Chapter 282. Cut!

After Jun Wunian's amazing appearance, there was a new battle in the ring.

Murong Meng and Huangfuxin

"Dream, I didn't expect my opponent to be you." Huang Fuxin said with a smile on his face.

"Huangfuxin, I know you so well." Murong Meng frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Well, but you know, you are destined to be my wife. This is a great combination. The real union of the Murong family and the Huangfu family is the general trend, I..."

"Family is family, I'm me, don't dream!" Murong interrupted rudely. Even if she is good at dancing with long sleeves, she can't help but be annoyed by the other party's so naked marriage.

Huang Fuxin slowly put down his smile on his face, glanced at Ye Fan inadvertently, and said indifferently, "Is it because of him?"

"It seems that you don't have to worry about this, and you talk a lot of nonsense. This is the ring, not the place where you chat." Murong Meng's face changed slightly, looked at Ye Fan worriedly, and then said coldly.

"Well, that waste, why do you like him? I hope he will meet me later, and I will make him worse than death." Huangfu's new cold light flashed, and the killing machine overflowed.

"This matter has nothing to do with him. You have gone too much." Murong Meng couldn't stand it anymore and took action brazenly.

"Dancing!"

I saw the colorful ribbons on her body float up and danced a touching fairy sound in the air. The fairy sound sounded from the bottom of people's hearts, as if it made people feel like a sunny morning, lazy that people don't want to move, just want to fall asleep like this.

Huang Fuxin closed his eyes slightly, and a quiet smile appeared on his face, as if he was really asleep.

However, when the colorful ribbon was about to meet in front of him, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Murong Meng with fascination, and whispered, "Dream, you are still fascinating as always. It would be wonderful to be if I could look at you, listen to your song, and watch you dance every day."

Murong Meng's face was cold, but the attack in his hand was a little faster.

However, the strength gap between the two is obvious. In the fierce offensive, Huang Fuxin can flash her attack with a slight movement of his body, which is relaxed and comfortable, and people can't feel that he is fighting at all.

"Okay, Meng, you go down and have a rest first." Huang Fuxin said with a smile.

After saying that, his right hand gently stretched out, and a fierce and domineering knife gas slowly condensed from his hand, forming a red knife as high as two people.

He looked at her indifferently, slowly raised the red knife and slammed it.

"Boom!"

A strong wind soared out of the knife, and then turned into countless fierce knife gas, forming a horizontal tornado, sweeping towards Murong Meng.

"Flowers fall." Murong sighed and danced with colorful ribbons. Suddenly, there was a rain of flowers in the sky, forming a flower curtain, blocking her in front of her, with an elegant posture, like a nine-day fairy.

The knife gas touched the flower curtain, crushed countless flowers, and turned into countless light spots to disperse. However, the flowers kept falling, which could withstand the tornado-like knife gas.

"Dream, you can't stop it." Huang Fuxin sighed.

As if verifying his words, the flower curtain burst into pieces after holding on for a moment, and the stars fell on the ring, which was extremely dreamy.

Murong Meng's face was gloomy. If he could defeat him, there would be an excuse that he didn't need a loser to be his husband. However, the facts told her that the gap was too big. She was not his opponent at all. If it hadn't been for Ye Yunxuan, this college would have been his hegemony.

She looked at Ye Fan worriedly. Although she didn't like him, she just had a good impression on him, there were very few people who could make her have a good impression. She really couldn't bear to see Ye Fan being abused to death by Huangfuxin. She knew that Huangfuxin really did everything.

"Ye Fan, you should be careful of Huang Fuxin. If you meet him, admit defeat. He won't let you go." Murong Meng passed the voice.

Ye Fan's face was stunned. The meaning of this sentence was that he not only couldn't beat Huang Fuxin, but also might be killed on the spot by him. He had already decided his ending before he was beaten.

Thinking of this, he couldn't smile bitterly. This kind of feeling of being looked down on is really strange.

"Thank you for reminding me, but don't worry, he can't hurt me." The corners of Ye Fan's mouth were slightly raised, with a sense of self-confidence.

"Well, why do you learn from that big man's idea? Why do you force it?" Murong Meng said angrly, with a trace of resentment.

"Uh... Don't worry, no matter how bad it is, I can at least keep myself. Ye Fan smiled bitterly and didn't know how to explain it to her.

"Is that so... All right." She looked at him suspiciously and then said nothing more, but the suspicious look was obviously lack of confidence in herself.

Ye Fan was aggrieved for a while. This is already the most conservative estimate. It seems that she still doesn't believe it.

