Chu Xuelan and several companions were completely shocked by the scene before them! The moment they heard Su Yun's voice, they thought it was an hallucination caused by their grief and anger.

The facts before them told them that Su Yun did not die, and even erupted with a more powerful aura! "How is it possible?"

"He's not dead?"

"This..." The more than a dozen inner sect elders in the spectator seats were all stunned! The more than a dozen top geniuses next to them also had their eyes twitching and their minds were shaken! Such a scene was completely unimaginable to them.

They really couldn't understand how Su Yun withstood Ye Junhong's crazy offensive and protected himself safely.

Now, this outer disciple at the seventh level of the Fate Realm still has the power to take action?

"Ye Junhong, take my sword!"

Amid the exclamations of the audience, Su Yun raised his right hand without hesitation and slowly slashed towards Ye Junhong.

This shot seemed unusually slow, but from the moment he swung his arm, the sky above Sword Trial Peak changed! Boom... boom, boom, boom! A dull roar resounded through the void, and a purple sword light erupted from his palm.

Fly out slowly.

The whole body's light rose and turned into a layer of thick purple clouds that filled the sky and rolled towards the opponent! "Hiss!"

"What is that?"

"That seems to be... sword intention!"

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

The whole audience exclaimed in horror, and everyone was shocked! What Su Yun waved was obviously just a sword light, but why did it turn into a huge cloud in the blink of an eye?

His move seemed extremely slow, but why did the purple sword cloud fill the void in an instant?

"Hiss! What kind of method is this?"

Ye Junhong's eyes narrowed sharply, and his heart was horrified! Su Yun's sword made his whole body fall into some kind of terrible pressure. The hair on his body stood up, as if locked by a will of death! Boom! Purple sword cloud

Passing through the sky, it locked onto Ye Junhong first. The aura of death became clearer and stronger! "Damn it!"

Ye Junhong's heart trembled, and he realized that he had finally underestimated Su Yun.

"solid!"

He clasped his palms together, and the blood-golden spiritual power surged crazily, forming a barrier hundreds of feet high in front of him.

It looked like a huge mountain peak, emitting an awe-inspiring blood-gold light! Faced with his various actions, Su Yun remained unmoved.

His right arm was still slowly slashing out, completely unaffected by the opponent's reaction.

"This...what exactly is this method?"

"He has only joined the sect for more than a month. Has he practiced the secret techniques?"

"Are you kidding me?

He has not even been promoted to the inner sect, so how can he be qualified to practice secret techniques!"

"Then...then what kind of swordsmanship is he using now?"

The elders of the inner sect in the spectator seats looked at each other, speculating endlessly.

But no one could figure out the origin of his technique, and they were extremely surprised.

Boom, boom! The purple sword cloud enveloped the void, like a giant chaotic beast swooping down on the blood-gold giant wall erected in front of Ye Junhong! Boom... boom... boom! The speed of Ziyun seems not to be fast, but it has

Indomitable momentum.

Accompanied by bursts of violent roars, the blood-golden giant wall was torn apart layer by layer! Hiss, hiss! All the warriors in the audience gasped, with shock and horror on their faces.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the purple sword cloud suddenly began to shrink and roll back! "Huh?"

"What's going on?"

"Is the Purple Sword Cloud going to disappear?"

"Su Yun's attack is ineffective in the follow-up?"

All the warriors in the audience were astonished and made guesses one after another.

"hiss!"

But Ye Junhong's heart was trembling, and he was not happy but was alarmed! The purple sword cloud had clearly torn his defensive barrier apart. At this time, he should have taken advantage of the victory and pursued it, so as not to collapse.

"No! There's something weird!"

Ye Junhong's face darkened, and a warning sign suddenly occurred in his heart.

The palms of both hands closed together as soon as they opened, and they struck each other suddenly in front of the body.

Bang... boom! The billowing blood-gold spiritual power suddenly flashed in front of him, crushing towards the shrinking and rewinding purple sword cloud like two mountain peaks.

But the purple sword cloud accelerated its contraction and disappeared at an alarming speed! "Huh?

Where has it gone!"

Ye Junhong was shocked! All the warriors in the audience were surprised.

At this moment, they suddenly discovered that a huge purple sword suddenly appeared above Ye Junhong! Hiss, hiss! "Oh my God!"

"How is that possible?"

"What kind of skill is this?"

"Maybe it's some kind of powerful magic weapon?"

The whole audience screamed in surprise. They had never seen such a weird method before, and they just thought it was some important treasure that Su Yun sacrificed.

Before the exclamation could settle down, the huge purple sword slashed down in the air with violent sword intent! "Dream!"

Ye Junhong's face changed drastically and he let out a furious roar! The purple sword cloud just now made him feel uneasy and gave him an aura of death.

The huge purple sword in front of him made him feel that all his thoughts were gone and he could not escape death! With deep fear, he pointed a finger between his eyebrows, and the blood-gold aura surged crazily, drowning him in an instant! Wow! The whole audience was shocked.

Phew! Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Junhong seemed to turn into a huge blood cocoon suspended in the void, welcoming the attack of the purple giant sword.

"cut!"

Su Yun shouted angrily in a deep voice, and slashed down the purple giant sword! Boom! Bah! The violent roar was mixed with a harsh cracking sound, and a gap instantly opened in the blood cocoon formed by Ye Junhong.

"Damn! No...ah!"

Rumble! The purple giant sword suddenly accelerated and slashed into the blood cocoon that had not yet collapsed, followed by Ye Junhong's tragic scream of fear and anxiety.

Bang... boom! The purple giant sword slashed past, and the powerful residual power slashed into an uninhabited giant peak in front, causing a sudden movement that shook the ground and the mountains.

The blood cocoon completely collapsed, and a figure fell from the air and fell heavily on the edge of the sword testing platform. It was Ye Junhong himself! At this moment, his robes were in tatters and stained with blood. He looked extremely embarrassed, and he did not look like a top genius.

style.

Silence! The whole place was dead silent, and only nervous gasps could be heard! Swish, swish, swish! More than a dozen inner sect elders all stood up and looked at the sword trial stage with shock on their faces! Wow! The bodies of more than a dozen top geniuses

Trembling, I watched this scene in disbelief! After a moment of silence, someone finally made a sound.

"Ye...Ye Tianjiao...lost?"

Wow! These words were like a stone thrown into the silent lake, and it immediately detonated the whole audience! "Oh my God!"

"How is that possible?"

"How could this be the result?"

"No way, no way, Senior Brother Ye can't possibly lose to an outsider!"

"Fake, this must be fake!"

The whole audience cheered wildly, some were shocked by Ye Tianjiao's defeat, and even more people couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

Ye Junhong's followers shouted wildly and tried their best to deny the facts before them.
Chapter completed!