Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

"Please, stop."

Ye Fan's eyes were closed tightly, and his body began to tremble.

He is still patient.

But the clear and pleasant sound of the sword continued to fuel the beast in his heart.

"Go to hell!!!"

On the opposite side, Jian Qu's voice was hysterical.

"Go to hell!" Countless audiences followed Jianqu in unison.

With the unison of everyone, Jian Yin also reached its peak at this moment!
"Sorry, don't blame me."

The tense string in Ye Fan's mind finally broke.

His consciousness gradually faded, and his vision became blurred.

……

Open your eyes.

Ye Fan looked around blankly.

The blurred vision gradually became clear.

It can be seen that the clearer the line of sight is, the more eye-catching the bright red color will be.

The entire line of sight seemed to be filled with blood red.

In front of him is still the arena with reinforced formations.

Unlike the sideline senior colonel, the arena of the Martial Arts Senior Colonel, the power of the defensive formation in the arena is at least twenty times that of the sideline!
Having experienced many incidents in which the formation was broken before, Xu Li also specially strengthened the guardian formation of the Martial Arts Colonel.

But now, the formation is broken again.

Without the protection of the formation, the entire arena was cut into pieces, as if dropped by thousands of swords.

On the ruins of the shattered arena, there were bloodstains everywhere, as if they had been baptized by the downpour of blood.

And ahead, where is the shadow of Jianqu?
There was only a tattered black robe and a battered hat, also stained red with blood.

"In the end what happened?"

It wasn't Ye Fan who spoke.

Instead, it came from the auditorium.

As the first voice sounded, more and more voices came.

"Help! Devil! This man is a devil!"

"Run away! Don't stay for a moment!"

"I will die, I will die! I will really die!"

Crazy, trembling, crying...

All kinds of voices came and went, endlessly.

It seems that this arena is the deepest purgatory.

"Brother Ye! What's the matter with you? Can you stop worrying me? Answer me!" Hongdie's cry rang in his ears.

Although he didn't know what happened, Ye Fan immediately turned around and waved to Hongdie.

But unexpectedly, Hongdie was stunned for a moment, and fainted from fright.

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched, and the aura condensed in his palm, turning into a mirror of aura.

I saw myself in the mirror, with blood on my face and red eyes.

"This...is me?" Ye Fan muttered, reaching out to hold his chest, "So, what kind of monster is hiding in my heart?"

In the auditorium, the red owl had always had a casual expression, but now it disappeared without a trace.

She couldn't help letting go of her hand resting on her chin, and clenched it tightly on her knees.

"This, is that innocent and lovely brother? This is simply a monster."

Beside the red owl, Ba Jing also had a dignified expression.

Among all the people, he was the only one who saw clearly what had just happened.

"It's a sword!"

Bajing is very sure!

It was just a moment of lightning and flint, and no one could see clearly what happened.

And even if you can see it clearly, you will be affected by the monstrous sword intent and completely dominated by fear.

In the eyes of the weaker spectators, there might be a bloody beast standing on this purgatory-like arena, or a group of demons dancing wildly.

That's why, everyone fled crazily, and some even fainted directly.

Even though the reinforcement formation blocked most of the sword intent, it still couldn't prevent the audience from being affected by the sword intent, losing their minds and running wildly.

That's why in the moment just now, only the eight sights with incalculable cultivation and suspected to surpass the true god can see the whole picture clearly.

There are no fancy moves, nor violent power.

Yes, there was only a momentary burst of sword intent.

The sword intent was so strong that the five long swords summoned by Jian Qu were turned into powder.

However, the long sword that turned into powder did not float away, but was inspired by the violent sword intent, and turned into endless sword rain and fell from the sky.

The endless rain of swords destroys the dead and destroys everything. Wherever it passes, everything retreats.

Even the arena defense formation, which was improved by Xu Li and strengthened by countless sages, could not last for a while before collapsing.

As for Jianqu bathed in the rain, the fate can be imagined.

The rain of blood covering the arena came from Jianqu.

"In this world, is there anyone who can use a sword to defeat Jianqu? No, it's not that he won, but he was crushed to death like an ant!"

Ba Jing's eyes were full of disbelief, and his lips were still slightly parted.

Jian Qu, his right-hand man.

But it is not from the Dragon Subduing Sect, nor is it from the original Longdu Auction.

His real identity is actually one of the three giants of the Demon Sect, the former headmaster of the Seven Killing Sword Sect who respects the sword!
Whether it's the realm of cultivation, the understanding of swords, or even the skill of forging swords, he has already stood at the top of the whole school.

It will be the top of the list, and the mountains are small.

Standing at the top of the pie means being alone.

It also means that it cannot be stored.

Because there is no opponent, naturally it is impossible to learn from the exchange, and it is impossible to improve in the sparring.

For thousands of years, he was tired of this loneliness.

So he passed the position in a hurry, and left the Seven Killing Sword Sect early to look for a higher mountain.

If he cannot be found, he is no different from dead.

The hard work paid off, and he found the eight sceneries.

The only man worthy of his following.

With this in mind, Ba Jing slowly shook his head.

"I thought he would die, because he was too lonely, and a lonely person always has a short life.

But I never thought that he would die by the sword...

But for him, dying by the sword is the happiest thing in his life. "

"Did he die by the sword?" The red owl didn't see what happened just now, her eyes widened, "Are you joking?"

"Just think I'm joking." Ba Jing frowned, turned and left.

"What do you mean?" The red owl scratched its head, its mind full of question marks.

"What are you doing in a daze? You don't plan to participate in the next duel?" Ba Jing said suddenly.

Only then did Red Owl regain his concentration, and slapped his head: "By the way, my opponent seems to be from the Water Dance Sect."

Ba Jing said: "Me too."

"Win, winner, Ye Fan?"

It took an unknown amount of time before the magistrate recovered from the shock.

It didn't know how long it took before he was sure that Ye Fan was the only one left on the field.

There is no way, according to the rules of the university, the person who stays on the field at the end is the winner.

There is no doubt that the winner can only be Ye Fan.

……

Despite bad things.

But Ye Fan made it to the top fifteen after all, barely considered a small achievement.

However, other friends of the Water Dance Sect are still struggling on the field.

Ye Fan glanced at the duel table, rushed to Hongdie, summoned Shui Ling to wash her body and the arena, and then pinched her hard.

"Brother Ye, are you okay!" Hongdie woke up leisurely, and the first thing she did was to hug Ye Fan.

Ye Fan felt warm in his heart, but time waited for no one.

He pushed Hongdie away and pointed to the duel table.

Only then did Hongdie wake up: "Oops! I'm going to be late!"

"Whoosh" ran away without a trace.

Ye Fan let out a long sigh: "I'm afraid, this time it's more ominous than good."

He looked up at the duel list, which clearly read "'Water Dance Sect. Red Butterfly' vs. 'True Dragon School. Lingyun'!"