Limitless Interpretations

——The short sword pierced the palm, and Yan Wang's body was fragile.

This misleading further established Bai Yiwen's defeat.

Click, click... sizzle...

Time seemed to slow down a hundred times at this moment. Bai Yiwen's pupils shrank violently, staring at the long sword in his palm as it pierced Yan Wan's robe, pierced his flesh and blood, and nailed it to the bone without making an inch.

Even after a slight stagnation, the huge feedback force that followed immediately interrupted the power in his body, and a brief backlash occurred uncontrollably.

The freeze at this moment was terrifying, especially when facing an enemy like Yan Wan.

Bai Yiwen knew that he must not give Yan Wan even a chance, so he made a prompt decision, ignored the swelling sensation coming from his meridians, forcibly reversed the force, and controlled his body to retreat quickly.

"You can't leave."

Yan Wan raised his hand, Chi Xiao held it in his palm, pulled out the dagger and cut it off, blood flowed out quickly, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pursuit speed was three points faster, and he caught up with Bai Yiwen in the blink of an eye. .

Seeing him flying his sword in the air, like a falcon fighting a rabbit, he flung out countless rays of sword light from a high position, stirring up dust and gravel all over the sky. A terrifying storm like a tornado rolled up in an instant, tightly binding the two of them.

Kill, kill...

The collision is like a noisy shower falling, with a clanging sound and a scream in the sky. From time to time, eye-catching torrents of purple electricity can be seen erupting, and brilliant sword energy runs through the surroundings.

The warriors in the audience had their mouths opened at some point, staring blankly at this horrifying scene. They felt cold sweat oozing out unconsciously, and a chill that penetrated the heart and spleen grew from the bottom of their hearts.

Only today did they finally understand that there are three, six or nine levels of reincarnation, and how big the gap is between each level.

Boom...

There were loud noises, and the arena was already torn apart. The onlookers retreated one after another, looking at the dense sword marks crisscrossing their feet with lingering fear.

Suddenly, Yan Wan's faint voice suddenly sounded in the field: "If you survive this sword, I lose."

The storm subsided, thunder and lightning condensed, and the sky suddenly became gloomy. A terrifying vortex gathered from the top of the dome. All the flying phenomena disappeared, revealing the two people in the scene.

But Bai Yiwen no longer looked as handsome as before, his white robe was stained with blood, his clothes were ragged like a beggar, his temples were messy like strands of black rope soaked by sweat.

There was almost no good flesh on the arm holding the sword, and it was full of sword marks made by the sword energy. The straight and slender sword blade was now filled with dense gaps.

【Thunder Collapses the Moon】

Yan Wan was like a god of thunder, and the dense purple-black thunder in the sky suddenly condensed on the edge of the sword. Chixiao's broad sword spine was entangled by a black dragon that looked like a living creature.

As he took a step forward, thunder exploded all over the sky, and the terrifying black dragon raised its head and roared. In an instant, it descended majestically onto Bai Yiwen's head.

die!

Bai Yiwen's face turned pale, and he stared desperately at the black dragon that was biting towards him. He felt that his mind went blank, with only a few words lingering in his mind - he was dead, there was no way to escape...

Click!

Qiang~

Dang clang...

Yan Wan sheathed his sword, turned around and left the field, his steps were steady, his face was as usual, his jade-like upper body glowed with a warm light, and he left a calm word: "It's a pity that you didn't survive."

Looking at Bai Yiwen in the field, his sword was broken, and his whole body was covered with heart-wrenching wounds that were deep enough to see the bones.

He knelt on the ground with a dull look on his face, as if his soul had been taken away by that sword, as if he had been stunned and had not moved for a long time.

Beside Bai Yiwen, a middle-aged man with a sad face looked at his disciple, feeling all kinds of things in his heart, but he didn't know how to put it into words.

Just now, he took action.

He knew very well that if he didn't take action, Bai Yiwen would definitely not be able to withstand the sword.

No.

It should be said that even he himself had to use all his strength to resist Yan Wan's sword, which could be said to be invincible among reincarnation realm warriors.

Invincible?

perhaps……

He couldn't help but look at the handsome young man with his eyes closed and cross-legged on the high platform, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "Maybe he is the only one who can compete with this person."

A monster needs another monster to punish him.

——

After waiting for a few days, when only three people were left, Yan Wan arrived belatedly. The top three will confirm who is first and who is second today.

Meng Yue is the worst one. Not only did he lose the battle with Yan Wan, he also lost another battle, which means that he did not get the third place.

The first and second were born between Yan Huan and this disciple of Jiange named Ye Feng. As for Qi Qingshan, he had already been eliminated when he was six to three because he met the head of the Seven Sons of Jiange.

"Ye Feng?" Yan Wan chewed on the name and sighed inwardly. What a perfect surname for the protagonist. In the past few years, the surname "Ye" became popular in the entire Internet literary circle.

Among them, the name "feng" starts with it, such as Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Ye Feng...

And the Ye Feng in front of me is the first of the seven sons of Jiange. It is said that the physical state is perfect at the age of ten, and the Gangsha state is at the age of thirteen. After six years of hard work, he entered the gathering of gods at the age of nineteen, and after five years of experience, he was promoted to reincarnation at the age of twenty-five. .

