Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

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 illusion caused by their grief and anger.

The facts before them told them that Su Yun did not die, and even burst out with a more powerful aura!

"How can it be?"

"He's not dead?"

"this……"

The dozen or so inner sect elders in the spectator seats were all shocked!

The dozen or so top geniuses next to them also had their eyes twitching and their hearts shaking!

Such a scene is completely unimaginable to them.

They really couldn't understand how Su Yun could withstand Ye Junhong's crazy offensive and protect 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, everything changed over the Sword Trial Peak!

Boom... Boom!

A dull roar echoed through the void, and a purple sword light slowly flew out from his palm.

The whole body's light swelled 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 intent!"

"What?"

"How can it be?"

The whole audience exclaimed in shock, everyone was shocked!

What Su Yun wielded 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 filled with fear!

Su Yun's sword put his whole body under some terrible pressure. The hair on his body stood on end, as if he was locked by a will of death!

Boom!

The purple sword cloud passed through the sky and locked onto Ye Junhong first. The aura of death became clearer and stronger!

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

"solid!"

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

It looks like a huge mountain, emitting an awesome blood-gold light!

Facing all his actions, Su Yun remained unmoved.

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

"This... what is this method?"

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

"Are you kidding? He hasn't 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 in confusion and kept guessing.

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

Rumble, rumble!

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!

Ziyun's speed may not seem fast, but he has an 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, their faces filled with shock and horror.

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

"Um?"

"what happened?"

"Is the Purple Sword Cloud going to disappear?"

"Su Yun's attack is no longer effective?"

All the warriors in the audience were surprised and made guesses.

"Hiss!" Ye Junhong's heart was trembling, and he was not happy but was shocked!

The purple sword cloud has obviously torn apart his defensive barrier. 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 and struck each other suddenly in front of the body.

Bang... boom!

Rolling blood-golden spiritual power suddenly flashed in front of him, crushing toward 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 did he go!"

Ye Junhong was shocked!

All the warriors in the audience were greatly surprised.

At this moment, they suddenly discovered that a huge purple sword suddenly appeared above Ye Junhong!

Hiss, hiss!

"Oh My God!"

"How can it be?"

"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 technique before, and they just thought it was some important treasure that Su Yun sacrificed.

Before the exclamations could settle down, the purple giant sword slashed down in the air with violent sword intent!

"dream!"

Ye Junhong's face changed drastically and he roared furiously!

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!

Despite the 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 in an uproar and exclaimed!

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!"

Boom!

The purple giant sword suddenly accelerated and slashed into the blood cocoon that had not yet collapsed, followed by Ye Junhong's horrifying and violent roar.

Boom... 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.

The blood cocoon completely collapsed, and a figure fell from the air and landed heavily on the edge of the sword testing platform. It was Ye Junhong himself!

At this moment, his robes were in tatters and covered in blood. He looked extremely embarrassed and did not have the demeanor of a top genius.

quiet!

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 testing platform with shock on their faces!

Wow!

The bodies of more than a dozen top geniuses trembled as they looked at 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 can it be?"

"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 clamored wildly and tried their best to deny the facts before them.

But no matter how much they deny it, they can't change the situation on the sword trial stage.