale for a moment, and finally fell on the competition stage and passed out. Everyone in the arena looked at this scene with disbelief, especially the disciples of the hidden Xuanyuan family. "Oh my God, Senior Sister Ye is even more powerful than I thought. She actually defeated Xuanyuan Jinghua with one move!" "Xuanyuan Jinghua has indeed defeated many of our disciples before, but she has never tried to defeat them with a single move!" biqubao.com "As expected of the disciple of the First Sword Immortal, Senior Sister Ye is amazing!" Lu Yingzhou came to his senses and was filled with excitement, "A-Xuan is so amazing!" The wish of the sect leader and master to dampen the might of the Hidden Xuanyuan Family has come true. Even if it is a bit too powerful, I don’t know if the Hidden Xuanyuan Family can withstand it? After all, he had heard that Ji Yilin of the Hidden Ji Family was so shocked by Xiao Yezi that he almost went crazy. Ye Feiran nodded in agreement, "A-Xuan is indeed amazing!" Moreover, this coquettish operation really directly regained all the face that Xuantian Immortal Sect had lost before. After the disciples of the hidden Xuanyuan family came to their senses, they immediately flew to the competition platform to check Xuanyuan Jinghua's condition, and then quickly lifted him down for treatment. Xuanyuan Ruhua was sure that her sister's injury was not serious. It was probably because she couldn't accept this fact that she passed out, and he felt relieved. Under the influence of the elixir, Xuanyuan Jinghua woke up quickly, his expression a little numb, and he still couldn't accept the result that he was defeated by Ye Feixuan. Xuanyuan Ruhua reached out and patted the back of her hand, and said softly, "Jing, heal your wounds quickly. Then we will go on stage to challenge Ye Feixuan." Hearing this, a light finally appeared in Xuanyuan Jinghua's eyes, and it became brighter and brighter. Yes, what they are best at is the double sword technique. Ye Feixuan can defeat her with one move, but she may not be able to defeat the two sisters' double sword technique. "Sister, I understand." "Okay, you heal your wounds quickly, and I will also challenge Ye Feixuan." Xuanyuan Ruhua said. Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jinghua hesitated and whispered, "Sister, you have to be mentally prepared." Xuanyuan Ruhua smiled slightly, "I know, don't think too much about it. Didn't my parents say that? Although the disciples of our hidden family are powerful, they must also understand that there are people outside the world." Looking at his sister's smile, and then thinking that he had just passed out because he could not accept the result, Xuanyuan Jinghua suddenly looked ashamed. It can also be seen from this that Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua have much better temperaments than Ji Yilin and Ji Yiyao. Next, Xuanyuan Jinghua healed his wounds, and Xuanyuan Ruhua came on stage to challenge Ye Feixuan. Because his sister was defeated by Ye Feixuan with one move, Xuanyuan Ruhua also used his strongest sword at the beginning. Xuanyuan Ruhua flew into the air, gathered his spiritual power and slashed at Ye Feixuan with his sword. The Divine Sword Qinghong Sword was now blood red, exuding an oppressive aura of death. "One Sword Qinghong!" Seeing this, Ye Feixuan raised her eyebrows slightly, slashed out with her sword, and faced it with sharp sword energy. Only this time, she used 80% of her strength. The two attacks collided with everyone's horrified eyes, and they also made a huge collision sound, and finally turned into a violent explosion. "boom!" This time the referee has experience, so he has already activated the protective shield on the competition stage. However, the competition stage was also shrouded in smoke and dust, and no one could see clearly what was going on inside. "This competition platform may be almost scrapped!" Ke Ziming said quietly. As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him with a strange look. Is now the time to care about whether the competition platform will be scrapped? Ke Ziming raised his eyebrows slightly, didn't Junior Sister Ye Feixuan win? In his opinion, Ye Feixuan can defeat Xuanyuan Jinghua with one move, and naturally she can defeat Xuanyuan Ruhua with one move. Oh, Xuanyuan Ruhua used the strongest move, and Ye Feixuan's move was also more powerful than before! When the smoke and dust dissipated, Ye Feixuan was indeed the same as before, holding the Qingming Sword in her hand and looking at Xuanyuan Ruhua opposite with a calm expression. Although Xuanyuan Ruhua did not fall to the ground like Xuanyuan Jinghua, her Qinghong Sword had already penetrated the ground. Her right hand was placed on the sword to support herself, and her hands were trembling a little. At the same time, his face was covered with dust, blood was constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his three thousand hairs were no longer restrained. It looked very tragic! She raised her eyes to look at Ye Feixuan and said, "I lost!" As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Xuantian Immortal Sect immediately cheered. "Wow, Senior Sister Ye not only defeated Xuanyuan Jinghua with one move, but also defeated Xuanyuan Ruhua with one move. It's really amazing!" "That's right, I don't think the hidden Xuanyuan family is still so arrogant?" Hearing this, the expressions of Xuanyuan Ye, Xuanyuan Feng and Xuanyuan Jinghua changed slightly. The first two did not forget the injured Xuanyuan Ruhua and hurriedly walked onto the competition stage. Xuanyuan Ruhua leaned on Xuanyuan Ye and did not forget to say, "Fellow Daoist Ye, after my injury recovers, how about we compete again?" "Okay!" Ye Feixuan agreed readily. The reason why she chose to defeat Xuanyuan Jinghua and Xuanyuan Ruhua in one move was just to follow the wishes of the sect master Ke Duzhong so that the sword cultivators of the Xuantian Immortal Sect could regain their morale. But for herself, she wanted to slowly compete with the sword cultivating sisters of the Xuanyuan family. Xuanyuan Ruhua, who is also the proud son of the sword cultivator, immediately understood why Ye Feixuan agreed so readily. She hesitated for a moment and continued, "Fellow Daoist Ye, what we two sisters are best at is the double sword technique. I don't know when the time will come." Can we go on stage to compete with you?" The corners of Ye Feixuan's lips curved slightly, "What a coincidence. My sister and I have also practiced the Double Sword Technique. When the time comes, we will compete together." As soon as these words came out, not only the Xuanyuan family in the hidden world had doubts on their faces, but the disciples of Xuantian Immortal Sect also had doubts on their faces. "Who is Senior Sister Ye's sister? How come I don't know." "I don't know either." "Ye Feixuan...Ye Feiran...Is the new disciple accepted by Immortal Lord Pei Yu the sister of Senior Sister Ye?" Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Feiran. Ye Feiran smiled slightly and lightly opened her lips, "Yes, I am your senior sister Ye's sister." "Oh my god, they are actually two sisters!" After a while of surprise, everyone began to wonder why Ye Feixuan was a ghost cultivator, but neither Ye Feiran nor Ye Feixuan wanted to explain. At the same time, Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua also looked at Ye Feiran and fell into deep thought. Ye Feixuan's swordsmanship is so powerful, how about her sister's swordsmanship?
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
