Chapter 49 No Regret

After Ren Tianxing and Yao Lianxiang left, the quiet scene here gradually returned to the noise and the waves.

Duan Wufeng also returned to the group of Xuanji Garden. Mo Chenyi also smiled and sat down, waiting for Xuanji to unfold.

Strangely, except for several young masters, more people did not appear around and did not know where they were. However, will Xuanji stop because of this? It is about to start.

This is a grand event sweeping the world, pulling the spirit of almost all the monks. Everyone's eyes are here, looking forward to it.

In the attention of the audience, the Xuanhui will finally be officially launched!

This is a free battle. Anyone who has confidence in their own strength can come to the stage to fight. After the First World War, they can step down to restore their spiritual power and continue to fight.

No matter what, people who stand on the stage and fight, as long as they can persevere, they can become famous and let the world remember.

Soon someone will go up on the high platform to meet the challenge.

In this long frost wind, fierce battles after battle appeared in front of the world.

Ying Yu saw such a variety of battles for the first time. The Taoist methods of people from different regional sects were different, and the frequent display was dazzling and could not be seen clearly.

At the end of the day, Ying Yu realized something. After watching this battle, it was no worse than the results of his dedicated practice. He felt that if he continued to watch it for a period of time, his cultivation would definitely increase greatly.

Xuanxi will only be carried out during the day, and at night, it will temporarily stop, and people will disperse. Once the day arrives, people will come from all directions and continue to fill the high platform.

Such days slowly pass by, and a talent also stands out from it!

Among them, the chief disciples of the ten sects, as well as elite disciples, and many disciples of the major monies, such as Ye Buhui, Yi Ning and Yao Lianxiang, are all famous and have become synonymous with young masters, which are known to everyone for a while.

There are also many monks who saw the huge difference between themselves and other young talents here, so they retreated and paid silent attention to them under the stage.

Xuanji will never stop day after day. Even if there is heavy snow in the world again, roaring and falling in the cold wind, it is still unable to slow down the enthusiasm of the monks. No one will care about the small weather barrier.

On this day, the wind is still cold and strong, the snow is sprinkled on the earth, and the high platform is completely covered under the snow.

And the high platform is surrounded by endless crowds, which can be said to be a sea of people, and the noisy sound is full of heaven and earth.

"Look, it's Brother Ye!" Nie Fengxing, sitting next to Ying Yu, pointed to the high platform in front of him and said.

A total of four of them sat together, from left to right, Nie Fengxing, Ying Yu, Xiao Ruoli and Shen Xian.

Listening to Nie Fengxing's words, Ying Yu and the others looked up and really saw Ye Fure in blue clothes, standing in the cold wind and snow with a sword, dancing wildly with black hair, and a compelling sharpness scattered out.

To this day, Ye's reputation is quite high enough to frighten many people. He stood on the high platform, and almost no one dared to challenge him, and the scene was silent for several hours.

But this situation did not last long, and a figure suddenly flew out of the air and stood firmly in the middle of the high platform.

This is a man in red, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a cold face, carrying his hands emitting a breath of sky, bulging around the heavy snow to retreat, and dark clouds rolling in the sky.

He is the chief contemporary disciple of the Jiuxiao School, Zhong Feiyu!

The scene was noisy again, and the Xuanji meeting has been held so far. This is the first battle between the two sides, and they are guessing who will win or lose. However, most people think that Zhong Feiyu will win, because he is the chief disciple of one of the top ten schools.

When the two stood on the stage, the battle began, so they didn't have too much language and directly started a fierce battle.

Ye Buhui waved a sword, the air exploded, and a touch of Xuanqing sword spirit flashed in an instant. He crossed dozens of feet and went straight to Zhong Feiyu. In a trance, it seemed that even the wind had been cut into two sections with a sword.

Zhong Feiyu looked indifferent, his eyes were calm, and he waved his hand at will, which was the sky rolling, and the purple gas was vast. A purple gas with infinite power was like a boundless sea, surging down and pressing on the sky of Ye Bude.

Under this boundless purple gas, the Xuanqing sword spirit is so small that it is swallowed up in the blink of an eye. However, the vast purple gas was not hindered at all and continued to rush down violently, which was more frightening than the dam, and there was a roar in the air.

Ye's face changed slightly, and the bright blue light immediately lit up on the sword in his hand, growing ten feet. At the same time, the breath in it also increased inch by inch, becoming more and more intense.

He waved his long sword and ignored the vast purple gas suppressed from high altitude, but rushed directly to Zhong Feiyu. The sharp sword spirit cut down, which was extraordinary.

But Zhong Feiyu didn't mind. As soon as he moved, he flew into the sky, shuttled into the purple air covering the sky, avoiding Ye's fierce blow.

At the same time, a sound slowly spread into Ye's regret, "You are just my stepping stone..."

With such a contemptuous language and such an indifferent tone, I'm afraid that only the chief disciples of the ten major contemporary sects can speak it.

But this caused Ye's anger. His eyes were cold, he looked at Tianyu, and muttered, "No matter who is in front of him, they will be killed with a sword!"

A shadow flashed in his mind, his whole body was immediately full of motivation, and the blue light swallowed on the sword soared 90 feet, which looked extremely terrible.

To the suppressed purple gas, he split it with a sword and was awe-inspiring!

"Boom!" The shocking explosion came, and both ears were deafening.

All over the sky, the purple gas flashed, and the green light swallowed, entangled with each other, producing violent explosions again and again. It seemed that there were only one purple and one green color left in the whole world, and they were deadlocked with each other.

"Puff!" However, Ye didn't regret spit out a big mouthful of blood on the spot, dyed his clothes red, and his expression turned pale.

At the same time, the cyan light was controlled by the purple pressure and quickly dissipated, which could no longer be supported.

The purple gas dispersed the sharp Xuanqing sword spirit and suppressed it magnificently. The speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, Ye Fuhui was enveloped in it. Terrible pressure surged from all sides, squeezing his body as if it was about to crack.

"No regret!" The exclamation came, and everyone in the position of Qingyunzong around the high platform stood up with a look of horror.

Among them, Yun Tianhe and several elders of Qingyunzong flew directly into the air and quickly flew to the high platform. But as soon as they set out, they felt that they were locked by a strong breath.

The eyes swept away, and it was obvious that the group of the Jiuxiao faction were looking at it with laughter. Obviously, it was blocked by them. Under such circumstances, Yun Tianhe and others will be immediately intercepted by the Jiuxiao faction on the pretext of not interfering with the battle, and they can't help but be very anxious.