Chapter 37 Ye Nan's Top Five

"So, what is that? How can it penetrate my body?" Di Ba looked at Yan Song, who had just walked down from the air incredulously.

Yan Song waved his hand and took all nine purple dragons into his sleeves. Then he stepped forward and said calmly, "Protect your body? The young master will also break your body protection today! Look at it, broken Xuanzhi - Qixuan!"

After saying that, Yan Song rushed to Di Ba like an arrow away from the string. Di Ba was shocked to see Yan Song's nine hidden weapons, and his feet were already ready for a sharp step. But this time when he saw Yan Song put away the hidden weapon and came empty-handed, his heart was put down again. With his always love for competition, he suddenly protected his body again. He has thought about it. On this side, he used the body protection to fight against the opponent's blow, and on the other side, he used a peach blossom fan to defeat the enemy.

Yan Song pointed, and the fine light of his little thumb flashed. In the void, he also made a sound of thunder and pointed straight to Di Ba's chest. Di Ba's legs were slightly bent, and his luck was mysterious. He once again used the mysterious spirit of protecting his body, overflowing it over his body surface, and his body suddenly won a great victory. At the same time, his other hand clenched the peach blossom fan and was ready to counterattack.

"Break it!" At the end of Yan Song's voice, his little thumb banged on Di Ba's chest. At the same time, Di Ba held the peach blossom fan in his hand and suddenly threw it over. Seeing the two sides killing each other, it seemed that Di Ba was still in an advantage, but he saw that Di Ba with a treacherous smile suddenly turned pale, and his whole face twisted and changed shape in an instant. Looking at his chest, Yan Song's little finger actually broke the mysterious spirit of protecting his body and directly broke his chest!

The fierce peach blossom fan hit halfway, and after all, it did not take another step forward. At the tip of the fan, a row of peach petals seemed to come out of the fan to kill Yan Song, but at this time it stayed at the tip of the fan. The blood flowing from Di Ba's mouth dripped directly on the peach blossom fan, soaking the original pink paper fan and peach blossoms more red.

As Di Ba knelt on the ground feebly, the people outside the court couldn't help sighing and were shocked by Yan Song's strength. You know, as Xuanshi, Di Ren and Di Ba fought, and the two sides also fought back and forth for 30 or 40 rounds. However, the young man in white, who had not yet broken through the Xuanshi, knocked down a Xuanshi to the ground in a few moves.

What's more surprising is that his fingers can break through the other party's protective mysterious spirit like a diamond, so that Xuanshi's defense has no advantage for him. And his mysterious weapon hidden in his sleeve can come and go freely. In addition, he can also break the mysterious spirit, which is simply a nemesis of Xuanshi!

"Uh... Ba'er was also seriously injured this time! Damn, this guy is actually... Ren'er, are you sure to defeat this guy!" Dilu was not only worried about his son's injury, but also afraid of Yan Song's strength. For a moment, he was restless, and his face was red and white, and blue and purple.

Di Ren glanced at Yan Song and gradually revealed his domineeringness. He walked to Dilu's side, bowed down and said confidently, "Don't worry, patriarch, Di Ba made a mistake for a while and was too underestimate of the enemy. I haven't been a Xuanshi for a day, and I'm still confident to deal with this nine-fold guy! My biggest enemy is not him, but Sima Yan.

When Di Lu heard this, his mood gradually stabilized, but he still stared and looked at the Sima family with Di Ren's words. At this time, the Sima family was also shocked by Yan Song's skills and did not react for a long time. Sima Feng stroked his long black beard. After a long silence, he finally said, "Yan'er, are you sure to defeat the boy of the Yan family?"

Sima Yan's face was calm, and she glanced at Yan Song with a murderous face, and then said, "Father, for a person like Di Ba who has just entered the Xuanshi level, he was careless and hit by the other party, so she lost. I'm already a third-order Xuanshi, so naturally there is no problem dealing with the Yan family. My biggest enemy is actually Brother Ling Han outside the field. He seems to be a little difficult every time he fights, but I know that as early as a year ago, he had reached the level of Xuanshi, and now his cultivation is at least at the level of a third-order Xuanshi. But father can rest assured that Yan'er has a way to deal with them!"

Ye Nancheng came on the stage, waved his hands several times, and finally suppressed waves of shouts and praise outside the field. At this moment, he still looked very excited and shouted to the people around him, "Yan Songsheng! Next, the strong comparison! Yan Ke, Di Ren, Sima Yan, Ling Han and Yan Song, you five come to the stage and continue to draw lots. There is also a lucky promotion to accept a challenge.

The five people quickly drew lots and lit up on the spot. The next moment, Yan Song's expression was stunned again, and the other four people were even more incredible. The eyes that looked at Yan Song one by one were full of doubts. Di Ren snorted coldly and said gloomily, "Can you even feel this? I'm really worried that you can also see the bodies of the girls around you naked?

Several people around heard the words and were stunned again. They didn't know the power of their spiritual power. When Di Ren said this, they seemed to have taken off their clothes and stood in front of Yan Song, especially Sima Yan, who trembled, and a trace of disgust flashed in his seemingly calm expression.

Yan Song's expression was calm, and his black eyes did not fluctuate at this moment. He didn't even turn his head. He just closed his eyes slightly, opened his eyes again, and then said to Di Ren, "Why do you have a scar there? Who cut it for you?"

