Embers

The wind and smoke are all still, and there is not a cloud in the blue sky.

A group of people in the audience were whispering and looking nervous.

There are two people on the stage, one in white clothes fluttering, calm and relaxed, and the other in red robes, flamboyantly flamboyant.

The four eyes met each other, and the undercurrent surged.

It was unexpected and reasonable for these two people to meet.

Everyone held their breath.

After a long time, Nie Budu was the first to break the silence.

"Ye Bozhou of Xiaxianmen, has long admired his name."

There was no provocation or contempt in his expression, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, which was very rare here in Nie Budu.

Ye Bozhou smiled back: "The same is true of Hierarch Nie. I have admired you for a long time. It is a godsend to be able to compete on the same stage today."

Nie Budu laughed loudly when he heard the words: "In that case, don't talk nonsense, draw your sword!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his wrist, his body drifted back a step slightly, and the magic brake was unsheathed!

In fact, Nie Budu has always used celestial silk more, because celestial silk is easy to carry and kills quickly.In contrast, the sword is much more formal.

In Nie Budu's eyes, the sword is not a tool for killing, but a kind of belief.People who use swords are not slaves of death, but absolute loyalists of themselves. They will not kill because of killing, but gain new progress through continuous exploration.

Therefore, at this time Nie Budu pulled out the Mosha sword, which is enough to prove that he attaches great importance to this battle.

Most of the people in the world have never seen Mo Sha, but seeing it now is an eye-opener.

The whole body is pitch-black, but the blade is glowing with a faint red, an indescribable red, evil and stunning.The moment it was unsheathed, the blade of the sword drew a bewitching red arc in the air.

That kind of breathtaking beauty, as if the cruelest killing can also be turned into a magnificent and gorgeous performance.

Nie Budu straightened Mo Sha upright in front of his eyes, his cold eyes reflected on the black blade of the sword.

Ye Bozhou pulled out Jieyou at the same time.

Needless to say, it is necessary to relieve worries, the sky is full of frost, and the atmosphere is arrogant.

The confrontation of the two famous swords added weight to this competition.

Nie Budu took the lead in making the move, flipping his wrists, his sword aura was sharp, his right hand was raised high, and the long sword went straight to Ye Bozhou.

Ye Bozhou held Jieyou horizontally to resist, and at the same time slipped his foot, his body had already dodged to Nie Budu's left side, the sword dangled in the air, and the silver sword light scattered.

Nie Budu slashed horizontally, and castrated fiercely;

Ye Bozhou leaped, and Nie Budu's sword followed him, but he was lightly tapped by his toe, stepping on the tip of the sword and flying away, the movement of his hand was smooth and flowing, and the Qingfeng quickly approached Nie Budu's neck!

Nie Budu leaned back slightly, dodged this move, stood still, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand, the sword in his hand flew out of his palm and flew into the air, in an instant, the bloody sword rain filled the sky, like a red lotus blooming!

Ye Bozhou stood in the center of the vortex, with his long hair flying, but he was still calm and undisturbed. He stretched out two fingers and pressed a little, Jieyou also rose into the air, and a strong air flow rose from the hilt of his sword.

There was a gust of wind on the stage, and the two of them held one side each, their swords were shining sharply, and their clothes were flying.

Everyone in the audience held their breath nervously. A match of this level may only be seen once in a lifetime!

This showdown went on for a long, long time.

From the twilight of the sun to the three poles of the sun, the two of them never stopped, their movements became faster and faster, and their moves became more and more complicated.

Ember had never seen Ye Bozhou like this before, with a faint smile on his face, and a glint in his eyes. He was still dressed in snowy white clothes, but now he seemed to be a different person, condescending and imposing.

He couldn't help clenching his fists.

The strength of the two is actually comparable - this realization almost shocked the whole Baidao.

Before that, Nie Budu had impressed them too deeply, he was ruthless, playing with life in the palm of his hand, making them think in fear that Nie Budu was already the number one master in the world, but they didn't expect that Ye Bozhou's skill had already surpassed At this level, he can compete with Nie Budu!

This made them uncontrollably excited.

But it was difficult for Ye Bozhou and Nie Budu on the stage to empathize with them. The two of them had been fighting for a long time, and their physical strength had begun to run out. Sweat dripped down their cheeks, and their breathing began to be heavy.

Aware of this, Ye Bozhou clenched his sword tightly, closed his eyes, and the last internal force in his body burst out, bursting out from the blade of the sword, from time to time, unpredictable, but the intention to kill was everywhere .

Jieyou Swordsmanship No.40 Nine Forms!

The last move of the legendary Jieyou swordsmanship is used by the user in a desperate situation. After this move, there is no way out!

Ye Bozhou was forced by Nie Budu to make this move!

Both Lu Yuzhi and Su Jiujiu could see the way, of course they understood what was going on, and they stared fixedly at the stage, not daring to turn their eyeballs.

There is no escape route.

This is Ye Bozhou's current situation.

Even when he's exhausted, he can't back down.He now represents the entire Baidao. If he wins, nothing will happen to Baidao, and neither will the Demon Cult. But if he loses, Baidao will never be able to hold his head high in the world.

