In this battle with Jian Ming, Yi Xiaoyao was so calm and calm from beginning to end. Even when he saw Jian Ming using the strongest trump card at this moment, he was still calm and without any tension.

However, the crowd below was shocked at this moment.

"What? Jian Ming was forced to use that move!"

"You know, even the previous reincarnated ancestors failed to make Jian Ming fight so hard!"

"Is this sword Xiaoyao really that strong?"

Everyone finally understood that although Jian Ming had not used all his strength before, Yi Xiaoyao did not use all his strength either.

This young man, who is said to be just a member of the paranormal vein, is like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to guess his true strength.

After the battle just now, everyone present had a great improvement in the idea of ​​Yi Xiaoyao.

However, no one of them believed that Jian Ming would lose to such an unknown guy.

Because the move Jian Ming used at this moment, even the nine sword masters on the high platform, had already looked solemn.

"It seems that Gu Ming's Wanfa Sword has mastered at least 70% of it. Even so, we may not be able to take it head-on."

"If we continue fighting, I'm afraid that the boy with the side pulse will be unable to save his life!"

"It would be fine if that kid knew the right way to admit defeat, otherwise, we might not be able to rescue that kid under Jian Ming's sword!"

Looking at the endless sword shadows gathered around Jian Ming on the ring at this moment, the sword masters sighed with a little regret.

Only the Lord of Nine Swords was silent all the time, but her heart was more nervous than anyone present.

Singing...

The earth-shaking sword roar, after Jian Ming's low roar, the countless sword shadows around him suddenly soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, each sword shadow turned into golden inscriptions, and the endless inscriptions formed a huge vortex. The moment Jian Ming raised the inscription golden sword in his hand and pointed straight to the sky, he gathered down frantically!

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

After another tremor, the countless sword shadows that were originally filled with the space disappeared completely, leaving only the golden sword in Jian Ming's hand shining with endless inscriptions, revealing an extremely terrifying edge.

Under the sword light, the space around Jianming had already been torn and torn apart, making him even with his sword in a black nothingness.

The next moment, Jian Ming held the long sword that could shatter everything, and his whole body was like a peerless sword, taking a step towards Yi Xiaoyao.

This step has made another area fall into black nothingness.

"Is Jian Xiaoyao?"

A violent voice came from the void because of anger and shame.

Under countless terrifying gazes, Jian Ming stared at Yi Xiaoyao with a cold look, "If my sword comes out, you will die. If you beg for mercy, maybe I will spare your life and only cut off your limbs."

What he said is not a false name. The ancient Ming Wanfa Sword is the peak of the sword clan's sword technique. Even though he has not fully mastered it, not many people in the entire sword clan that have emerged together in this group of ancestors can survive under his Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.

Jian Ming originally wanted to kill Yi Xiaoyao, but the reason why he said that he was disturbing Yi Xiaoyao's life was that this sword was consumed too much, and if he really used it, it would be detrimental to him in the future.

He felt that it was not worth it because he killed Yi Xiaoyao and the position of his sword master was affected.

So in Jian Ming's opinion, this opportunity is already his kindness.

But what Jianming didn't expect was that in the face of his kindness, Yi Xiaoyao not only did not accept it in panic, but instead just chuckled indifferently.

Yi Xiaoyao also raised the bloody sword in his hand in front of him, raised his hand and slashed over the sword body. The blood that oozed out of his fingers made the entire sword body full of blood.

"If my sword comes out, you may not die, but you will definitely lose and will pay a huge price."

As if he was deliberately learning the other party's tone, Yi Xiaoyao also looked at Jian Ming and responded.

The conversation between the two made the crowd below shocked.

Although Jian Ming seems more domineering and violent in terms of the power emitted by him from now on or in the meaning of his words.

But for some reason, everyone could still feel a stronger self-confidence from Yi Xiaoyao's words than Jian Ming.

Even Jian Ming himself noticed it even beyond his confidence, and even felt the inexplicable contempt from Yi Xiaoyao's indifferentness, Jian Ming finally became completely angry.

"All things come back to one kill!"

Immediately, Jian Ming didn't say a word anymore. The long sword in his hand that was emitting terrifying power all the time slashed out, forming a hundred-foot sword energy, which instantly penetrated into the black nothingness in front of him.

The moment the sword was slashed out, a solemn look appeared on Yi Xiaoyao's face.

Although he did not use his mind and domineering spirit, the natural sensitivity given to him by practicing the mind and domineering spirit made him instantly judge that under the other party's sword, if it were not for the Armor domineering spirit and the power of the True Dragon, he would definitely die.

But Yi Xiaoyao did not take a step back, but remained unmoved under the huge golden sword energy, and eventually became like a lonely boat being swallowed by endless sword lights.

"this……"

Seeing this scene, the nine sword masters on the high platform also changed their expressions.

Because even in their opinion, Yi Xiaoyao seemed to have given up on resistance.

If this is the case, even if they are polite to Yi Xiaoyao, they will not be able to save him at all!

However, other sword clans who did not have the desire to cherish talent by the Nine Sword Lords, and even Jian Ji, who had hatred for Yi Xiaoyao, all showed unexpected smiles at this moment.

They were thinking at this moment that if it were them, they would probably give up all unnecessary resistance when facing Jian Ming's sword.

However, they believed that they were not as stupid as Yi Xiaoyao, because if it were them, they had already chosen to beg for mercy before Jian Ming used this sword.

"This idiot...is so demanding face, wouldn't he rather die than beg for mercy..."

Jian Xueer, the only person in the crowd who was worried about Yi Xiaoyao, had a pale face, and a hint of powerless self-blame appeared.

Because she always believed that the reason why Yi Xiaoyao eventually stood on the ring and died under Jianming's sword was because of her.

But the next moment, Jian Xueer's pretty face, which was sad because of her own blame, instantly regained an incredible look with the exclamation of the crowd around her.

In her shiny eyes, the golden sword light that was originally filled with her pupils was gradually replaced by a bright blood light.

At the same time, a familiar voice in Jian Xueer's ear made her heart suddenly jump.

That was Yi Xiaoyao's figure: "Big Time Sword!"

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Chapter completed!