His life is either cheating or cheating.

He was at his peak when he debuted and is still invincible.

"call……"

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, and with a faint "force", he took off his sword bag unhurriedly, revealing the ice-white sword with sheath.

He was like an emperor looking down on all living beings, looking down at the ring, his eyes like deep pools and ancient wells, without any emotion: "Are you Yan Wan?"

"Snapped!"

Yan Wan frowned. He couldn't get used to seeing people pretending to show off. He took off his waist badge and sneered, "How come you, a martial artist, have the guts to question me?"

"..."

No one expected that Yan Wan would be so disrespectful and use his status to oppress others.

Although the arrangement of elders, sect masters, elite disciples, etc. in these sects is quite the same.

Although they have powerful force, when they are forced to a dead end, they dare to join forces and fight against the imperial court.

Although, their division of hills and the like were approved by the imperial court.

Although……

But it can't beat the most important point - in terms of status, they are white, they... are ordinary people.

Except for the pitifully rare bosses in Wuliang Realm, they can ignore the court officials, but the vast majority of people have to seek the court's consent for anything they do.

Of course, in most cases, both parties give face.

The sect will not mess with Jill, and the court will not cause trouble for nothing.

However... if Yan Wan is like this, if he really wants to compete with you, if he really wants to hold you by the tail, it will make both parties look bad.

It is no exaggeration to say that once Yan Wan's identity is revealed openly, everyone present except for those big guys in the Infinite Realm will have to salute.

Facing Ye Feng's livid expression, Yan Wan weighed his belt and said disdainfully: "Tell me, what are you pretending to be? Who do you have the qualifications to pretend to be with me? Believe it or not, if there is no Jiange to protect you, you are the only one who can do it." Virtue, I will let you die."

"Okay, let me see how you can make me want to die."

Ye Feng suddenly took a step forward, and a terrifying aura erupted. He drew the sword from his sleeve and slashed out. The shadow of the sword spread all over the arena, and he suppressed it with a sharp edge.

"Then, you should take a good look, so as not to have another chance in the future."

Yan Wu stepped aside to avoid the sharp edge, and drew out a sword with his backhand. The rolling thunder roared like a thunder dragon, making an ear-piercing roar and sweeping around the ring, not letting the sword hit him hard at all.

Clang…

Sound waves were as real as the sound, and exploded one after another with the sound of collision, like ripples of water spreading around, rolling up the earth and rocks wherever they passed, and crushing them into pieces.

Ye Feng's face was solemn. On the first day of the fight, he threw away all contempt. The person in front of him gave him unprecedented pressure.

His strength, skills, and even grasp of opportunities make him the strongest opponent he has ever encountered.

What chilled him the most was that Yan Wan was not afraid of Jiange.

This means that Yan Wan can launch an offensive without restraint. Even if he hacks Ye Feng to death, in the end it will be nothing more than a miss and some insignificant punishment.

Originally, Ye Feng could be so unscrupulous, so he came out and pretended, hoping to take the opportunity to build up momentum and gain the upper hand.

Who knows that Yan Wan did not follow the routine and directly revealed his identity.

Although everyone knew that he was a member of the imperial court, they did not show it to the public. When the time comes, they can just treat him as an ordinary warrior, even if he is hacked to death by 'accidental'.

Afterwards, they could use the excuse that they didn't know he was an official of the imperial court. Even though the imperial court was furious, but without enough reputation as a military official, Jiange naturally had no fear.

But it's different now.

Yan Wang revealed his identity and peeled off the layer of paper.

Therefore, both emotionally and logically, Ye Feng could not do anything to Yan Wan when he 'knowingly' that the other party was an official of the imperial court, even if it was a 'miss'.

Because people in the imperial court can only be dealt with by the imperial court.

These are rules, ironclad rules.

"Oh, you don't dare to kill me?"

Yan Wang smiled provocatively at him, his voice was low but penetrating enough, and it flew into Ye Feng's ears, making his face look even more ugly.

"What? Are you afraid that the court will cause trouble for you?"

Yan was eager to push forward, no, not a foot, but a foot... His face was full of sarcasm, which completely explained the meaning of the word "villain's success".

"Wow, you still think you can beat me?" Yan Wan pretended to be shocked and sneered, but his hand movements became more and more fierce.

Boom...

Another sword strike. Ye Feng watched helplessly as the sword mark, which was several feet long, was exposed at his feet. The joints of the hand holding the weapon were vaguely white, and the blue blood vessels protruded, indicating his current mood.

Suddenly, he moved his body skills, and in the blink of an eye, like a beam of sword light, he escaped dozens of meters away, stared at Yan Wan with gritted teeth, and said coldly: "Do you dare to sign a life-and-death certificate with me? I'm afraid... If you're not careful, it will kill you."

"Life and death status?"

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the audience without revealing any trace. When he saw Qi Qingshan's gesture, his face suddenly showed a smile like a spring breeze: " Not only superiority and inferiority, but also life and death?"