The power of the desolate sword was unstoppable, and several figures fell slumped. Ding Xiaoyi punched several Jiange disciples with strong punches. He put away his sword and stood in the battle platform.
He was furious and full of fighting spirit, and the expressions of the disciples who had fallen to the ground changed, and blood surged from their chests.
They looked at the angry young man with undisguised horror in their eyes. There are no rules for the top eighty to advance to the top forty.
The only way to end is to admit defeat. Those figures did not admit defeat, so they were not considered defeated. It's just because Ding Xiaoyi's power has exceeded their expectations.
They looked at the ancient sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand that exuded a desolate atmosphere with fear in their eyes.
"Ye Heng, are these shrimp soldiers and crab generals worthy of it?" Ding Xiaoyi raised the ancient sword in his hand and pointed at several figures that were knocked down by him, and then said to Ye Heng disdainfully.
As for Ding Xiaoyi easily knocking down several disciples, Ye Heng's face did not show any surprise, and the cold light in his eyes flickered.
"Junior brother Ding is indeed the king of a hundred battles. He defeated them in just one move. However, this promotion battle is not simply about defeating them unless they voluntarily admit defeat." Ye Heng's lips curled up. Yang showed an evil smile.
But his words made everyone's hearts tremble. Ye Heng planned to drag Ding Xiaoyi to death with all his strength. Unless Ding Xiaoyi beats them completely to the ground, the kind that means they have no ability to resist.
Or maybe Ding Xiaoyi killed them all so that they had no ability to resist.
No matter which ending it is, it will not be of any benefit to Ding Xiaoyi. Although there is no explicit rule in the sword competition that one can kill fellow disciples, there has never been any harm to an opponent until now.
If Ding Xiaoyi sets this precedent, then he will become the target of public criticism. And his battle for the sword head will become even more difficult.
This was also one of Ye Heng's schemes. He determined that Ding Xiaoyi could not ignore the attitude of Jiange's senior officials. Thinking of this, the eyes of the seventy-nine players remaining on the sword discussion stage lit up.
They all secretly guessed what Ding Xiaoyi would do next. Even Jian Wuchen frowned. Ye Heng's move could be said to be very clever.
"Hahahaha", after Ding Xiaoyi heard Ye Heng's words, he raised his head and laughed wildly. In his heart, any kind of friendship is bullshit.
Ye Heng's move was all he had left. Since Ye Heng wants to play with him, then Ye Heng should bear the consequences of playing with fire.
"Why is Junior Brother Ding laughing? Did I say something wrong again, Senior Brother?" Ye Heng asked Ding Xiaoyi again with his warm smile.
"Ye Heng, you are playing tricks with me. You are still far behind. Not to mention just a few soldiers and generals. Even if more than forty of your disciples come together, I don't care." Ding Xiaoyi raised his arrogant gaze and said from One by one, Ye Heng and others passed by.
After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's arrogant and stern words, everyone couldn't help but feel tense again. Ding Xiaoyi's domineering spirit is unparalleled, he is like the Lingtian God of War.
There was no hesitation or hesitation in his eyes, just like the unparalleled wild sword in his hand.
The aura of desolation spread out from the desolate sword, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed by it.
"Junior brother Ding, are you sure you want to do this?" Ye Heng's eyes flashed coldly, and he asked Ding Xiaoyi coldly.
"You made it to the first grade, can't I make it to the fifteenth grade? If you have the guts, let them keep coming." Ding Xiaoyi pointed at the several contestants who were knocked away by his punch with the ancient sword in his hand.
After seeing Ding Xiaoyi's unscrupulous and domineering figure, the faces of the defeated disciples changed slightly.
They were really afraid that Ding Xiaoyi would kill them in a rage. There was no explicit rule in the sword competition that they could not kill their opponents, but they felt an aura from Ding Xiaoyi's body that was like a ferocious beast from ancient times.
This ferocious beast's aura made their hearts tremble, causing their whole bodies to tremble uncontrollably. No one dared to step forward, and the sword intent around Ding Xiaoyi swept up like a tide.
