Xu Yiyi wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and her little face was full of panic: "Damn it, it was almost exposed!"

There was resentment in her eyes.

Which Huntan sent the challenge book to the school gate? What if my father found out that there was no meat to eat for dinner!

Qian Xiao said in a deep voice: "Sister Yiyi, who do you think it will be?"

Yiyi shook her head, indicating that she was not clear.

She snorted: "Don't let me know who it is, otherwise I will beat him up and even trip me up. Damn!"

Qian Xiao echoed repeatedly: "That's right, it's too much."

A man and a woman complained about the sinister intentions of the person who wrote the "challenge book" in his heart, and finally came to a conclusion-

I want her to die!

...

...

The suburban martial arts training ground of the East China Martial Arts Association.

The damage to the venue caused by the competition the day before yesterday has been repaired. It has to be said that the repair speed is a bit scary.

now.

There were only two figures in the huge competition venue.

A white dress fluttered, carrying a long sword on his back, it was Rong Sanyue, a swordsman in Penglai Jiange!

Although he is young, he is already in the Divine Gate Realm.

If she hadn't liked those hypocritical fame, she would probably have become the focus of the whole world.

And behind Rong Sanyue.

Standing her only disciple Deng Shu!

She is also very talented in Jiandao. She is young and is in the early stage of the sixth grade. In time, she may even surpass her as a master.

But this Penglai Sword Pavilion genius hesitated and said, "Master, will that Xu Yiyi really come? What if she is afraid..."

"A wisp of your sword is attached to it."

Rong Sanyue said lightly: "The provocation on it is impossible for any warrior to endure it."

Sword Intent.

It's killing intention!

I'm planning to kill you, can you still endure being a turtle?

This is obviously impossible for the arrogant warriors to come!

Moreover, even Tan Chang had just heard from him that he had handed over the challenge letter to Xu Lai.

Even Xu Yiyi didn't dare to come.

Xu Lai, the Divine Gate Realm, may feel depraved and will force his daughter to fight!

After all, if you are afraid to fight, you will become Xu Yiyi's inner demon.

Xu Lai definitely doesn’t want his daughter’s future cultivation path, so she has such a thorn in her heart!

"Chew!"

Deng Shu took out his natal sword from the storage space and stabbed straight into the ground.

His eyes were cold, like a sword. His aura was gradually accumulating around him. It was just morning.

If you have accumulating momentum until the evening...

Then the moment Deng Shu draws his sword, he will probably cut out a sword comparable to that of the seventh-grade sword sect!

Although it is just a similar shape and has no intention, it is still terrifying enough.

"Care momentum!"

Outside the martial arts training ground, two men stood side by side, Gao He, the head of the East China Martial Arts Association.

The other person is Tan Chang.

At this time, they were sucking cold air at the same time. Can Xu Yiyi really catch this sword?

Both of them were a little worried.

For public, high-compatibility should not be biased towards either side. However, for private purposes, he does not want Xu Yiyi to be injured.

After all, Xu Lai made great contributions to China!

Hearing that Rong Sanyue, a disciple of the Penglai Jiange, was personally circulating to fight against Xu Lai's daughter here, the entire East China Sea martial arts were in full swing.

Even those well-informed nine-grade peaks and powerful people from the Divine Sect came to hear the news.

I plan to watch a peak battle between young people!

Can……

Time gradually passes, from morning to noon, and from noon to night falls.

Five o'clock in the evening.

Xu Yiyi did not show up.

Deng Shu built up his sword for ten hours, and a terrifying "momentum" filled the field.

Although the wind is calm.

But everyone present was the top strong men, and they all narrowed their eyes, knowing that Deng Shu's sword could definitely kill any warrior below the seventh grade in seconds.

Xu Lai's daughter—

I'm afraid I'll lose!

While everyone was waiting, time quietly arrived at six o'clock in the evening, and Xu Lai and his daughter still did not come.

"Why haven't you come yet? You can't be afraid."

"It's ridiculous. Xu Lai waved his hand to condense the dragon vein. His daughter must be a peerless genius. How could she be afraid of playing with a sword just!"

"Although your Dao Sect has never been incompatible with Jiange, your Dao Sect's children also knelt here the day before yesterday. Are you stupid enough to speak for Xu? Don't forget that our Thirteen Holy Land is a whole!"

"If it were a whole, how could Rong Sanyue be so ignoring the overall situation and bringing his disciples to fight Xu Lai's daughter! Fushan Dragon Vein, Penglai Jiange has gained a lot of benefits, right? He really doesn't want to see any more!"

"you--"

“…”

A powerful man from the Divine Sect started to quarrel.

Many people also ignored the quarrel and frowned and looked at Gao He and asked, "President Gao, why haven't the person come yet?"

"Maybe traffic jams."

Gao He was also a little confused. The city is not far from here, and it is at most half an hour away. The only explanation is that it is a traffic jam.

"Um."

Everyone nodded.

This explanation is reasonable.

Although Deng Shu kept closing his eyes and preparing momentum, his five senses were countless sharpened. He could feel the spiritual energy in his body boiling and the sword intent surged!

He wished he could slash out the sword immediately.

Deng Shu even had a very ridiculous illusion that as long as he could defeat or kill Xu Yiyi, he could directly cross the sixth grade and achieve—

Wuzong!

Deng Shu licked his lips without any trace, and he was waiting for the arrival of Xu Yiyi's whetstone.

Traffic jam?

Then I will wait!

For a little while, I, Deng Shu, can still wait.

But this traffic jam lasted for three hours, and no one came until ten o'clock in the evening...

A group of top strong men gradually became strange.

Could it be that Xu Yiyi really let Deng Shubi go?

"Why didn't they come?"

Rong Sanyue's words were cold, and her eyes were directly at a shadow in the darkness, where Tan Chang stood.

"Swish swish swish swish"

In this moment, Tan Chang only felt his scalp explode, and there seemed to be countless swords floating around him.

These swords.
To be continued...