Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Feng Ye was wearing a light red gown that was already on stage. He had a freewheeling temperament. Not only did this color look good on him, but it made him even more fairy-like. .

Song Yexi never thought that one day she would confront Feng Ye, no, it should be said that she never thought about it before becoming a demon, but after becoming a demon, the way is different and they are enemies.

If an ordinary person loses to Feng Ye in the competition, it will not be ugly, it is enough to be able to fight against such a master, but he is Song Yexi, he only wants to win now, he can only win.

Seeing him on stage, Feng Ye couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes, and he didn't hesitate to praise him: "I saw your sword skills yesterday, the sword skills are simple and clean, and the sword moves are skillful and neat. You are young but you have such sword skills. , is really rare.”

Song Yexi only replied with two words: "Thank you."

Feng Ye stood holding the sword, with a faint smile in his eyes, looking at the young man opposite him as if looking at his own child, but his tone was serious: "Competition, justice is the first, I will not let you because of your age, let alone I underestimate you because of your age."

This is Feng Ye's style. The best way to humiliate the opponent is to let the water out. Song Yexi nodded, but still only replied with two words: "The best."

The competition of the combination of sword moves and spiritual power is not easy for Song Yexi. To control the combination of spiritual power and sword, he needs to deal with the ever-changing sword moves. Thinking of this, Song Yexi took a look around the trial field The clans in the demon world are really powerful, the most important thing for him is to suppress the demon in his heart, otherwise today's duel will become him alone challenging the entire clan in the demon world.

These needs are not easy, let alone his opponent is Feng Ye, a man with advanced cultivation.

Before anyone moved, the momentum rose first, the spirit of the two on the field was evenly matched, and everyone couldn't wait.

Elder Feng looked at the two people on the stage, especially the young Ye Wushuang. He always felt that this person's figure and temperament were quite similar to Song Yexi back then, but he also felt that he was different from Song Yexi. It is indifference to worldly affairs and nothing to seek, and this young man seems to have this feeling, but too much murderous aura and obsession are fused into him, and his aura is cloudy, making it hard to see through.

He secretly sighed, he really looked old, and when he looked at a young man of the same age wearing a mask, he couldn't help but recognize him as Song Yexi. Back then, he executed it himself, so how could there be any room for the evisceration punishment.

The deep love and the deep responsibility, it is precisely because Song Yexi was brought up by him and taught by him carefully, that he will hate the iron and steel even more when Song Yexi makes mistakes and is stubborn, that cold and talented boy has long been destroyed by his own execution , I am afraid there will be no bones left.

The sword moves of the two on the stage were evenly matched, and Feng Ye also understood why Ning Yuqing, the patriarch of the Ning clan, lost to such a young man. He was indeed a genius. , seems to be self-created, and the moves are all trying to break his Feng Clan swordsmanship.

Feng Ye knew that he couldn't spend it like this any longer, so he gathered his spiritual power and penetrated into the sword. With one move, he spared no effort to attack, and the sword turned into several strands, attacking him.

Song Yexi blocked most of it with his sword, but his arm was still injured by several sword qi, and blood was cut on his clothes immediately.

He lowered his head to take a look at the broken hole, held his sword and took advantage of this to fight back, Feng Ye concentrated his energy and used his spiritual energy to form a barrier to block all attacks.

Although Feng Ye blocked all his attacks, he was shocked by this force and took a few steps back. He stepped on the table to stabilize himself, good boy!Sure enough, it has some strength!

Feng Ye made a few more moves, and Song Yexi avoided them all by dodging. After a few rounds, Song Yexi suffered a lot of minor injuries, but she seemed to be unconscious.

People in the audience thought that he was being chased and beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back. In fact, he was familiar with the Feng clan's swordsmanship, but swords vary from person to person.

It's now!Song Yexi stabbed the sword towards Feng Ye's face fiercely, Feng Ye held the sword to block it, and once it reached, Song Yexi used his strength to resist the wind and flew up.

