Chapter 2059

The cultivators all around had shocked expressions on their faces, especially the ghost cultivators present, whose eyes suddenly turned hot when they looked at Ye Feixuan. But they all knew that now was not the time to ask questions. Suddenly, many ghost cultivators started shouting. "Yinjiu, remember to be kind to the fragrance and cherish the jade, until you finish it." Yinjiu is a practitioner of Shou Lei. Yes, even though Ye Feixuan was already a peak Mahayana ghost cultivator at a young age, no other cultivator except Ye Feiran thought she could defeat Yin Jiu. Ye Feixuan didn't care at all, but Yinjiu began to think about gentler moves to deal with her. The next moment, he took out a piano. Seeing Qin, neither Ye Feixuan nor Ye Feiran expected that Yinjiu, who looked like a macho man at first sight, could also use sound attack. Ye Feixuan took out a long sword, not the Green Underworld Sword, but a holy-level underworld weapon. Seeing this, Yinjiu was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that such a delicate girl like Ye Feixuan was a swordsman, but he had no intention of changing his moves. After seeing Yin Jiu and Ye Feixuan getting ready, the referee announced, "The competition begins!" As the referee's voice fell, Yinjiu played ghost music. This piece of ghost music is not unpleasant to listen to, and is very beautiful. The third team of Fengyun immediately thought that Yin Jiu was planning to bring Ye Feixuan into the illusion. This was naturally thanks to the fact that Ye Feiran, a divine musician, often trained their ability to face sound attacks. Lu Yingzhou hadn't noticed this yet, but Ye Feixuan also knew Yinjiu's intention from the beginning. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yinjiu suddenly became so compassionate, I'm not used to it." "He just wants to know how this little girl hides the ghost cultivator's aura." "Why hasn't the little girl responded yet?" Yin Jiu was also paying attention to Ye Feixuan's reaction. Ye Feixuan stood there for a while and then started to take action. She raised her sword, and a metallic sword intent struck Yinjiu. Yin Jiu really didn't notice Ye Feixuan, so he didn't dodge, but when the sword struck him, he took a few steps back, and a hint of fishy sweetness came up in his throat, but he swallowed it. He looked at Ye Feixuan in disbelief. Not only was this little girl not affected by his own sound attack, but she could also understand the meaning of the sword. Don't look at the appearance! "Little girl, I underestimated my enemy, and I will be rude next time." Hearing this, the cultivators around him also looked at Ye Feixuan with disbelief. "It seems that this little girl is not simple!" "Sword cultivators are generally very powerful in combat!" Ye Feixuan didn't speak, she just stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation. This scene fell into the eyes of the surrounding practitioners, who naturally thought she was too frivolous! "This little girl is so crazy!" "Yinjiu, suppress her arrogance!" Yinjiu ignored these words because he felt that Ye Feixuan had not tried her best before, but was just testing. The next moment, he put away his piano and took out a long spear, which was also a holy-level underworld weapon. Seeing Yinjiu take out the spear, the expressions of the cultivators around him became serious. They looked at Yinjiu and then at Ye Feixuan. Especially the three Mahayana ghost cultivators, their eyes fell on Ye Feixuan. Yin Jiu is best at marksmanship, and now he plans to use marksmanship against Ye Feixuan. The meaning is self-evident. "Little girl, I'm going to do it!" "please!" Yinjiu narrowed her eyes and swiped a spear directly at Ye Feixuan, trying to knock her off the ring with one shot. Ye Feixuan held a long sword in her hand and struck with a metallic sword intent. The metallic sword intent collided with the spear, making a loud noise, and Yinjiu took a few steps back again. This time, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. "No way?" Suddenly, the practitioners below the arena were all excited. The first time Yinjiu was repulsed, it can be said that he underestimated the enemy, but the second time cannot be said, so this little girl is really powerful! At this moment, the cultivators around him stopped despising Ye Feixuan and began to guess who would win and who would lose in this competition. If it weren't for the fact that he was new here, Ye Feiran would have wanted to start a gambling game on the spot. Yin Jiu looked at Ye Feixuan and still felt that she was not using her full strength, but she attacked again with a spear in hand. This time, he planned to use one of his most famous moves. Ye Feixuan's eyes lit up when she saw Yin Jiu finally using his strongest move. She no longer used her sword intention, but struck forward with a long sword in her hand. However, she still overestimated Yinjiu's most powerful move, or overestimated the quality of the holy spear. The long sword and the long spear collided. The long sword actually destroyed the long spear, and the long spear broke into two pieces. "puff!" The spear was damaged, and Yinjiu was instantly seriously injured and fell directly to the stage. Seeing this, many practitioners in the audience stood up in surprise. Yinjiu has been guarding the ring for so long, and this is the first time they have seen him in such a mess. This little girl is too strong! After the referee determined that Yinjiu could no longer fight, he came out and announced, "This little girl wins!" Yes, in the city that never sleeps, practitioners can reveal their names or not. Yin Jiu was carried down for treatment, and Ye Feixuan officially became the defender of No. 10. She raised her eyes and looked around. She said nothing, but stretched out her hand to make a gesture of invitation. The three Mahayana ghost cultivators in the audience looked at each other, and one of them flew onto the stage. "Hey, Feng Gui finally came on stage. His strength is on par with Yin Jiu, and Feng Gui is also a swordsman. I wonder if he can defeat the little girl?" After Feng Gui took out a holy long sword, the referee glanced at Ye Feixuan and announced, "The competition begins!" Feng Gui slashed at Ye Feixuan with his sword, and Ye Feixuan also attacked with his sword. The two swords collided and exploded, creating a huge impact. Feng Gui was knocked back a few steps, but Ye Feixuan still stood there. Feng Gui looked at Ye Feixuan in shock. Although this move was a test, he still used 70% of his power. He could not guess how much strength Ye Feixuan used, but this did not affect his plan to use all his strength to deal with this little girl who was hiding her secrets. As a result, he drew out the Yin Qi from his Dantian and struck Ye Feixuan with his sword again. Ye Feixuan still didn't use her sword intention, and faced him with a sword. The two collided in the air and exploded again, with a huge impact spreading in all directions. The cultivators around him were startled and immediately put up protective shields to protect themselves. Then when they saw the situation on the ring, they were shocked again. Ye Feixuan was still standing on the ring unscathed, while Feng Gui was kneeling on the ring, vomiting blood, and his face was as pale as paper. The next moment, there was a burst of shattering sound, and the entire arena was destroyed! Practitioners around: "!!!" referee:"!!!" Why wasn't Feng Gui's sword destroyed this time? However, the arena was destroyed and the competition continued.

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. ,,. ,.