He is well versed in this principle, so he desperately used the final ultimate move at this time, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

And Nie Budu was not much better at this time.

Although his martial arts are unfathomable, Ye Bozhou is also a super master.

After fighting for such a long time, his physical strength has also begun to be exhausted. In this situation, facing a fatal move is really terrible.

Nie Budu took a step back, and lightly brushed his fingers across the blade. Immediately, dark red blood oozed from his fingertips and covered the sword, and the sword energy surged away in the direction of his fingers!

The two ultimate moves collided, sparking a dazzling light in the air, and the wind and sand suddenly rose!

Everyone closed their eyes uncontrollably, only the sound of weapons colliding and howling wind could be heard.

For a long time, there was silence and the wind stopped.

Everyone opened their eyes, and there was an uproar.

The two stood facing each other, holding swords in their hands, and their eyes were heavy.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and there were several slender cuts on his face and arms.

Very embarrassed.

Everyone was thinking that the first fair collision between Bai Dao and the Demon Cult had been fought so disrespectfully that both of them were injured at the same time!

The two people on the stage still didn't move at all, they just looked at each other straight, with indescribable emotions flowing in their eyes.

After a long stalemate, it was also Nie Budu who made the first move.

Raising his hand, he held a beautiful sword flower, Mosha returned to its sheath.

Ye Bozhou stared at him fixedly, and put away his sword for a moment.

Nie Budu laughed, didn't say anything, turned around and stepped off the stage, letting the Baidao people guess wildly in a daze.

Lu Yuzhi was also stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he hurried onto the stage, looked at Ye Bozhou questioningly, and Ye Bozhou glanced at him inexplicably.

Surprised, he asked again.

Ye Bozhou nodded slightly dispensable.

Only then did he dare to speak: "Is there anyone who came up to challenge?"

I thought this sentence was just a formality, I thought that Nie Budu was the only variable in martial arts, a powerful variable.

But in fact, they were wrong again. They are not strong, and they can also become variables.

The young man walked up with rough hands and grinned at Ye Bozhou, who was only up to Ye Bozhou's chin.

But everyone knows that Ye Bozhou is doomed.

Because he no longer has the strength to deal with the next opponent, even an opponent who only has three-legged cat kung fu.

Ye Bozhou was tall and tall, and the breeze blew through the slits in his clothes.

His tone was as gentle as ever: "Let's go down to Ye Bozhou, please tell me your family name."

The young man straightened his neck: "Xie Fengliu, a Ranger, here to challenge you."

Ye Bozhou sighed softly.

Seeing the unpredictable mood on his face, the young man hurriedly said, "Uncle, can I become the leader of the martial arts alliance if I defeat you?"

"You don't have to beat me, you already are."

After finishing speaking, Ye Bozhou turned around and stepped off the stage without even looking at him again.

When he was halfway there, his figure shook suddenly and he fell straight to the ground.

Amidst the noise, the young man named Xie Fengliu became the new leader of the martial arts alliance inexplicably.

Ye Bozhou didn't wake up until before dinner.

When he opened his eyes, he met another pair of eyes, which were dark, full of worry and anxiety, and even a trace of anger that was tried hard to hide.

He suddenly smiled: "Jin'er."

Ember stared at him, her eyes trembled unconsciously, and her lips were tightly pursed.

Ye Bozhou stretched out his hand to touch his face distressedly: "Don't be afraid, Master is fine."

Ember raised his hand and pressed his hand firmly to his face.

"Hey, junior brother, you finally woke up." Su Jiujiu strode over with the medicine in his hand, "You don't know, your dizziness gave us a fright, and we thought you were murdered by Nie Budu!"

Ye Bozhou: "Although Nie Budu is the leader of the Demon Cult, he is not a person who is indiscriminate."

Su Changjiu couldn't help being amused when he heard the words: "Hey, do you understand me well?"

Ember cast a cold glance at him.

Ye Bozhou supported his forehead: "No, it's just a feeling."

"That's a pity. You woke up too late. No one heard your rhetoric. Where are you scolding Nie Budu? Hey, it's strange to say that he can hold back everyone scolding him , with a smile on his face, as if nothing happened, and just left."

Ye Bozhou sighed slightly.

"However, Nie Budu is not a good person, even a blind person can tell that Xie Fengliu is his man! Or he found him.

"Look, he himself came up to challenge you first, dragged you until you had no strength, and then found a low-level person who could be controlled by him to be the leader of the martial arts. You can't rely on him even if you know what's going on, it's really easy to calculate!"

Seeing Su Jiujiu's angry face, Ye Bozhou couldn't help smiling.

"What's the origin of Xie Fengliu?"

Su Changjiu patted his thigh: "How can you have a background! You can't be ranked in the arena at all. If it weren't for this time, you probably won't have a bright future in your life."

"Talent, he's very dull, and his kung fu is not good, even Jin'er can easily restrain him."

Ember rolled her eyes calmly.

"In terms of identity, I'm just a petty thief. If I don't steal incense and jade, I just steal money, and I often get beaten for not stealing, tsk tsk."

Ye Bozhou smiled: "Steal money?"

Su Jiujiu rolled his eyes and smiled, "Yes, stealing money!"