The next game is the red scarf teenager and Ye Yunxuan. Even if the red scarf teenager is already very strong, he still can't resist Ye Yunxuan, but he is very happy to get to this point.

The last scene is the duel between Ye Fan and Ouyang Hai.

Ouyanghai is a very ordinary man. It is said that there are only three traces of his arcane. It is said that he will never have any other arcane except fire. It is said that his cultivation qualifications are ordinary.

However, so many ordinary people have long been an unusual person. No one knows why such a person with poor cultivation qualifications can practice to this extent.

He looks very calm, has a sense of maturity beyond age, and has no momentum on his body. However, in the eyes of real masters, this is a precipitation of temperament. Only those who really step by step and come to the present can have it can have it, rather than the rapid progress of upstarts.

Ye Fan flashed the information about him in his heart and admired him silently.

The two did not talk too much politely, but quickly got to know each other. In fact, Ye Fan was not a talkative person, but the experience slowly wrapped his cold heart with a rich appearance.

Just as soon as he had a hand, Ye Fan felt the other party's thorny. Every move and every attempt was easily broken by the other party. The other party's calmness and sophistication made Ye Fan know his shortcomings.

The life-and-death struggle I experienced is enough, but my cultivation is not slowly cultivated by myself, but adventures again and again. I always feel that there is a lack of precipitation. Maybe this shortcoming can only be eliminated for decades, which is not a problem for most people, but Ye Fan He is too young for decades. Who knows how much he has grown.

"The front line of heaven and earth." Ye Fan used his most frequently used move, which came from Longxiao Jiujian. For him now, it is just an ordinary move, but it is also the one that is really used the most and the least flawed.

"What?" Ouyang Hai's eyes lit up slightly, and it seemed that he saw the wonderful thing about this move.

He moved slightly and waved the same knife as Ye Fan in the same posture, just a sword and a knife.

But the two have one thing in common at this time.

They are the brightest lights in the ring at this moment!

"Boom!"

The light slowly dissipated. Ye Fan's face was calm, but there was a little wave in his heart. The other party just looked at his move and could imitate it, and it was impossible to do it with his talent. Then there was only one explanation. There were countless strange tricks that the other party had come into contact with, so he could imitate a similar move in an instant.

"You are very strong." Ye Fan said that this was the first time that Ye Fan officially opened his mouth.

"It's a pity that I can't compare with you." Ouyang Hai shook his head slightly.

"Oh? How can I see it?" Ye Fan was puzzled. He was just evenly matched. Why did he say that?

"I can feel that I'm not your opponent, you won." Ouyang Hai simply admitted defeat.

"This waste." Huang Fuxin said disdainfully that he looked down on those who even escaped without fighting.

But is this really the case? If Ye Fan really wants to explode with all his strength, he may pay the price of his life.

At the end of the top ten, the next step is to directly determine the top three.

Five people draw lots, and one person is empty.

Ye Yunxuan vs. Northwest Wolf

Huangfuxin vs. Ye Fan

Jun Wu Nian Lunkong

Ye Yunxuan still defeated the northwest wolf without any suspense. The cloud-like swordsmanship is not only the strength of the realm, but also the subtle moves. Ximen's apprentice has no weakness!

Next game, Huangfuxin and Ye Fan.

"Finally, I was lucky that you fell into my hands. I was worried that you would be eliminated by Ye Yunxuan. That's a pity." Huangfuxin looked at his hands and said leisurely.

"What a pity." Ye Fan said coldly.

"It's a pity that I can't kill you with my own hands." Huang Fuxin suddenly clenched his hands and still smiled, but the murderous intention could be seen by everyone.

The referee's face changed. Ye Fan was also a talented genius. Although Huang Fuxin came from the Huangfu family, it was absolutely impossible to say that he wanted to kill Ye Fan in front of so many people. When he was about to shout, he gently patted him on the shoulder with one hand.

The referee was so angry that he was upset. Who patted himself on the shoulder so boldly was about to turn around and shout angrily, but saw that the person who patted him was not someone else, but the headmaster.

"Cough, headmaster, why are you here?" The referee coughed twice to hide his frightened mood.

"Don't stop it." The headmaster just said lightly.

Although the referee has a lot of doubts in his heart, since the principal said so, forget it. There is a trace of regret in the eyes of Ye Fan.

What a genius, he is going to fall like this.

"Huang Fuxin, don't mess around." Murong Meng couldn't help saying that he dared to kill Ye Fan in front of so many people. Even if she thought he was bold, she still underestimated him.

