God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 212 This Can't Be Thunder Eagle

Seeing Ye Xuan stepping up to the fighting platform, Yin Qianfan narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't that clear enough? The accounts in the ruins can be settled on this fighting platform!" Ye Xuan pointed to the ground vigorously, and said loudly, his words were resounding.

Yin Qianfan sneered, and said, "It's up to you? A piece of garbage from Yuanwu Realm didn't die in the ruins, and came here to die again!"

"Do you think being shameless means being invincible? Even if your shamelessness makes you take away the spear, I can still beat you like a dog!" Ye Xuan said in a deep voice.

Yin Qianfan sneered with disdain: "You are not qualified to fight with me just because you are a piece of garbage in the Yuanwu realm! Killing you can't improve my winning streak, and you want to dirty my hands?"

The various rules of the God of War arena are very strict.

In order to maintain the fairness of the winning streak list, the winning streak list does not count all kinds of battles.

Otherwise, just spend money to find hundreds of low-level fighters to challenge, and anyone can reach the top of the winning streak list.

Therefore, the challenge of a low-level warrior does not count as a winning streak.

Of course, there is one exception, that is, low-level warriors are also on the winning streak list, and the difference in rankings does not exceed three places. Only this kind of cross-level challenge will be recognized by the God of War Arena.

Yin Qianfan curled his lips and smiled contemptuously, and said loudly: "Yin Shisan, come up and clean up this trash!"

A martial artist from the Yin family who was at the first level of the Spirit Martial Realm jumped onto the fighting platform, and looked at Ye Xuan with the same contempt.

"Do you know how rubbish you are? My Yin family would find it difficult to find a warrior who is at the same level as you. I don't need to do anything to clean you up. Any dog ​​in my Yin family will do!" Yin Qianfan said loudly Laugh, step off the fighting platform.

This Yin Shisan was exactly one of the Yin family guards who had entered the ruins of the Sky Monster Clan before.

He glanced at Ye Xuan coldly, and said with disdain: "The garbage in Yuan Wujing is not worthy of challenging the martial arts genius of our Yin family. I, Yin Shisan, will be enough to clean you up!"

Ye Xuan's face sank like water, he beckoned Thunder Ball, and said in a cold voice: "Really? But to deal with you, I don't need to take action at all, my bird is enough!"

Discussions immediately came from the viewing platform: "Isn't this Thunder Eagle? What does he mean?"

"On the information of the martial arts arena, this guy also has a spirit beast participating in the battle. It is a thunder eagle, and it should be this one."

"Didn't he really come here to be funny? Lei Ying is a Qiwu-level monster. Compared with a martial artist in the Spiritual Martial Realm, he is two major realms behind, and more than twenty minor realms!"

"That's right! It's fine to challenge a strong man of the Spiritual Martial Realm with the ninth level of the Yuan Martial Realm, but he even said that he would use a Qi Martial-level spirit beast to defeat the opponent. Isn't this guy out of his mind?"

Yin 13 is less than 30 years old, and his cultivation has reached the first level of Lingwu Realm.

Although it is slightly inferior to a peerless genius like Yin Qianfan, but being able to break through to the spiritual realm before the age of 30 is already quite a talent. A peerless genius dare not say it, but it is not an exaggeration to call himself a martial arts genius.

When he saw that he was being humiliated by a low-level spirit beast, he immediately became furious: "You can't help killing in the God of War Arena, you are looking for death! Do you know that?"

"Now I know. So you're dead, I don't have to be responsible, right?" Ye Xuan said with a relaxed face.

Yin Shisan had an angry look on his face, and said in a cold voice: "You are looking for death, so you can't blame me. Draw your sword, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance to make a move!"

"Senior Kunpeng said that the blood of war beasts must be stimulated by fighting, go!" Ye Xuan said a few words in Lei Qiu's ear, then threw it forward, and said, "I said, deal with it!" You don't need me to do it, my bird is enough."

The thunder ball landed between the two of them, and stood on the ground blankly, with fluffy feathers, it looked like a ball.

Yin Shisan was furious, with a ferocious look on his face, he said, "Okay! Then I'll chop you up, you trash spirit beast."

As he spoke, he drew out his long knife and slashed at the thunderball.

Since Thunder Eagle is the most common Qiwu-level spirit beast among spirit beasts, he didn't use all his strength when he drew the saber.

Although he didn't use his full strength, a casual strike by a Lingwu-level warrior is still powerful.

He was very sure that this knife could easily kill Yuanwu-level spirit beasts, let alone Qiwu-level garbage.

The light of the knife fell.

Bang!
The long knife smashed on the ground.

Thunderball jumped back slightly, just in time to avoid the long knife.

The long knife struck three inches in front of Thunderball, the difference was only three inches, and it missed.

Lei Qiu tilted his head to look at the blade, the bright blade reflected its appearance, and the feathers were bright and mighty.

The spectators present were stunned.

Yin Shisan also showed doubts on his face.

"What's the matter? Didn't this guy say he has a cultivation level of the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm? He couldn't kill a Thunder Eagle with a single blow! Isn't this just acting?"

The spectators around immediately shouted: "Hey! That Yin family's Spirit Martial Realm, are you a fucking idiot? You can't even kill the Thunder Eagle. If you can't, get out quickly, don't come out and embarrass yourself!"

Yin Shisan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and his anger was burning. He clenched the long knife with both hands, circulated his true energy, and decided to use ten successes to chop this Thunder Eagle into a meat paste.

"Drink! Go to hell!" Yin Shisan yelled loudly, using the Yin family's Heavenly Wolf Slashing Blood Saber Technique, and slashed out a bright beam of light.

Bang!
The long knife slashed on the ground, leaving a deep knife mark, but...

He missed Thunder Eagle again.

Everyone suspected that something was wrong with their eyes.

Thunderball bounced back again, another three inches away, and continued to tilt its head to look at the shiny blade, as if looking in a mirror, admiring its newly grown feathers.

The warriors on the stepped viewing platform quit and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? The Lingwu of the Yin family can't even kill a Thunder Eagle! Why don't you go back and play with mud!"

All the members of the Yin family present looked ugly, and Yin Qianfan said coldly: "Yin Shisan, if you lose face to my Yin family again, you know what will happen after you go back!"

Immediately, Yin Shisan shuddered, thinking of the terrible punishment of the Yin family, his face immediately showed a ferocious expression, he raised his long knife, manifested his martial soul, and erupted the true strength of a martial artist in the spiritual realm.

"Broken bird, die to me!" Yin Shisan roared angrily, and the Heavenly Wolf Slashed Blood Knife swung out, slashing towards the thunder ball.

The light of the saber bloomed instantly on the fighting platform, and it slashed at the Thunder Eagle that was the size of a watermelon on the field, and the saber was fatal.

However, it was under such a violent attack.

Lei Ying just bounced left and right, and was not hit by a saber light.

Every knife is only three inches away from Thunder Eagle, not more than one inch, not less than one inch.

Yin Shisan used the 72-way Sky Wolf Slashing Blood Knife Technique, and he slashed out with a sharp blade. However, the 72-style knife technique had used more than 50 moves, but he didn't even touch a single hair of Lei Ying.

The more so, the more terrified he was, and the cold sweat dripped down his face.

There was only one voice echoing in his heart: This can't be Thunder Eagle!No way!
(End of this chapter)