Villain: Dealing with the heroine starts with the beautiful master

Suddenly, the Purple Yun Immortal's hand shook, and a gorgeous purple sword appeared, the body of the sword emitted a mysterious purple light, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky.

Su Ye didn't use any weapons, he raised his hands slightly, as if preparing to meet the challenge of the Purple Yun Immortal.

A sword aura emanated from his body, as if an invisible blade surrounded him.

The battle began!

The Purple Yun Immortal was shaped like the wind, his slender jade hands danced, and the purple sword turned into a sword ray, cutting through the air and attacking Su Ye.

Su Ye's eyes froze, and he quickly dodged, deftly dodging the attack of the Purple Yun Immortal.

Su Ye suddenly launched a counterattack, and his fist instantly became extremely fast, like a raging storm towards the Purple Yun Immortal.

Each punch contained his powerful True Yuan power, which emitted a deafening roar when it hit the target.

The Purple Yun Immortal was not afraid of danger, she was agile, dodging Su Ye's punches, and at the same time wielding her sword to fight back. The sword light was like electricity, cutting through the space, and slashing towards Su Ye with endless might.

Su Ye's eyes were cold, he dodged to avoid the sword moves of the Ziyun Immortal, and punched out with both hands in a row, like a storm, and slammed towards the Ziyun Immortal like a storm.

The figure of the Purple Yun Immortal fluttered in the ring, and her sword moves were like a blooming purple lotus, beautiful and deadly. Su is like a fierce tiger, with both strength and speed, and every punch contains the power of destruction.

The atmosphere on the field grew tense, and the audience held their breath and watched the thrilling battle with full attention.

The fists and swords of both sides intertwined, making a deafening crashing sound.

Time seemed to freeze, and Su Ye and Ziyun Immortal in the ring seemed to have entered another world. Their figures were staggered, fist shadows and swords intertwined, and for a while they couldn't tell who was who.

The beauty of the Purple Yun Immortal is even more brilliant in battle, and every swing of her sword is like a peerless music, which is intoxicating. Sue, on the other hand, showed his unmatched strength and skill, and every punch was terrifying.

The battle went on and on, and there was no winner.

Time gradually passed, but the battle between Su Ye and the Ziyun Immortal showed no signs of stopping.

In the ring, Ziyun Immortal and Su also fought, as if the two gods of war clashed, and the two began to fight, and Zhenyuan swept all directions.

At this time, night falls, and the moonlight shines on the ring, illuminating the whole scene.

Su Ye was tall and solemn, there was not a trace of carrying a weapon on his body, but his hands danced gently, as if he was playing a melodious piano sound.

The Purple Yun Immortal is completely different, she is wearing a purple robe, and her graceful posture is like a heavenly immortal. She held a purple sword in her hand, and the blade of the sword emitted a faint purple light, like a flowing starlight.

The two of them are agile, as if dancing. Su Ye's punches and kicks are fast and accurate, and each move contains infinite power, as if it can tear through the void.

And the Ziyun Immortal is unique in the world with swordsmanship, the sword light is like a shuttle, smart and sharp.

"Haha, happy, I didn't fight enough last time, this time I have a good fight!" Su also laughed.

The power of True Yuan surged wildly over them, stirring up waves of qi that pushed the surrounding audience a few steps away. Their battle attracted the attention of countless people, both disciples and elders, who were attracted by this spectacular duel.

The beauty of the Ziyun Immortal has also become the focus of everyone's discussion. Her moon-like skin, glowing with alluring brilliance in the moonlight, was dreamlike.

Her long hair fluttered like a waterfall, matching her agile figure. Every time she swung her sword, her eyes shone with pure light, as if stars were shining in them.

The battle continues, and the collision of the real yuan makes a deafening sound.

Su Ye's offensive became more and more intense, and every move tried to force the Ziyun Immortal into a desperate situation, but she relied on her swordsmanship to defuse every attack of Su Ye.

Time passed minute by minute, and the advantages of the Purple Yun Immortal gradually emerged. Her swordsmanship grew sharper and sharper, and each swing seemed to tear through the air and emit a piercing scream.

Sue also felt the pressure increase.

The strength of the two is astonishing, every time they fight, it is like a mountain peak colliding, and the void is shaking, this is the battle of a high-level monk, which is several times more exciting and fierce than any previous disciple battle in the sect.

The battle in the ring continued, and the audience held their breath and nervously watched every movement of the two figures. This battle will determine who emerges victorious, leaving behind a legend that will be passed down from generation to generation.

With the sprinkling of moonlight and the churning of Zhenyuan, the battle between Su Ye and the Ziyun Immortal entered a white-hot stage. Every fist and foot exchange, the interweaving of sword light, makes people's hearts surge.

This is a peerless showdown, a contest of power and beauty.

In the ring, the Ziyun fairy was graceful, her appearance was overwhelming, she was wearing a purple dress, and her long hair hung down to her waist like a waterfall, like a fairy descending into the mortal world. And Su Ye looked steady and dignified, he was wearing a black robe, his face was handsome, and there was a sense of determination between his eyebrows.

The two confronted each other in the center of the ring, and the momentum was surging. The Purple Yun Immortal held a purple sword, and the blade of the sword emitted a mysterious light, as if it possessed infinite power. Su Ye's hands were hanging empty, his true yuan was surging, and his body exuded a powerful aura.

Outside the ring, the eyes of many disciples were firmly fixed on this decisive battle. They are all looking forward to the contest between the two strong men in their hearts to see who is the real strong man in the end.

With a shocking roar, the Purple Yun Immortal pounced towards Su Ye like a moth to a flame. She stroked the sword with her slender hand, and the sword light was pressing, like purple lightning piercing the night sky.

And Su Ye was as steady as Mount Tai, he punched out, and Zhenyuan poured into his fist like a torrent, and in an instant, his fist turned into a ray of light, instantly hitting the Ziyun Immortal.

With this punch, Su also used the strength to climb the ladder.

There was a loud bang, and the air in the ring seemed to explode, and a powerful wave of qi swept in all directions. The Ziyun Immortal was hit by Su Ye's punch, and the whole person flew upside down like a broken kite, and his body crossed a graceful arc in the air, and finally fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

All the disciples watched this scene in amazement, watching in disbelief as Su Ye defeated the Purple Yun Immortal. The image of the hero in their hearts collapsed in an instant, and the fact that they were defeated by Su Ye's punch completely subverted their cognition.

The Purple Yun Immortal struggled to his feet, a pained expression on his face.

Su Ye's strength is far beyond his imagination, and the last time he competed, it seemed that this person was completely in this seat.

Sue also stood in the ring, gasping slightly.