Whoosh

The sword light is like lightning, extremely sharp.

The sharp sword energy spread from the square and swept across the world, causing the disciples present to tremble.

Jian Eleven is so powerful!

The deacons present were also full of shock. They were obvious to all the achievements of Jian Eleven, and their future prospects were limitless!

Then Su Yi, can he still compete?

This is the real strength of Senior Brother Jian Eleven, so Su Yi is afraid he can't compete with it!

In just a short time, some people on the scene were worried about Su Yi.

But at this moment, no one will think that Su Yi is overestimating his abilities anymore. Even if he is defeated in this battle, it will prove his own terror.

At the critical moment, under the eyes of the audience, Su Yi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and two sword-like lights flashed out from the depths of his pupils.

At the same time, from Su Yi's body, a kind of aura that was beyond ordinary and transcends the world, accompanied by a great pressure.

In front of everyone, Su Yi moved, and the sword in his hand pierced out directly. The sword light was dazzling, and it also carried the sharp sound of breaking the wind, and fiercely pointed at the sword light that was shrouded in the former.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang

Suddenly, violent sounds of golden spears exploded, and a fierce and powerful wind surged from the place where the two collided and clashed.

Hula

In an instant, strong wind swept across the square, and some onlookers around him retreated in panic.

The sword light was dazzling, dazzling, and the strong wind was violent, making it difficult for the deacons present to peek into it, and they were shocked by it!

The strong wind swept through, the violent strong wind and sharp sword light burst into flames, and a gray figure staggered backwards.

Pedal

The figure and feet rubbed against the ground and shook backwards. The mottled stone slabs turned into powder. The tiny cracks on the ground climbed, and only after several feet of time, could it stabilize its body.

The black hair was loose, and the gray robe and clothes on his body had several cracks. Two blood-colored sword marks appeared on his left arm and left shoulder, but the wound was very shallow, just sword marks.

This is Su Yi's current situation, he looks quite embarrassed, and his face is pale.

Defeated, Su Yi was defeated, he was injured!

The audience around were stunned, and then unexpected surprises came from the crowd.

Humph, how could it be the opponent!

Among the dozens of disciples in the Exercise Hall, some young people had a cold look in their eyes, and they always believed in their hearts that Su Yi was definitely defeated.

Alas, it was defeated after all!

Even if you lose, you have proved yourself!

Some comments were heard among the onlookers, and some sighed in regret.

A sudden external disciple finally stopped here after sweeping all the way and was defeated by Jian Siyi in Zhengtang.

In the field, Su Yi had no idea about the discussions around him. He held the sword in his hand and raised his eyes slightly to look at the gradually dissipating energy wind.

There, a black figure appeared, becoming clearer and clearer.

The figure in black, the black battle suit and the gray robe were graceful, outlining the straight body, as tall as a sword peak. The outstanding sword in his hand was filled with light, making a "buzzing" sound of sword sound.

Seeing this scene, everyone seemed to have a clear idea.

After all, Jian Eleven was the fifteenth place above the sword tower, and the outer disciple Su Yi was defeated.

Something seems wrong

Suddenly, someone looked surprised and saw Jian Shiyi's cold face. At this moment, he had a dull look. There was a little confusion and shock in his eyes as he looked at Su Yi.

Someone was stunned and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, Jian Shiyi's chest began to get wet, and blood began to penetrate.

There was a blood hole on Jian Shiyi's chest at some point. If the wound was lowered a little, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the same time, Jian Shiyi's mouth was filled with red blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

No, it seems that Senior Brother Jian Eleven was defeated!

Looking at Jian Shiyi, the eyes of the whole audience were filled with shock. It seemed that Su Yi was not defeated, but Jian Shiyi was defeated.

The eyes that felt that Su Yi had already lost were now completely replaced by shock.

No one expected that the final result would be that the dignified Jian Eleven would be defeated.

The shock of those deacons at this moment will not be inferior to any disciples.

Even they didn't see clearly how Jian Shiyi was injured.

The move that Su Yi just used was already separated from ordinary sword moves. Even if he had not comprehended the true sword intent, it was not far from the same distance. He could break Jian Eleven's full strength and injured Jian Eleven with one sword. This Su Yi would definitely not be an ordinary outer disciple, from the 36th Sword Peak. I think it would not be simple! A deacon exhaled deeply after a long time, and he couldn't bear the shock.

In the messy square, Su Yi stood quietly, with his hair disheveled, looking very embarrassed.

Jian Shiyi raised his eyes, looked at Su Yi's shocked gaze and his whole body was a little stiff.

I lost.

After a moment, Jian Shiyi sighed lightly, and the expression on his face slightly restrained, regaining his coldness.

If you lose, it is Senior Brother Jian Eleven who lost!

Although all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect present had already seen that Jian Shiyi had lost and seemed to be more serious, they could not help but feel shocked when they heard Jian Shiyi admit defeat in person.

It really won, brother Su Yi really won!

Zhang Qing and others clenched their fists, their eyes trembling with excitement.

They even didn't expect that even Jian Shiyi from the Zhengtang was defeated, and that guy was so powerful!

Listening to Jian Shiyi's words, Su Yi smiled faintly, put away the sword in his hand as if nothing had happened, and said to Jian Shiyi: I said, if you block me, I will still defeat you.

Is it that I was careless? If I tried my best, whoever wins and loses is not sure! Jian Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at Su Yi and said.

Su Yi's eyes moved darkly, and he naturally knew that the sword he had just made was a killing move, and he had no intention of killing, but that sword was a killing sword, but in the end he only injured Jian Eleven.

Su Yi could also feel that although Jian Eleven had already done his best just now, he seemed to have a sense of unfulfilled intentions, as if he still had some trump card.

Sword Eleven can rank fifteenth among major sects like the Divine Sword Sect, so how could this guy be simple?

I said, swords are not what I am good at!

After pausing, Su Yi said calmly that Jian Eleven seemed to have a trump card, but he also had some reservations.

I hope that at the Ten Thousand Swords Conference, I will have the opportunity to truly let go of the battle!
Chapter completed!