In this battle with Jian Ming, Yi Xiaoyao was so calm and indifferent from beginning to end, even if he saw Jian Ming using the strongest hole card at this moment, he was not flustered, and he did not even have the slightest nervousness.

However, the crowd below was in an uproar at this time.

"What? Jian Ming was actually forced to use that move! ”

"You know, even the previous reincarnated ancestors failed to make Jian Ming work so hard!"

"Is this sword really that strong?"

Everyone finally understood at this moment that although Jian Ming did not use all his strength before, Yi Xiaoyao actually did not use all his strength.

This young man, who is said to be only a member of the Sideline Clan, is like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to guess his true strength.

After the battle just now, everyone present has greatly changed their thoughts about Yi Xiaoyao.

However, no one among them believed that Jian Ming would lose to such an unknown guy.

Because, the move that Jian Ming used at this moment, even the nine sword masters on the high platform, already showed a solemn expression.

"It seems that Gu Ming Wanfa Sword, Jian Ming has mastered at least seventy percent, even so we may not be able to take it head-on."

"If we continue to fight, I'm afraid that the life of that side pulse boy will not be guaranteed!"

"If that kid knows how to admit defeat, it's fine, otherwise, I'm afraid we may not be able to rescue that kid under Jian Ming's sword!"

Looking at the endless sword shadows gathered around Jian Ming in the ring at this moment, several sword masters sighed with amazement and some regret.

Only the Nine Swords Lord was always silent, but her heart was more nervous than anyone present.

Groaning and groaning......

The earth-shaking sword roar, after Jian Ming's low roar, accompanied by countless sword shadows around him, suddenly rose into the sky.

Immediately after, each sword shadow turned into a golden inscription, and the endless inscription formed a huge whirlpool, and at the moment when Jian Ming raised the inscription golden sword in his hand above his head and pointed directly at the sky, he frantically converged down!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

After another shock, the countless sword shadows that were originally filled with space had disappeared completely, leaving only the golden long sword shining with endless inscriptions in Jian Ming's hand, revealing an extremely terrifying edge.

Under that sword, the space around Jian Ming had already been torn apart and shattered, leaving him with his sword in a black void.

The next moment, Jian Ming held the long sword that could shatter everything, and the whole person was like a peerless sword, taking a step in the direction of Yi Xiaoyao.

With this step, another area was reduced to black nothingness.

"Is the sword free?"

A furious voice of annoyance and anger came from the nothingness.

Under the countless terrifying gazes, Jian Ming's gaze stared at Yi Xiaoyao calmly, and said coldly: "If my sword comes out, you will die, if you beg for mercy, maybe I will spare your life and only cut off your limbs." ”

What he said is true, the Gu Ming Ten Thousand Sword is the pinnacle of the sword clan's swordsmanship, even if he has not fully mastered it, but now the entire sword clan of the ancestors, there are not many people who can survive under his ten thousand swords return to the sect.

And Jian Ming originally wanted to kill Yi Xiaoyao, the reason why he said to disturb Yi Xiaoyao's life was because this sword consumed too much, and if he really used it, it would be unfavorable to him in the future.

Because killing Yi Xiaoyao affected his position as the sword master, he didn't think it was worth it.

Therefore, giving this opportunity is already his own benevolence in Jianming's eyes.

But what Ling Jianming didn't expect was that in the face of his kindness, Yi Xiaoyao not only accepted it in fear, but only chuckled indifferently.

I saw that Yi Xiaoyao also held the bloody sword in his hand in front of him, raised his hand and slashed over the sword body, and the blood oozing out from his fingers made the entire sword body bloody.

"If I make a sword, you may not die, but you will definitely be defeated, and you will pay a great price."

As if he was deliberately learning the other party's tone, Yi Xiaoyao also looked at Jian Ming and responded.

This kind of conversation between the two shocked the hearts of the people below.

Although whether it is from the power exuded by his surroundings at this moment, or in the meaning of his words, Jian Ming seems to be more domineering and violent.

But for some reason, everyone could still feel a stronger confidence than Jian Ming from Yi Yao's words.

Even beyond his own self-confidence, even Jian Ming himself was aware of it, and because he felt inexplicable contempt from Yi Xiaoyao's indifference, Jian Ming was finally completely angry.

"All laws are one!"

Immediately, Jian Ming didn't say anything more, and the long sword in his hand, which exuded terrifying power all the time, slashed out one by one, forming a hundred zhang sword qi, which instantly disappeared into the black void in front of him.

At the moment when the sword was slashed, a solemn look also appeared on Yi Xiaoyao's face.

Although he didn't use his heart-eye domineering, the innate sharpness endowed to him by cultivating his heart-eye domineering made him instantly judge that under the opponent's sword, if it weren't for the combination of the armor and the power of the true dragon, he would definitely die.

But Yi Xiaoyao still didn't take half a step back, but under the huge golden sword qi, he remained unmoved, and finally it was like a lonely boat swallowed by endless sword rays.

"This ......"

Seeing this scene, the faces of the nine sword masters on the high platform also changed.

Because even in their opinion, Yi Xiaoyao seemed to have given up resistance.

If this is the case, even if they have pity for Yi Xiaoyao, they will not be able to save them at all!

And the people of the other sword clans who did not have the intention of cherishing talents of the Nine Great Sword Masters, and even the sword discipline who had hatred for Yi Xiaoyao, all showed an unexpected smile at this moment.

They were thinking at the moment that if it were them, in the face of Jian Ming's sword, I am afraid they would also give up all senseless resistance.

However, they didn't think they were as stupid as Yi Yao, because if it was them, they would have chosen to beg for mercy before Jian Ming used this sword.

"This idiot... Do you want to save face like this, and would rather die than beg for mercy......"

Jian Xue'er, the only one in the crowd who was worried about Yi Yao, had a pale face, but also a touch of powerless self-blame.

Because she has always believed that the reason why Yi Xiaoyao finally stood in the ring and died next under the sword was because of her.

But in the next moment, Jian Xue'er's pretty face, which was sad because of self-blame, instantly regained an incredible look with the exclamation of the surrounding crowd.

In her shining eyes, the golden sword that originally filled her pupils was gradually replaced by a bright blood.

At the same time, in Jian Xue'er's ears, a familiar voice made her heart jump suddenly.

That, it was Yi Xiaoyao's figure: "The Sword of the Great Years!" ”

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(End of chapter)