Huang Fuxin listened quietly, but the more anxious Murong Meng was, the more he wanted to kill, and the murderous intention in his heart was about to explode.

"I wanted to give you a whole corpse, but now I take back the idea." Huang Fuxin said indifferently.

"Oh." Ye Fan's face was indifferent.

"It's very backbone, but you'll know later..." Huangfu said and moved as he moved. As soon as he raised his right hand, countless knives slowly condensed, forming a huge red knife.

"What is cruelty?"

The red knife turned into a tornado and swept towards Ye Fan. This time, it was several times more powerful than the last time. It can be seen that he had left his hand for Murong Meng at that time.

In the face of such a powerful knife spirit, Ye Fan's face remained unchanged. He picked up the long sword with his right hand and lay across his chest. When the tornado-like sword spirit touched Ye Fan's sword, it was easily divided into two halves and flew to both sides of Ye Fan.

"It's okay to have two times. It's too boring to kill at once." Huang Fuxin showed a ferocious smile at the corners of his mouth.

He slowly raised his hands, and more red knife gas continued to generate.

"God's will is like a knife."

Above the sky, a hole suddenly cracked, and a fiery red beam of light poured into the knife gas around Huangfu's body.

The momentum continued to improve, and soon reached the peak of the heavenly realm. Finally, it reached the level of reaching the sky in half a step before it could stop.

"Feng · Void Chopping!"

The space around Ye Fan suddenly solidified, and an invisible binding force bound him. Huang Fuxin waved his right hand, and the countless fiery red knife gas suddenly disappeared. The next moment, in the sky in front of him, a hole was opened, countless knife gas flew out, and fell straight towards Ye Fan!

"If you seal the void, then I will break the void and destroy the void with a sword!"

Ye Fan looked up at the sky, and the long sword in his hand flew out, and his whole body was filled with energy. A silver shocking sword spirit rushed up to the sky and broke the blockade in an instant. At the same time, he met the dense fiery red knife gas, like boiling water meeting hard ice, and like the eternal fate of knives and swords.

From the outside, a silver beam of light rushed up to meet the fiery red beam bursting into the air that day. It looked so shocking.

"Do the students of Qinglong College already have such a level? This has surpassed many famous strong people." Many people think about it secretly.

"I never thought that you would be so tricky. You are already qualified for me to really try my best." Huangfuxin opened his mouth slowly.

"I am the king of knives."

As soon as the voice fell, around the ring, the love knives around countless swordsmen kept trembling, as if they were afraid, as if they were welcoming the king of the knife. Yes, this is the realm of the king of knives, the realm of nothing in everything.

"Nine days, nine secluded nine knife rivers, poor blue and yellow spring falling."

Behind him, nine rivers of knives slowly appeared, and there was no end, as if it really connected the world and the universe.

"Terrible vision, terrible students." As a strong man walking in the realm of heaven, the king couldn't help but feel a chill. If Huang Fuxin is promoted to the realm of heaven, I'm afraid he will be invincible under the sky.

"Ye Fan." Murong Meng was already desperate. Looking at the nine sword rivers connecting heaven and earth, the epic and magnificent, she had no hope for Ye Fan.

"Everyone, step back three thousand meters immediately!" The headmaster's majestic voice sounded.

The crowd began to move slowly, and only a few people stayed.

Ye Fan faced all this. In front of the nine sword rivers that covered the sky and the sun, he was as small as a fragile mortal, but his face remained unchanged. He faced all this calmly, just like the ancient ancestors who fought with the sky in ancient times.

"Wind."

Ye Fan opened his mouth slowly, and saw a dark wind suddenly appear around him, and then more and more winds appeared and slowly surrounded him.

"This is the meaning of Gangfeng. Yes, it is the advanced form of the meaning of the wind." The king said admiringly side by side.

"Thunder."

A thunderbolt exploded directly from the sky. In everyone's stunned eyes, the thunder turned into a concentrated thunderball and floated in front of him.

"Tianlei Aoyi? Very good." The king was even happier.

But those people outside the ring began to boil. The two mysteries, and they are also the mysteries after promotion. This is what many people dream of.

"Day."

Above the sky, the fiery red sun shot a red light, slowly condensing into a small scorching sun on the top of Ye Fan's head, emitting a dazzling light.

"The mystery of the sun!" The king sat up directly from the chair side by side and looked at Ye Fan in surprise.

And the master of the Dharma sect was stunned at this time. The three mysteries, and they are all extraordinary mysteries. You can feel the terrible power just by looking at them. This is more outstanding talent to do all this.