The sword intent was like the surge of a huge wave, making people feel frightened to the core. No one wants to be the first person anymore, they are really scared.
"I have to admire your courage and eloquence, but do you think you can intimidate all opponents with just a few words of yours? Junior Brother Ding, you are still too young." As soon as Ye Heng finished speaking, several more people became even more imposing. The strong man walked out.
Their faces were cold and indifferent, and their cultivation aura was rising again and again. Ding Xiaoyi felt a dangerous aura from these Jiange disciples.
He also felt a few familiar auras from these Jiange disciples. Blood evil and murderous intent are mixed together, and sword intent and bloodlust are mixed together. They are symbols of the death scythe.
"Hiss..." After Jian Wuchen saw these figures, he took a breath of air. He did not expect that Ye Heng would find several sword slaves.
The Sword Slave in the Sword Pavilion is an open secret, and since it is a secret, it will not be revealed easily. But Ye Heng took them directly to the sword competition and hid them in his own camp.
"It's really them," Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but thought to himself. He naturally knew the identities of these four figures.
They have a very special name in Jiange. They are called sword slaves by the disciples of Jiange. Sword slaves handle some shady matters for Jiange. Their identities are very hidden and no one knows their true identities.
There may be sword slaves in every sword peak, but even the ordinary brothers will not know their true identities.
The Sword Slave is usually inconspicuous, but when there is a mission, the value of the Sword Slave is revealed.
Jingfeng Jianyue was also one of the sword slaves. They were hunted down by the sword pavilion because they offended Ye Heng.
And those who are chasing them are naturally the sword slaves. They have no emotions of their own, only endless killing.
They are killing machines, and they only obey orders from the Ye family of Jiange. It should be said that he was taking orders from the headmaster of Jiange.
As the great-grandson of the headmaster, Ye Heng is naturally favored by the headmaster, and Ye Heng can also mobilize the sword slaves at will.
Others may not know the true identities of these four figures. But Ding Xiaoyi knew it, and Jian Wuchen also knew it.
Sword slaves are strong men who combine the skills of the seven sword peaks in the sword pavilion. They usually practice in one sword peak.
Once a task appears, they will disappear for a period of time. Some will return to Jiange, while others will disappear.
The missing sword slave disappeared forever, as if he had never been in this world.
"Junior brother Ding, I hope you can retreat when faced with difficulties. After all, senior brother, I don't want to see my fellow disciples commit suicide." Ye Heng's voice rang in everyone's ears.
Ye Heng's words were naturally addressed to those disciples who did not know the truth, and his words were also approved by many disciples.
Yu Linglong and the dozen female disciples behind her watched the four majestic figures slowly walking towards Ding Xiaoyi.
After they heard Ye Heng's words, they couldn't help but their beautiful eyes shone with brilliant light. They also had a favorable impression of Senior Brother Ye who was as gentle as jade.
How could Yu Linglong feel that Ding Xiaoyi was the guy who escaped that night? Perhaps this was Ye Heng's real conspiracy. Jian Wuchen and Yun Wangchuan looked at each other, with bitter smiles on their faces.
They had already guessed the identities of the four disciples with powerful sword intent. As for how Ding Xiaoyi was going to break the situation, a faint uneasiness arose in their hearts.
"Ye Heng, this is your trump card, right?" Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows and said to Ye Heng.
"What, do Junior Brother Ding have any ideas?" Ye Heng's eyes flashed with coldness, but he still had a warm jade-like smile on his face. His external image would indeed deceive many disciples.
"What I want to say is that you have disappointed me so much. These disciples are just a little bit better than the soldiers and generals." Ding Xiaoyi shook his head and replied to Ding Heng.
The sword intent around him condensed, and the roaring sword intent was undisguised. He took a big step, and the ancient power in his body roared like a volcano erupting.
"It's been a long time since I've used my old sword skills." Ding Xiaoyi looked at the four sword slaves walking slowly with their sword intent concentrated on them.
They stood at four different positions of Ding Xiaoyi, blocking all his escape routes.
The four directions locked Ding Xiaoyi, and they slowly drew out the long swords in their hands, and violent sword intent surged up.
