The sound is not loud, not vicissitudes, and it sounds like it is only about thirty or forty years old.

As soon as he finished speaking, nine figures flew out of Daomen Mountain below, and Ye Xiong was the leader.

As soon as Ye Xiong appeared, the eyes under the nameless mask fell on him like a blade, as if he was about to see him through.

Faced with such a look, Ye Xiong was unmoved and was suspended in the air.

"The rules are the same as before. I only use one sword. If one of you nine people can defend against it, I will lose."

As soon as this statement was spoken, everyone around them was very calm, because everyone knew Wuming's rules.

"Wu Ming, you take action, we are ready." Hua Shu said.

"Since it's a competition, please show mercy to your seniors." Qi Sha said.

"We will definitely do our best to block the sword of our senior." Ren Zonghengdao.

These people all spoke out, ready to start a war.

At this moment, a discordant voice came.

"You guys watch first, I'll take his sword first." Ye Xiong said suddenly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at Ye Xiong, almost unable to believe his words.

To the people around him, he was simply unaware of the greatness of the world.

Even the Fairy of Taoyuan could not stop Wuming's sword. Ye Xiong and Youming could hardly defeat the Fairy of Taoyuan even if they joined forces, how could he stop it?

"Ye Xiong, don't be arrogant."

"Wu Ming is not an ordinary person, be careful not to lose his life."

"He is the epic of the Ascension Platform and is invincible."

Various voices came, and Ye Xiong felt very upset.

The only thing he has to do now is to defeat him.

Whoosh!

Ye Xiong transformed into a stream of light and fell into the air, only a dozen kilometers away from Wuming.

"Wu Ming, take action, let me see how powerful your undefeated myth has." Ye Xiong said loudly.

"You are arrogant!" Wuming's eyes fell on him.

"You are even more arrogant." Ye Xiong replied.

"I have arrogant capital."

“I have, too.”

"Then I'll see where your arrogant capital is."

Wuming stretched out his right hand, spread his palm, and a mini sword emerged from his palm, spinning quickly, getting bigger and bigger.

Everyone around was staring at this mini sword, as if they were afraid of missing something.

It was this little sword that defeated nine masters with one sword three thousand years ago.

It was this little sword that achieved the myth of nameless undefeated and turned his name into a divine transmission on the ascension platform.

Today, this sword appears again.

What kind of transmission will be created this time?

"Your sword is useless to me, use the real sword!"

Faced with this sword that made all the monks frightened, Ye Xiong's face remained calm.

Even, there was no defense.

It seems that Wuming is now exerting an insignificant magical power.

"I have seen many people on the Ascension Platform. I have never seen anyone as arrogant as you. Today I will see what kind of arrogant capital you have."

The sword in Wuming's palm became faster and faster, bigger and bigger, and then suddenly came out of his palm.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the strong wind blew. The sword light stomped in the power of the space storm, shooting towards Ye Xiong with a trajectory that was invisible to the naked eye.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were raised.

They have never seen a thunder sword of this level.

This is simply a kendo that they have never seen in their lifetime.

"Brother Ye is too arrogant, it's trouble now." The sword god Lu Chen sighed at the moment when the sword light was activated and said, "I haven't seen it for thousands of years, Wuming is stronger. The power of this sword is even more powerful than three thousand years ago."

"If this sword cannot be blocked, it will be terrifying not just being injured, but also being able to die."

"I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, so he's going to be finished now."

The people around him made a sound, and no one was optimistic that Ye Xiong could block the sword.

Youming and Huo Yan were both optimistic about Ye Xiong, but when they heard that everyone around was like this, their hearts immediately became raised.

Ye Xiong did not move during the whole process until the small sword shot in front of him with the thunder force, a halo like starlight suddenly appeared in his body, and then he slapped it out with a palm.

A vast mass of Buddhist energy was sandwiched in the palm of his palm, forming a shield with Buddha's light.

The shield is invisible and has no particularly dazzling momentum.

I didn't believe that this mere little shield could block Wuming's sword that shocked the ancient and modern times.

Soon, Wuming's sword fell on Ye Xiong's shield, and then, like a drill, drilled the shield quickly.

At the speed seen by the naked eye, the shield easily broke through the shield. Just as everyone felt that the sword would continue to move forward, a faint golden halo appeared on Ye Xiong's body, like a fog. When the small sword fell on him to the golden light, it suddenly seemed to be deserted, slowly fading, and finally disappeared completely.

"This is...to be defensive."

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do it?"

Everyone around was stunned and looked at Ye Xiong in disbelief.

They didn't even know what was going on, so Ye Xiong took it.

Lu Chen, Wuxin Monk, Shen Jian, and the others looked at each other, not understanding the reason.

Huo Yan, Jin Yi, Bei Xu all cheered, their voices shook the sky.

Youming breathed a sigh of relief and showed a gratified smile in his eyes. This guy was indeed not bragging.

Wuming stared at the halo emitted by Ye Xiong's body, as if he saw something that attracted him, and he didn't blink.

"Master, it is the power of stars." The Taoist boy beside Wuming suddenly said.

"I know."

Wuming nodded, and his face quickly returned to calm.

"The last time I gave the letter of war, he had no vitality. It seemed that he had just recovered." The Taoist boy continued.

"The inner world cannot be destroyed. It seems that it is not a simple character. It's a bit interesting. Unfortunately, I have already used a sword, so I lost this time."

There was a hint of surprise in Wuming's voice. He originally wanted to continue to take action, but since he said this, he naturally could not take it back.

"You have arrogant capital, I lost." Wuming was very open and honest.

"If you only use this sword, then I will be too disappointed." Ye Xiong said suddenly.

"What do you want?"

"Use the real sword and attack with all your strength."

"Are you sure?"

"If I, I only used 70% of my strength to block your sword just now, would you believe it?" Ye Xiong asked lightly.

Wuming was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.

OK, OK, OK.

He made three consecutive moves, and then he said to the Taoist boy: "Meng'er, give me the sword."

"Yes, master." The Taoist boy threw the wooden box in his hand over.

Wuming took the wooden box and put it in front of him. He touched it gently and said, "Old friend, wait for ten thousand years. Today I finally found a person worthy of your coming."

Everyone stared at the wooden box, wanting to see what kind of magic weapon it was in the wooden box.

It's not easy to get a box for thousands of years.

The unknown person opened the wooden box and took out a blunt sword full of black, like a black fire stick...

The sword body is not good-looking and even looks a little ugly.
Chapter completed!