And the crowd was boiling, and the students' eyes were dull.

"Three mysteries! Look at the mark of meaning, there are eight ways, my God!" Everyone was excited, what a rare talent, what a fascinating talent.

"Eight ways... It's impossible. I remember it's obviously one." The young man who once mocked Ye Fan only had a trace of meaning and looked at the eight clear traces in a daze. He couldn't help but wonder whether he was dazzled at that time, or whether he was too jealous at that time and paralyzed himself...

"Three, it should be impossible to have a fourth."

"Month."

In everyone's stunned eyes, a bright moon slowly emerged from a corner of the sky, shooting a cyan light, and a small moon condensed above Ye Fan's head.

Everyone was speechless, just watching quietly, as if witnessing the birth of a miracle.

Ye Fan did not show the last meaning. At any time, it is necessary to keep a little card.

"Wind and thunder body, sun and moon heart, kendo master, melting!"

I saw that the countless dark winds slowly wrapped around the sword body, layer after layer, dense, shredding how many layers of space. The thunder ball slowly stuck to it, turned into a golden **, flowing all over the body of the sword.

The small scorching sun and bright moon are slowly inlaid in the body of the sword, and it is perfect.

At the moment of fusion, the world was quiet, and everyone's eyes could no longer be separated from the sword, the unique sword, the fierce wind, the strong thunder light, and the heart of the two diamond-like sun and moon, which shocked everyone's hearts.

"Perfect, so perfect." He muttered.

Huangfu's face was ugly. He was not the only one who was ugly. All the people who had a grudge against Ye Fan looked ugly. They found that they still underestimated him. This man was terrible.

Murong Meng gently covered her mouth, revealing an unconcealed surprise in her wonderful eyes.

The king side by side, the Lord of Fazong and other strong people were also shocked. What they saw was not only the glory of this moment, but also the infinite future of this young man.

"Come on! Let me feel this sword!" Ouyang Hai said firmly.

Ye Fan stood there quietly, his head slightly lowered, closed his eyes, and only his smooth forehead was exposed. Those eyes looked like a pair of dark and boundless black holes outside. His slender right hand grasped the sword tightly, slowly raised to the right, and pointed to the right.

I don't know if it's a coincidence that he was accused of the referee of the Huangfu family.

At this moment, the man sweated coldly, as if the whole world was isolated from himself, and he was falling into one abys of another, infinite reincarnation.

At this moment, Ye Fan's image reached his peak in the college. There has never been a moment when he was so outstanding, so cold, so desperate and... Powerful!

Murong Meng's heart beats. As a woman, especially a woman with strength, she has never felt this feeling so much, this feeling of being strongly attracted by the opposite sex.

Huang Fuxin roared, and he could no longer stand this feeling.

"No knife!"

The Jiutian Dao River behind him collapsed, and the endless knife gas wanted to swallow up the sky, not to mention the small Ye Fan under the sky.

Ye Fan did not move at all, but at the moment when Huangfuxin broke out, he moved!

"Wo!"

The right hand sword waved straight to the left, drawing an ordinary strong wind, after two seconds of silence.

"Boom!"

A rich colorful arc light thousands of meters wide suddenly burst out of the scratched traces, even so fast that no one could react. Ouyang Hai couldn't, Huangfuxin couldn't, and the Master Fazong couldn't!

The knife river stopped. At the moment when the colorful arc passed, the knife river really collapsed, like the collapse of Mount Tai, like the collapse of the sky. No one can describe the scene of the collapse of the knife river, let alone the amazingness of the sword.

This is a sword that comes from God, breaking the barrier between reality and nothingness, breaking the distance between time and space, and destroying everything!

Huangfuxin stood there in a daze, and his eyes were still full of disbelief. He didn't believe that the Jiutian Daohe, which he was proud of, was destroyed like this. He was already stronger than the last time he fought with Ye Yunxuan. Even if he lost, the price of losing was life!

He looked down at his waist and saw that his upper body and lower body had been separated, but the strong physical strength of the warrior still maintained his mind and body.

"The Huangfu family... I won't let you go. I'll wait for you... Together... Go to hell." Huang Fuxin said with difficulty at the last moment.

"I will. I will let all your people and friends go to hell with you. Rest in peace." Ye Fan said indifferently and turned around and left.

At the moment he walked, Huangfu's new two bodies fell down!

This is the end of the grudge

This is the beginning of the bloody wind

This is...

Domineering waist cut!