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Chapter 673 The Awakening of the Black Sword (six more)
Ye Xuan had no expression on his face. He walked up to the ring, and Ye Xuan listened to the comments of the onlookers below the ring without exception.

It turned out that the lean man who fought against him this time was named Yan San, and he was also a swordsman like Junzijian.It's just that Yan San's strength is slightly inferior to Jun Zi Jian's.But even so, Yan San's strength should not be underestimated.

Ye Xuan stood on the ring, the cold north wind whistling crazily like a cold knife.Ye Xuan grasped the rusty black knife in his hand, with a few smiles on his face.

Holding such a rotten knife, I'm afraid I'm going to kneel in this decisive battle!
Even though his heart trembled a little, Ye Xuan still showed a fearless look, staring at the expressionless Yan San with serious eyes, and said indifferently: "Okay! Now draw your sword, you It's time to make a move."

Yan San's eyes were half-closed from the beginning to the end, as if he couldn't wake up, his eyes were hazy, he stared at Ye Xuan with a tired face, and said coldly: "As soon as I draw the sword , you have no chance to make a move."

"..."

Ye Xuan was speechless for a moment, it seemed that he was another pretending swordsman.

In line with the principle of shamelessness, Ye Xuan no longer hesitated, shouted loudly, and followed Ye Xuan with the rusty black knife in his hand, slashing fiercely at Yan San, who was thin and had blade-like eyes.

"drink!"

Ye Xuan slammed, heavy as thunder, and he was extremely fast, killing Yan San in an instant.

From top to bottom, that knife was very simple, it was an ordinary knife technique, and it slashed at Yan San.

"Oh!"

Yan San didn't move, but a stern sword light, like a slender snake, flashed out of the air instantly.

The sword light hit the black knife in Ye Xuan's hand, making a "clang" sound from the black knife, and it kept shaking.

"This knife..."

Yan San's half-squinted eyes widened suddenly, and even a little bit of strange color faded away.

He stared at Ye Xuan coldly, and said indifferently: "It seems that you are indeed worthy of my sword."

This is the feeling of a swordsman!Not all of them are worthy of a strong swordsman drawing his sword.Only those enemies who are evenly matched are worthy of a swordsman drawing his sword.

"I originally thought that Junzijian was deliberately letting you go, but now it seems that Junzijian really did his best in the battle between Junzijian and you."

Yan San sneered a few times, at this moment, Yan San's eyes were fixed on Ye Xuan.

"Chong!"

A piercing sword sound suddenly sounded.

As the voice fell, a soft sword as soft as a swimming snake, silver-white in its entire body, like a three-foot-long white snake, appeared in Yan San's hands.

Yan San's body was already thin, and with that slender soft sword, Yan San looked more like a swordsman!Yes, Yan San was originally a swordsman.

"I have already drawn my sword. In the arena, there is only life and death, there is no victory or defeat. Now, please show your true strength!"

Yan San's expression became much more serious, he held the sword in one hand, the soft sword like a swimming snake swayed back and forth in the air, shining with white light.

"Of course!"

Ye Xuan nodded. At this moment, he could feel the extraordinaryness of the black knife in his hand. Just now, when Yan San's sword light cut him, the black knife actually resonated with Ye Xuan.

The sympathy between the knife and the person is very wonderful!

Especially, just now, the rusty blade of the black knife was trembling violently, as if neighing!Yes, at that moment just now, the black knife was neighing.

"My sword is called Qinghan."

Yan San held the sword, like a swordsman in the ancient style, he was about to unleash his sword.

"Chong!"

The ear-piercing sound of the sword resounded again.

"boom!"

Yan San's legs suddenly exerted force, like a spring, at an extremely fast speed, and rushed from the spot to Ye Xuan in an instant.

"Even if you are in the early stage of Nascent Soul Realm, I will definitely spare no effort to deal with you. So... don't take any chances, I will show mercy to you."

Yan San shouted coldly.

"So fast."

A look of panic appeared on Ye Xuan's face, and he said in surprise.

Even if Ye Xuan practiced [Yan Tian Dao Jue], he might not be able to surpass Yan San's current speed in terms of speed.

Ruanjian Yansan really deserves its reputation!
This kind of movement speed alone is enough to surpass the practitioners in the same realm.UI.With such speed, Yan San's strength is beyond doubt.

Therefore, when Yan Sansha came, the expression on Ye Xuan's face had become very serious.But before Ye Xuan was ready, Yan San, who was extremely fast, had already killed Ye Xuan.

"boom!"

Yan San had a great impact, his lean body was like a tank, he directly slammed into Ye Xuan's body, and had an intimate contact with Ye Xuan.

The power that Ye Xuan was most proud of, at this moment, seemed to have lost his support, and was directly knocked out by Yan San.

"What a huge power! This guy, what did he eat to grow up? Waste oil, clenbuterol, Sanlu milk powder...!"

Ye Xuan was hit by Yan San and flew backwards. His expression changed in horror, he quickly adjusted his posture, and slammed the rusty black knife in his hand on the ground, using resistance to stop his body.

"Here!"

The rusty black knife was inserted into the rocky floor, and sparks were generated by friction in an instant. In a short time, the sparks flew everywhere, and the extremely hard rock was even torn apart.

"I won't give you a chance."

Seeing Ye Xuan's reaction, Yan San sneered a few times, and then, Yan San's figure disappeared into the air with a "buzz" like a ghost, turning into afterimages, charging towards Ye Xuan again, the speed Very fast.

"A cultivator in the late Nascent Soul Realm, this guy's speed has reached the point of insanity."

Ye Xuan couldn't help laughing bitterly, but at this time, Yan San had already killed him again.

"Go to hell!"

Yan San's eyes turned cold, and the soft sword named "Qinghan" in his hand made a "here" sound, and instantly pierced Ye Xuan's heart.

"What a fast sword!"

Ye Xuan turned the blade of the black knife in his hand sideways, directly blocking Yan San's soft sword.

"Chong!"

The sharp tip of the soft sword was firmly nailed to the blade of the black knife.

"Oh!"

The rust on the body of the black knife actually cracked at this moment.

"This knife...is intended to..."

Ye Xuan was startled suddenly, seeing that rusty black knife, the rust that had not cracked for a thousand years actually burst open at this moment, a few traces of light flashed across Ye Xuan's eyes.

"boom!"

Ye Xuan exerted strength on his legs, and stepped back in an instant, opening the distance between him and Yan San.

On the ring, Ye Xuan retreated to the corner of the ring, the black knife in his hand was still making "boom boom" sounds.

Old Patriarch Jiang, who was watching the battle from a distance, had been watching Ye Xuan's battle, but at this moment, Old Patriarch Jiang's expression was very ugly.

(End of this chapter)