A smile appeared in Situ Liuyun's eyes. It was obvious that Situ Muyang's strength was stronger than he thought. Under such an offensive, the opponent would probably not be able to hold on for long.

On the duel stage where Su Yi was, the last young man was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and was in a mess.

Picking up the falling sword and tugging it on the ground to support his body. The young man looked at Su Yi, and a look of horror surged in his eyes.

He didn't want to get off the duel, but he didn't dare to take action any more, and he was unable to take action.

"Swoosh..."

Under the duel stage, a figure rose up in the air, stopped for a short moment in the low altitude, and then fell lightly in front of Su Yi.

This is a young man in his twenties. His black tight-fitting battle suit embellished his strong and well-proportioned figure, a gray cloak tilted, his three-dimensional face, and his expression and temperament were cold.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Su Yi raised his eyes slightly, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth. This young man was nothing but Jian Shiyi.

"I said that I hope that at the Wanjian Conference, I will have the opportunity to really let go of the battle. I am very happy that you have come to this point and will not regret it!"

Looking at Su Yi, there was a flash of light in Jian Shiyi's eyes, and a faint voice came from his mouth, still so cold.

"You should go to other duels, maybe you can enter the next round. I'm afraid there is no hope here!"

Looking at Jian Eleven in front of him, Su Yi was not very polite. Jian Eleven had not been on the duel platform just now, and he was looking for himself.

Su Yi also knew the strength of Jian Shiyi. Although Jian Shiyi was defeated last time, it seemed that there were other trump cards.

At this moment, Su Yi noticed the aura that spread out from Jian Shiyi's body, and Su Yi thought that this guy had the opportunity to make progress in the Ten Thousand Swords battlefield.

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Jian Shiyi looked at Su Yi, and his palm shook as he spoke. Then a three-foot sword appeared in his hand. It was still the dazzling black sword, which was filled with ancient runes, and a pressure spread out from the faint light.

"Buzz!"

The sword body trembled slightly, and a stream of earth-attribute vitality in Jian Eleven's body fluctuated slightly. Suddenly, the sword emitted a thunder and a clang of wind and thunder, as if it was alive, and a huge pressure spread, faintly causing the void around to tremble!

"Since that's the case, then I will fight. I will defeat you last time, and I will still defeat you this time!"

Su Yi's expression had not changed much, and he still did not use all his strength last time.

And this time in the Ten Thousand Swords battlefield, Jian Eleven has the opportunity and progress, and he also has the luck.

"Sword Eleven and Su Yi seem to have fought last time!"

With the confrontation between Jian Shiyi and Su Yi, the eyes of the audience were immediately attracted a lot.

The elders and guardians on the high platform were also attracted by the eyes of this time.

It is obvious that those disciples just now are far from enough if they are compared with Jian Shiyi.

"This time, I will not give you another chance, draw your sword!"

Jian Siyi looked at Su Yi with his eyes. The sword in his hand began to spread black light. The ancient runes on the sword body were flowing like this. The sword light emitted slashed through the air, causing the surrounding air to fluctuate.

The last time that Su Yi lost in front of him was already the knot of Jian Shiyi's heart.

If this knot inseparable heart, it may become a heart disease.

Feeling the aura of Jian Shiyi's body at this moment, Su Yi's eyes moved slightly, then smiled faintly, and said, "Last time you were defeated by my sword, so I won't use a sword this time!"

After the words came, Su Yi pulled his back hand behind him, and a big knife was unsheathed, and immediately appeared in his hand.

The big sword was filled with light, which was not ordinary, but it was obviously not the same level as the sword in Jian Eleven's hand.

But when Su Yi pulled out his sword and unsheathed, many eyes around him suddenly sucked.

"This is the Divine Sword Sect. Su Yi draws his sword to face Jian Eleven. Is he despising Jian Eleven?"

"The Divine Sword Sect is the most respected sword, but Su Yi uses a sword. Is this the sword technique that looks down on the Divine Sword Sect?"

Someone whispered, this was the Divine Sword Sect. Facing Jian Eleven, Su Yi drew his sword and unsheathed it.

This is the sword technique of despising Jian Eleven or looking down on the Divine Sword Sect.

"good."

Jian Shiyi's eyes were a little stunned, this was his disdain for him. When the words slowly fell, the eyes on his face were deep, a dark light flashed in his pupils, the breath on his body changed completely, and a sharp and heavy aura filled his body.

Each person and one sword stood there, so it was unshakable!

"Senior Brother Jian Eleven took action this time with all his strength!"

"Senior Brother Jian Eleven accidentally lost last time, which was an accident. This time, Su Yi will not be able to take advantage of him again!"

"Come on, Senior Brother Jian Eleven, defeat that arrogant guy!"

Amid the discussions in the audience, there was a loud shout.

After all, among the personal disciples and inner disciples in the audience, few people did not hate Su Yi.

They can no longer take revenge, and at this moment they can only place their hopes on Jian Shiyi.

"Although that boy Su Yi is arrogant, after all, Senior Brother Zhang Lingyun, who is ranked ninth, has also been defeated. Although he was defeated by Su Yi and Situ Muyang, Su Yi is indeed very strong, and it is unknown who wins and who loses."

Some disciples whispered, but they did not dare to arouse public anger and their voices were very low.

The eyes of the guardian elders on the platform, even the head Situ Liuyun, fell on Su Yi and Jian Shiyi at this moment, and they were all interested.

The sword in his hand roared, Jian Shiyi stared at Su Yi tightly, and a surging fighting spirit penetrated out of his deep eyes, covering his pupils, and black light flashed.

He is Jian Shiyi. His last defeat has become a knot in his heart. If he cannot defeat the young man in front of him this time, it will become an obstacle to his practice in this life and a heart disease.

In this battle, he wants to win and untie his knot!

"war!"

The next moment, a sudden shout came from Jian Eleven's mouth. The sword light burst out from the sword in his hand, the vitality of his feet flew, and the soles of his feet suddenly slid on the ground. His figure jumped up, and the sword light flashed.

At the same time, inside the body of the Sword Eleven, a cultivation aura of the fifth level of the Yuan Ling Realm or even the middle and late stages of the fifth level of the Yuan Ling Realm was completely released, sweeping away.

"It's not bad!"

Feeling the aura of Jian Shiyi's body, many elders and guardians on the platform also secretly praised him.

Such a disciple has extraordinary talent and a bright future!

"Swish..."

As Jian Eleven's figure shot out, his figure almost looked like a blurry shadow, sweeping from the low altitude, and the sword in his hand vibrated at the same time.

In an instant, sword lights turned into blurry lights and shadows. The extremely sharp air broke through the air, making the air ripples like ripples in the water, making the sound of breaking the wind.
Chapter completed!