Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Chu Xuelan and her companions were completely shocked by the scene before them!

The moment they heard Su Yun's voice just now, they thought it was an illusion produced by their own grief and anger.

The facts in front of them told them that Su Yun did not fall, and even erupted with a more powerful aura!

"How can it be?"

"He didn't die?"

"this……"

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

The corners of the eyes of the dozen or so top talents beside him also twitched, their minds were shocked!

Such a scene was completely unimaginable to them.

They really couldn't figure out how Su Yun could withstand Ye Junhong's crazy offensive and protect himself safely.

Up to now, this outer disciple on the seventh floor of the Fate Realm still has the power to make a move?

"Ye Junhong, take my sword!"

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, Su Yun raised his right hand without hesitation, and slowly slashed towards Ye Junhong.

This shot seems to be extremely slow, but from the moment he swung his arm, the sky above Jianjian Peak has changed!

Boom... Boom!

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

The radiance of the whole body rose, turning into a layer of thick purple clouds and coming out of the sky, rolling towards the opponent!

"hiss!"

"what is that?"

"That seems to be... sword intent!"

"What?"

"How can it be?"

The audience exclaimed in shock, everyone was shocked!

What Su Yun swung was obviously just a sword light, why did it turn into a huge cloud in the blink of an eye?

His attack seemed to be extremely slow, but why did the purple sword cloud fill the void in an instant?

"Hiss! What kind of method is this?"

The corners of Ye Junhong's eyes shrank sharply, his heart was terrified!

Su Yun's sword put his whole body into some kind of terrible pressure, his hair stood on end, as if locked by a will of death!

Rumble!

The purple sword cloud flew across the sky, locking onto Ye Junhong first, and the breath of death became clearer and stronger!

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

"solid!"

He clasped 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 exuding an awesome blood-golden light!

Facing his various 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 been in the sect for more than a month, has he practiced secret exercises?"

"Are you kidding me? He hasn't even been promoted to the inner sect, how can he be qualified to practice secret skills!"

"Then...then what kind of swordsmanship is he using now?"

The inner sect elders in the spectator seats looked at each other, guessing endlessly.

But no one could see the source of his exercises, and they were extremely surprised.

Rumble!

Purple sword clouds enveloped the void, as if a giant chaotic beast swooped down on the blood-gold giant wall erected in front of Ye Junhong!

Boom... boom... boom!

Ziyun's speed seems to be not fast, but he has an indomitable momentum.

Accompanied by bursts of violent roars, the blood-gold giant wall was torn apart layer by layer!

Hiss hiss!

The warriors in the audience gasped, their faces full of shock and horror.

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

"Um?"

"what happened?"

"Purple Sword Cloud, is it going to disappear?"

"Su Yun's attack, the follow-up is weak?"

The warriors in the audience were astonished and speculated one after another.

"Hiss!" Ye Junhong's heart trembled, and he was surprised instead of happy!

The purple sword cloud had obviously torn through his defensive barrier. At this time, he should have taken advantage of the victory and pursued it, so that he would not collapse just like that.

"No! It's weird!"

Ye Junhong's face darkened, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

The two palms joined together as soon as they were divided, and they struck each other suddenly in front of them.

Boom... Boom!

Billowing blood-gold spiritual power suddenly flashed in front of him, rolling towards the shrinking purple sword cloud like two mountain peaks.

But the purple sword cloud accelerated its contraction and disappeared at an astonishing speed!

"Huh? Where did it go!"

Ye Junhong was shocked!

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 exercise is this?"

"Maybe it's some kind of powerful magic weapon?"

The audience couldn't stop exclaiming, everyone had never seen such a strange method of cultivation, they just thought it was some kind of treasure sacrificed by Su Yun.

Before the exclamation came to an end, the purple giant sword slashed down in the air with a 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 a breath of death.

The huge purple sword in front of him made him feel that all thoughts were lost and he could not escape death!

Faced with deep fear, he pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the blood-golden aura surged wildly, drowning him in an instant!

Wow!

The audience was in an uproar and exclaimed!

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Junhong seemed to become a huge blood cocoon suspended in the void, welcoming the attack of the purple giant sword.

"cut!"

Su Yun shouted angrily, and the purple giant sword slashed down!

Boom!

Bark!

The violent roar was mixed with an ear-piercing cracking sound, and Ye Junhong's blood cocoon split open instantly.

"Damn it! No... ah!"

Rumble!

The purple giant sword accelerated suddenly, cutting into the unbroken blood cocoon, followed by Ye Junhong's terrified and terrified roar.

Boom...Boom!

The purple giant sword slashed wildly, and the powerful remaining power cut into a huge unmanned peak in front of it, causing a burst of shaking.

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

At this moment, his clothes were torn and covered in blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed, without the demeanor of a top talent.

quiet!

There was a dead silence in the audience, only nervous gasps could be heard!

Swish Swish Swish!

A dozen or so inner sect elders all got up and looked at the sword-testing platform in shock!

Wow!

The bodies of more than a dozen top Tianjiao trembled, watching this scene in disbelief!

After a moment of silence, someone finally made a sound.

"Ye...Ye Tianjiao...defeated?"

Wow!

Those words sounded like a stone being thrown into a silent lake, and immediately detonated the audience!

"My God!"

"How can it be?"

"How could this be the result?"

"Impossible, no, it's impossible for Senior Brother Ye to lose to an outsider!"

"Fake, this must be fake!"

The audience shouted wildly, some people were shocked by Ye Tianjiao's defeat, and even more people couldn't believe the scene before them.

Ye Junhong's followers clamored wildly, trying their best to deny the facts before them.

But no matter how much they denied it, they couldn't change the situation on the sword-testing stage.