Di Ren's face was full of anger and turned red: "Nonsense, how can I have it!?"

"You have." Yan Song turned his head, looked at Di Ren's crotch, and said calmly, "It was hurt by the short blade. The radius is too small to be less than half an inch."

Hearing this, Di Ren's face turned green. There were a few black lines on his forehead, glanced at the people who were laughing next to him, and said to Yan Song in a low voice, "Don't be arrogant, son of bitch. Sooner or later I will waste you!"

Ling Han shook his head and did not hide the smile on his face. He turned around and patted Yan Song on the shoulder, and then said, "Let's go down first. We are watching outside the court." Yan Song nodded to him and walked down the stage together.

Because the next comparison is a strong comparison, each of the five can be said to be the best of Ye Nancheng's younger generation. Therefore, the middle-aged man who judged was called aside and Ye Nancheng personally judged and announced the next comparison. At this moment, he stepped on the stage again, and the excitement on his face was obviously more obvious than before: "Next, the first game, Ling Han vs Yan Ke!"

Ling Han still walked to the field in such a hurry, and then nodded to Yan Ke very politely to sign up. Compared with him, Yan Ke was much more fierce. He was still as bossy as before, and even seemed to be drinking to the other party when signing up for his name.

At the beginning of the comparison, Yan Ke pulled out the dragon knife and attacked Ling Han aggressively. His cultivation was at the peak of the eight-fold quenching body, and his opponent Ling Han. Although every comparison seemed difficult and his cultivation was mediocre, Sima Yan also said publicly that he was an experienced disciple of the Wuya Sword School. It should be at the same level as Sima Yan.

Yan Ke doesn't believe in evil. He defeated his opponent again and again with this fierceness and strength. For Ling Han in front of him, no matter how strong his opponent is, he should do his best! Ling Han is quite appreciative of this.

Ten rounds have passed in a blink of an eye, and Yan Ke's attack is still rapid, and Ling Han, who was mainly defensive at the beginning, slowly turned around the offensive and began to attack. He held the twin blade in his hand and suddenly used a real martial blue-level mysterious skill: Xuanfengzhan. The two knife handles are connected to form a flying blade, wandering back and forth between the two, fighting with Yan Ke is equivalent to one more person.

The Xuanfeng chopping he used is a blue-level mysterious skill of Zhenwu, and it is also the highest level of Xuan skill used in the current battle of Ye Nan Xuanwu list, except for the Xuanshi level. As soon as the twin blade came out, it was as if there was a more powerful opponent. On the one hand, Yan Ke had to fight against Ling Han, and on the other hand, he had to beware of this fierce twin blade flying everywhere.

Another ten rounds passed, and Yan Ke gradually felt unbearable. At this time, he couldn't help but be furious. The other party was obviously better than him, but he only took a small step everywhere. When he fought, he felt that the guy seemed to be playing with himself. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Yan Ke finally stopped and pointed to the other party and said, "You can defeat me with ten moves. Er, you are so fucking good. I'm not interested in following him. You play, give up! Wipe——”

After saying that, he stared at Ling Han, who was at a loss, and walked away. Ling Han lowered his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and left the venue speechlessly. When the people outside the court saw this, they looked at Ling Han for the first time. At first, they only felt that this person's ability was mediocre, but they had been in the top five, which made them look at with new eyes. Now, it is his soft style of playing that forces his opponents to surrender, which makes those outside the court who are not familiar with martial arts pay more attention to this.

Ye Nancheng was slightly stunned, and finally looked at the two with deep meaning, and then announced Ling Han's victory. Then, he announced the second game: Sima Yan vs. Di Ren.

Both of them are at the veritable Xuanshi level, which can be said to be the best of Ye Nancheng's descendants. When the two came to the stage, the cheers outside the venue slowly subdued, and they all looked at the two without blinking, looking forward to a thrilling comparison. Previously, the two men came all the way, Di Ren fought hard, and Sima Yan was even more quickly cut. Both of them treated their opponents without ambiguity. Now the two men are naturally very eye-catching when they fight together. The speculation about the strength of the two was almost half, and some people outside the court even gambled on the spot.

Di Ren looked at the girl in blue opposite and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Today, it's time to witness the real strong. The first place on the Xuanwu list is mine, and no one can win it."

Sima Yan hardly looked at him, and a trace of impatience appeared on her white jade-like face: "Even if I'm not the first, it's not your turn. Don't be brainless all day long. First of all, can you just say it!? As she spoke, she glanced at Ling Han outside the court, and then pulled out the blue sword around her waist for the first time.

Di Ren is most unaccustomed to this tone, especially to comment on himself. He pulled out his purple sword and pointed to the other party and said, "You are destined to be alone in your life!" With that, he danced the purple sword in his hand and rushed to the other party.

Sima Yan showed a little anger at the corners of her mouth, raised the blue sword in her hand, and shouted, "Ice swordsmanship: ice pin leaves scattered!" Her long sword suddenly turned, and her jade hand raised gently. The sword flower threw it all the way to Di Ren, and the sword light was like a green snake spitting out letters.

Seeing this, Di Ren immediately pulled back his body under his feet. Then the purple sword gently led, and also shouted, "Wuyay swordsmanship: flying through the clouds!" After saying that, the purple sword was like light and rushed to the blue shadow rushing forward again.