Chu Xuelan and several companions were completely shocked by the scene in front of them!
The mont they heard Su Yun's voice just now, they thought it was an illusion caused by their grief and indignation.
The facts in front of them told them that Su Yun did not fall, and even a stronger aura broke out!
"how is this possible?"
"He didn't even die?"
"This"
The dozen or so inner door elders in the spectator stand were all stunned!
The dozens of top Tianjiao nearby also twitched their eyes, and their hearts were shaken!
Such a scene is completely unimaginable to them.
They really didn't understand how Su Yun withstood Ye Junhong's crazy offensive and defended himself.
Now, this outer disciple of the seventh floor of the Fate Realm still has the power to shoot?
"Ye Junhong, take a sword!"
In the exclamation of the audience, Su Yun raised his right hand without hesitation, and slowly cut it towards Ye Junhong.
This ti the shot seed unusually slow, but from the mont he waved his arm, the sky over the peak of the sword changed suddenly!
Boom... boom boom!
A dull roar resounded through the void, and a purple sword glow slowly flew out of his palm.
The light of the whole body rose, turned into a thick purple cloud layer, and rolled out to the other side!
"hiss!"
"what is that?"
"That seems to be... sword intent!"
"what?"
"how is this possible?"
The audience exclaid in shock, everyone was shocked!
Su Yun was obviously just a sword light, but why did it turn into a huge cloud in a blink of an eye?
His shot seed extrely slow, why did that purple sword cloud fill the void in an instant?
"Hi! What is this?"
Ye Junhong's eyes shrank sharply, his heart stunned!
Su Yun's sword caused him to fall into a certain terrible pressure, and his whole body stood upright, as if locked in by a will of death!
Rumble!
The purple sword cloud passed in the air, locking Ye Junhong first, the breath of death beca clearer and stronger!
"Damn it!" Ye Junhong trembled, and realized that he had underestimated Su Yun.
"solid!"
He closed his palms together, and his golden spiritual power surged crazily, forming a barrier of hundreds of feet high in front of him.
It looks like a huge mountain, exuding an aweso golden light of blood!
Facing his various actions, Su Yun remained unmoved.
His right arm was still slowly cutting out, completely unaffected by the opponent's reaction.
"This...what exactly is this?"
"He has only been in the sect for more than a month, has he practiced secret techniques?"
"What's a joke? He didn't even get promoted in the inner sect. How can he be qualified to practice secret techniques!"
"Then... Then what kind of swordsmanship is he using now?"
The inner door elders in the spectator stand looked at each other, guessing.
But no one could see the source of his practice, and he was shocked.
Rumble!
The purple sword cloud enveloped the void, as if a giant chaotic beast swooped down at the blood golden giant wall erected in front of Ye Junhong!
Boom... boom... boom boom!
Ziyun's speed seed unsatisfactory, but he had an indomitable montum.
Accompanied by bursts of violent roar, that blood golden wall was torn layer by layer!
Hiss hiss!
The martial artist in the audience sucked in cold air, and their faces were shocked and horrified.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the purple sword cloud suddenly began to shrink and roll back!
"Ok?"
"what happened?"
"The purple sword cloud is going to disappear?"
"Su Yun's attack, the follow-up is weak?"
The warriors in the audience were surprised and speculated.
"Hiss!" Ye Junhong's heart trembled, not happy but shocked!
Purple Jianyun had clearly tore through his defensive barrier. At this ti, he should have been chasing after victory, so he shouldn't collapse.
"No! Sothing weird!"
Ye Junhong's face sank, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.
The palms closed at once, and they struck each other suddenly in front of them.
Boom... boom!
The golden spiritual power of billowing blood suddenly flashed in front of him, as if two mountain peaks were rolling towards the shrinking purple sword cloud.
But the purple sword cloud accelerated to shrink and disappeared at an alarming speed!
"Huh? Where did it go!"
Ye Junhong was shocked!
The warriors all were surprised.
At this mont, they suddenly discovered that a purple giant sword suddenly appeared above Ye Junhong!
Hiss hiss!
"Oh my God!"
"how is this possible?"
"What kind of exercise is this?"
"Maybe it is so kind of powerful magic weapon?"
The audience exclaid more and more, everyone had never seen such a weird number of exercises, but thought it was a certain heavy treasure offered by Su Yun.
The exclamation has not yet settled, and the purple giant sword is cut down in the air with the violent sword intent!
"dream!"
Ye Junhong's face changed drastically, and he roared furiously!
The talented purple sword cloud made him feel uneasy and gave him a breath of death.
The purple giant sword in front of him made him feel that all his thoughts were destroyed and he could not escape to death!
With a deep horror, he pointed at the center of his eyebrows, billowing blood and golden aura soaring wildly, instantly drowning him!
Wow!
The audience exclaid in an uproar!
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Junhong seed to beco a huge blood cocoon floating in the void, welcoming the attack of that purple giant sword.
"cut!"
Su Yun shouted angrily, and the purple giant sword chopped down!
Boom!
Damn it!
The violent roar was mixed with a harsh cracking sound, and the blood cocoon ford by Ye Junhong split a gap in an instant.
"Damn it! No...ah!"
Rumble!
The purple giant sword speeded up suddenly, cut into the blood cocoon that had not collapsed, and then Ye Junhong's terrified and uneasy roar ca out.
Boom... boom!
The purple giant sword slashed madly past, and the powerful Yuwei slashed into an unmanned giant mountain in front, causing a wave of unsteady movents.
The blood cocoon was completely disintegrated, and a figure fell from the mid-air, and fell heavily on the edge of the sword test platform. It was Ye Junhong himself!
At this mont, his robes were tattered and stained with blood, and he looked extrely embarrassed, without the deanor of a top talent.
Quiet!
There was a dead silence, and only a series of nervous gasps could be heard!
Huh huh!
More than a dozen Inner Sect elders all got up and looked at the sword test stand with shocked faces!
Wow!
More than a dozen top Tianjiao's bodies trembled, watching this scene incredible!
After a mont of silence, soone finally made a sound.
"Ye... Ye Tianjiao... lost?"
Wow!
These words sounded like a stone thrown into the silent lake, which imdiately detonated the audience!
"Gosh!"
"how is this possible?"
"How could this result?"
"Impossible, no, it is impossible for Senior Brother Ye to lose to an outsider!"
"False, it must be false!"
The audience shouted wildly, so people were shocked by Ye Tianjiao's defeat, and more people couldn't believe the scene before them.
Ye Junhong's followers clamored frantically, denying the facts at hand.
But no matter how they deny it, they can't change the situation on the test bench.
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