Chapter 313 Baili Wentian Realizes the Sword that Breaks the Void
Everyone's hearts were hanging in mid-air, and they were very nervous. Three breaths had passed.
Baili Wentian still didn't break out of the ice. He was still frozen. He didn't move at all. He didn't know if he was dead.
Ye Xiangxiang complained: "Ye Yunfan, it's all your fault. Look, the person you recommended is dead. The bet you made with me also lost, so just prepare to fulfill your promise."
Ye Yunfan looked at the ring and said, "Why are you so anxious? It's not over yet, keep watching!"
At this moment, a click was heard suddenly, which made everyone nervous.
Not only Ye Haoran and Lin Yingyue, but also the man in black looked at Baili Wentian in the ring.
Just when everyone thought the battle was over, there were several clicks in succession, and the ice that had sealed Baili Wentian began to crack. Then with a bang, the ice exploded and scattered.
Po Feng was a little surprised, "You actually broke through the realm of sword energy? Used sword energy to cut through the ice that sealed you? How is this possible? How did you do it?"
Baili Wentian's Sword Intent realm has broken through to the high level of Sword Heart Transparency. Considering his age, he can only be described as a genius in swordsmanship.
He said: "I also want to thank you for freezing me. I was about to be close to death, but you actually stimulated my potential at this time. You have a share of the credit for my ability to break through the realm of sword intention."
Po Feng: "You...this is impossible!"
"Is this unacceptable? In fact, let me tell you, not only did I break through the realm of sword intention, I also learned a new sword. Now I will use you to test my new sword!" Baili asked Tian said confidently.
After finishing his words, Baili Wentian closed his eyes and just slowly raised the Wentian Sword.
All the power between heaven and earth seemed to surge towards him and enter his body. The power of the sword was huge, and the power of the sword was close to Po Feng. It was as if there were thousands of sharp swords spinning and flying around him, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him. .
The energy of the sword energy condensed by Wentian Sword is getting stronger and stronger, seeming to disturb people's minds and giving people an invisible sense of oppression. Just then Baili Wentian roared
"The Heavenly Sword leaves a mark!"
As soon as the sword came out, the world was shocked. The entire arena was covered by the huge sword light. The dazzling white light and shadow enveloped the Wentian Sword's powerful sword energy and slashed towards Po Feng.
When Po Feng saw Baili Wentian's sword, he was immediately frightened. It was too powerful, and the sword energy was simply intimidating. But in order to save his life, Po Feng could only forcefully use a knife to block it.
"Treading on snow and cold plum blossoms!"
Po Feng directly threw his Feng Yin Knife, stepped on the knife, gathered all the strength of his body on his legs, used his legs to control the knife, and then kicked out countless legs in succession, and the power of the knife became stronger and stronger. Benwen Tianjian.
But when the two attacks met, a strange scene occurred.
Baili Wentian's Heavenly Sword Trace can withstand Po Feng's Taxue Hanmei, but Tuxue Hanmei cannot touch the Heavenly Sword Trace.
"No... this is impossible... ah..." With a scream, Po Feng was seriously injured by a sword and was knocked out of the ring.
Seeing this scene, the man in black was a little surprised and said: "Unexpectedly, at such a young age, he can actually understand such sword moves. The sword cuts through the void and can ignore the attacks of foreign objects. The talent of swordsmanship is indeed stronger than Po Feng."
The man in black said: "We lost this game, let's prepare for the fourth game!"
Baili Wentian was still in a daze. He didn't expect this move to be so powerful. He came back to his senses when he heard the words of the man in black.
Ye Yunfan saw him coming back and said with a smile: "Baili Wentian, that last sword strike was good. It seems that your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
Baili Wentian said: "Thank you for the compliment, but no matter what you say, I will still come to defeat you sooner or later!"
Ye Xiangxiang stared at the two people blankly and muttered: "Really won? Can Ye Yunfan really predict winning or losing?"
Baili Wentian's return was praised by everyone, and various adjectives were used. Some called him a young swordsman, some called him a young genius, and some called him a swordsman monster.
Mingyue came to Ye Yunfan's side and said, "Have you guessed a long time ago that Baili Wentian will break through his limits in the competition?"
Ye Yunfan just responded with a smile, "It's a guess. He's pretty lucky. His ability to break through in the ring is all due to his unwillingness to admit defeat. I hope the next one will go well too!"
Mingyue looked at Ye Yunfan's back and said to herself: "I can't see through him more and more. It's as if all this was expected by him. It's incredible. Since I met him, he has brought me too many surprises."
Not only Mingyue thought this way, Ye Haoran and Lin Yingyue also speculated that Ye Yunfan was so mysterious that they no longer regarded him as a younger generation.
During his break, Ye Yunfan sensed everyone here one by one. While his eyes swept across everyone, everyone responded to him one after another, some smiled, and some nodded to him.
Obviously after the person chosen by Ye Yunfan won, everyone was more polite and friendly to him.
After Ye Yunfan glanced at everyone, he probably had an idea in his mind, but he didn't say anything.
He doesn't know most of the people here now, and he's not familiar with their personalities, so it's not convenient to talk about some things for the time being.
After a short rest, Lin Yingyue said to the man in black: "For the fourth round, we are sending students who are at the fifth level of the True Yuan Realm. You should also send people to play."
"Evil Army, go ahead, we must win this battle." As the man in black finished speaking, the Evil Army stepped out of the air and fell into the ring.
The evil army is more than two feet tall, and its aura gives people a sense of oppression. At first glance, it seems that the physical body has been cultivated to the extreme.
Wuming, on the contrary, landed lightly in the center of the ring. His figure was not as tall and majestic as Xie Jun, but he looked weak.
But if you only look at Wuming's appearance, you would be wrong. Although Wuming is only about ten feet tall, his eyes are sharp and there is obvious confidence in his eyes.
This confidence definitely comes from the manifestation of his own strength. Xie Jun saw that Wuming was so thin and weak, and sneered: "Are you Wuming? I have seen your strength before. You are not my opponent. I advise you to admit defeat directly, so as not to lose your life."
Wuming was very calm when he heard Xie Jun's words. He said without sadness or joy: "Fight!"
Soon Wuming made a move, and his iron sword pierced Xie Jun.
Xie Jun saw that Wuming only used a broken iron sword to attack him, and he was disdainful. He raised his fist as hard as iron and blasted it directly.
The punch was very fast, and there was a strong airflow wherever the punch passed, which seemed to have scratches in the air. Wuming's iron sword came in an instant and collided rapidly with Xie Jun's iron fist.
The iron sword hit the iron fist, making a metallic sound.
The two forces were in a stalemate.
Xie Jun sarcastically said, "Your broken sword can't even break my fist, how can you hurt me?"
Wuming ignored him. After the collision, both of them took ten steps back before they stabilized their bodies.
Xie Jun was about to say something, but suddenly said in surprise, "No... This is impossible..." Looking at the sword mark on his hand, there was a faint trace of blood.
Xie Jun felt insulted and roared, "Asshole, you actually cut my skin. Very good, you succeeded in angering me, this punch, I want your life."