Everyone saw that young man lightly tapped his toes on the top of the lotus pillar on the stage, the sword in his hand seemed to merge with it, his sword moves were so fast that he couldn't even see the blade clearly, Feng Ye recognized the sword technique!What surprised him was that this young man was able to use the supreme swordsmanship of the Phoenix clan. The situation did not allow him to hesitate for a moment, and then he gathered his spiritual power to defend.

Hedong, who was taught by Song Yexi, recognized the sword technique, which was the sword technique that his little master had used—Phoenix on Fire.

I saw Song Yexi on the stage riding against the wind in mid-air, his sword moved smartly, and the spiritual energy gathered in the sword energy, as if hiding fire in it, magnificent and coquettish, falling with his sword, like a rain of fire falling, earth-shattering, the stage suddenly changed into a sea of ​​flames.

This is the real phoenix bathing in fire!He Dong was too shocked to speak.

Everyone in the audience only saw the weird and alluring fiery red color on the stage. Famous people are not as good as seeing each other. The phoenix bathing in fire of the Feng clan is indeed well-deserved, gorgeous and heavy, which made Feng Ye, a veritable member of the Feng clan on the stage, have to avoid it.

Several senior seniors from various clans in the audience were shocked, Feng clan's sword skills have never been spread, how did this young man know, could it be that the two are both Feng clan members and had internal strife?Moreover, it is extremely difficult to practice the phoenix bathed in fire, and it is a rare talent to be able to make it to this level at a young age.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the flames on the stage to fade away. Song Yexi was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but unexpectedly, Feng Ye broke through the air, and a strong sword energy swept in. Song Yexi had just expended too much spiritual power to make the phoenix bathe in blood. Can no longer mobilize more spiritual power to resist.

Song Yexi couldn't dodge enough and could only block it with his sword. The strong sword edge forced him to retreat until he reached the edge of the competition stage.

Everyone on and off the stage could see clearly that this person was desperate for his life, and he was going to force him to continue. If he was hit by this sword energy, he would be disabled if he didn't die.

Song Nuo, who was in the same class as Twelve Tingjian, had recognized Yufeng the young man who was on stage to confront Feng Ye. The red-clothed young man on the stage was not the one who broke into the demon palace at night.

Although Song Nuo knew that this person was the one who attacked the demon palace at night, when he saw the young man insisting on receiving the sword, Song Nuo felt flustered inexplicably, as if someone had tightly grasped his heart, and he clenched his hands tightly , the joints are whitish.

Song Nuo silently recited that person's name, Ye Wushuang.

Song Yexi pressed his feet against the edge of the competition stage. If he didn't want to lose, he had to fight hard, but the direction of this sword energy was right at his chest, where...

Song Yexi couldn't think of any good countermeasures for a while, and at this moment, the sword energy was too powerful, and the sword energy directly brushed his sword and rushed towards his chest. Puff, a mouthful of blood spurted out before it could be suppressed, like a rain of blood .

Half of that sword energy was blocked by his sword, and the other half hit his chest.

"Little master!" He Dong shouted anxiously from the audience.

Seeing that the young man was severely injured, Song Nuo's heart tightened, and he stood up unconsciously, staring at the young man. He didn't know why this Ye Wushuang would make him feel so bad, he only felt that seeing Ye Wushuang hurt , I feel sad.

"Song Nuo, what's wrong?" Elder Feng asked.

Only then did Song Nuo realize his gaffe, and sat back to the distance: "Elder, I'm fine, I just feel a little worried watching it."

Elder Feng has always looked down upon Song Nuo, even if Song Nuo became the future demon queen, Elder Feng's attitude towards him is still very cold, just like now, Elder Feng snorted coldly and continued the competition in the stands.

The audience cheered and clapped hands for Feng Ye's blow, but Song Yexi couldn't hear anything. He only saw the things he had carefully stuffed into his clothes shattered in half and fell to the ground. His blood was on the ground. There is that flower, and this is what he was anxious about just now.

Tingyu flowers are everywhere, it is the most common flower in the demon world, but it is the only one he received, his.