You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

Han Yi finally got what he wanted today and was able to play against Xiao Yun.

When he found out that today's opponent was Xiao Yun, he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

Today he must kill Xiao Yun with his own hands in order to sacrifice Junior Brother Zheng Rui's spirit in heaven.

For this reason, Han Yi made sufficient preparations.

Just yesterday, Han Yi went to Jiange to ask for a sword called Feixing from his master Xie Jingfeng.

Although it is not as good as the Divine Weapon Dragon-Slaying Sword, it is still a rare treasure.

Even if he fights head-on with the Dragon-Slaying Sword, he will not be destroyed by the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Han Yi is full of confidence.

He raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of Divine Sword Peak.

Junior Brother Zheng Rui, Junior Brother Zhong Xin, and Junior Brother Liu Da, today I will avenge you three!

Han Yi took a deep breath and looked at him coldly: "Xiao Yun, let me see who can protect you today."

"If you surrender now, you will be a complete coward."

"Not only do I look down on you, but all the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect look down on you!"

Xiao Yun smiled lightly and said, "Senior Brother Han, if you hadn't run so fast two days ago, do you think you would still be able to stand in the ring today?"

"I'll let you get a bargain today. I'll use this sword to teach you my brother's skills."

Only then did Han Yi's eyes fall on the long sword in Xiang Xiao Yun's hand.

He frowned and said, "Xiao Yun, are you planning to fight me with this sword?"

Xiao Yun smiled lightly and said, "Yes, this sword is enough to deal with you."

Han Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he glared at Xiao Yun and said, "Xiao Yun, are you too crazy?"

"Don't mention you using this sword, even if you use the Dragon Slaying Sword, I can defeat you easily."

Xiao Yun smiled faintly and was noncommittal.

Han Yi's angry eyes seemed to be bursting with fire.

I didn't expect Xiao Yun to be so arrogant and dare to use such an ordinary weapon to fight against him.

Who does he think he is?

Who is he facing?

Although he is not one of the four major disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, he is still the senior brother of the Divine Sword Peak.

The strongest disciple of the younger generation at Divine Sword Peak.

His cultivation is second only to the four major disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Who is he, Xiao Yun? How long does it take for a newbie to practice?

Han Yi's eyes were terrifyingly cold, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "You are seeking death on your own!"

Xiao Yun smiled faintly, said nothing, and signaled to the elder referee that it was time to start.

The elder referee looked at Han Yi, who also nodded slightly.

Only then did the competition officially begin.

Han Yi stared at Xiao Yun with a fierce look in his eyes. Since Xiao Yun wanted to die on his own, let him do it.

Han Yi took out the sword Feixing in his hand, and the sword light flashed, which was breathtaking.

Xiao Yun also held a sword across his chest, but his sword was really unattractive.

Compared with the long sword Feixing in Han Yi's hand, Xiao Yun's sword was almost like a scrap iron bar.

The first ancient stone elder of Wuchen Peak in the special viewing seat looked at Yan Qinghui with some confusion and said: "Junior sister Yan, why doesn't Xiao Yun use the divine sword to kill the dragon, but instead uses an ordinary long sword?"

Yan Qinghui said coldly: "What's the point of using magic weapons to win? Yesterday Junior Brother Liu and others said that Xiao Yun is so amazing and talented that his future will be limitless. I just want to see if he is really capable."

The first ancient stone elder of Wuchen Peak smiled awkwardly and said, "The long sword in Han Yi's hand is extraordinary. I remember it was the long sword Feixing that Senior Brother Xie used when he was young, right?"

"Xiao Yun has suffered a loss in his original cultivation. He no longer has any advantages in his weapons. This competition will probably end soon."

Yan Qinghui snorted coldly and had no words.

Qin Wuyang, the leader of Lieyang Peak, smiled lightly and said: "Junior Brother Gu, this is wrong. Do you think Xiao Yun can defeat Han Yi with the Dragon Slaying Sword?"

"I don't think so? Even if he has the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, Han Yi also has the Flying Sword, which is enough to withstand the Dragon-Slaying Fengrui."

"Han Yi is at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm. Xiao Yun has only been with our Spirit Sword Sect for less than a month. The gap in cultivation is irreparable. In this competition, even if Xiao Yun uses Dragon Slaying The sword will still end soon.”

The head master smiled lightly and said: "Since all the junior brothers and sisters think that Xiao Yun will definitely lose, why are you still here to watch Xiao Yun's game?"

Qin Wuyang said: "Isn't this because Junior Brother Liu and the others made Xiao Yun so amazing yesterday?"

"Although we know that Xiao Yun will lose, with our eyesight, to see if Xiao Yun is a malleable talent, just one move from him is enough."

Master Jingzhen of Shuiyue Peak nodded and said: "Yes, you can tell the depth of Xiao Yun with just one move. Senior brother, head master, what do you think of this matter? Wasn't it detected that Xiao Yun had miscellaneous spiritual roots that day? Why can you practice so fast? And how can you defeat the golden elixir disciples?"

The real leader shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Let's look at Xiao Yun's competition."

Master Jingzhen said nothing.

Xie Jingfeng, the leader of Divine Sword Peak, looked at Xiao Yun with a solemn expression.

He wanted to take a closer look to see what was so special about Xiao Yun that he could make the Dragon-Slaying Sword recognize its master and defeat a disciple of the Golden Core Realm with his bare hands.

It was precisely because of this idea that he gave Han Yi the flying star sword in the sword pavilion and asked him to use this sword to deal with Zhanlong.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Yun would use an ordinary long sword to fight the enemy today. If he had known this, he would not have given the flying star.

That was the sword of his youth.

Using this sword to deal with Xiao Yun who does not have the Dragon Slaying Sword is really overkill.

On the ring, Han Yi's eyes were cold. When the elder referee said that the competition was about to begin, he couldn't wait to rush forward.

A layer of dazzling white light burst out from the long sword flying star.

The pure metallic spiritual power combined with the sharpness of the flying star sword slashed at Xiao Yun with an irresistible attitude.

The moment Han Yi rushed up, Xiao Yun felt a boundless killing intent.

This sword is very strong, and its spiritual power is restrained, firmly attached to the long sword flying star.

It was no less powerful than the one that Li Bingyan used to kill the leader of the Fengtian Sect.

Xiao Yun did not dare to neglect, and the five kinds of spiritual power in his body circulated alternately, eventually evolving into a powerful metallic spiritual power that burst out.

The sword in his hand made a buzzing sound.

Xiao Yun immediately recalled the move Jian Yu he practiced last night.

The long sword drew a graceful arc and came forward.

As long as Han Yi's move is blocked, Xiao Yun's sword force will be as continuous as a heavy rain.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

When Xiao Yun's long sword came into contact with the long sword Feixing in Han Yi's hand, it suddenly made a crisp "ding" sound.

The long sword in his hand couldn't bear the sharpness of the flying stars and broke immediately, breaking into two pieces.

Xiao Yun's expression changed wildly. He never expected that Han Yi's attack was so powerful that it even cut off the long sword in his hand.

If this were to hit him, wouldn't he be cut into two?

In the panic, the spiritual power in Xiao Yun's body was running wildly. When there was no need to delay, a surging water spiritual power burst out.

Soft water rock-breaking fist, borrowing water to sail a boat.

Xiao Yun desperately mobilized his spiritual power and barely diverted Han Yi's attack aside. The sword almost hit Xiao Yun's chest on the ring.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang.

The rebuilt arena was cut into a terrifying ravine by Han Yi's blow.

Xiao Yun took advantage of this moment to quickly distance himself from Han Yi and looked at him warily.