On the ring, Ye Yiming stood opposite Wu Wei. Ye Yiming had no figure and a delicate face, but was not handsome. He was ordinary, just like his career in more than ten years, without any highlights. As an opponent, Wu Wei had three-dimensional facial features, hard face, and extraordinary heroic. In terms of appearance, Ye Yiming should be Wu Wei's stepping stone, and his family background was even more so.

The first two battles were not fierce, and there was no surprise. Zhang Mang and Tong Ji both won easily. Except for the four major families, people were looking forward to the last battle being more intense. Even if Ye Yiming could not win, let the battle be more intense...

Ye Yiming was not on the ring at this time. He was thinking about what kind of person his father, who passed away at the age of six, was. Now, even his face became extremely blurred.

"The competition begins!"

The sound was huge and clear, which scared away the thoughts in Ye Yiming's mind. A clear sword sound finally brought back his gaze to the south.

Wu Wei pointed at the long sword from afar, arrogant! He was flying in the air with white clothes, and at this moment he was the protagonist. Wu Wei had never taken the lead, but just held the sword flat and accumulated momentum. He had enough confidence and felt that victory only took three moves.

Ye Yiming's long sword intersected with Wu Wei's long sword. He saw his reflection on the smooth sword. His ordinary face also saw Wu Wei on the opposite side. His eyes were full of jokes and his lips were moving, which made no sound, but Ye Yiming understood.

"I want you to die!"

But this was shocked by Ye Yiming's heart. This kind of scene has appeared in his heart countless times. Since he has seen it many times, how can he mess up my mind?

With a long sword finger, a golden light appeared on the blade. Wu Wei was definitely not a person who had gained fame. Just in just one move, Ye Yiming was shocked and numb. In everyone's eyes, he would be defeated today, but he just escaped without hesitation, but he would end up miserably. But Ye Yiming knew that he could not defeat.

The light reflected on the long sword was as clear as autumn water. I don’t know if the old man washing clothes in the autumn water in the south of the city felt the chill. The blood carried by the long sword on the ring was a little hot. Ye Yiming looked at the blood dripping down his left arm and his eyes were sharp. He really wanted to die.

The moment ago, Wu Wei's long sword pointed directly at Ye Yiming's left heart, and without any deviation or hesitation, he would not give up until he reached the goal. Ye Yiming found that he seemed to have been defeated from the beginning, and the long sword that was about to penetrate the opponent's throat returned to defense, and smashed the sword with the opponent's fierce face, leaving a wound on his left arm. It was not deep, but the blood flowed out made his hands feel like they were burning.

Before, Ye Yiming had to turn his body slightly and the long sword did not need to be defended, and he would be injured in his left arm like he is now, but it might be heavier than it is now, so deep that it can see the bones? Then the long sword in his hand shines with golden light can be driven straight in, ruining Wuwei, and then he also crushed the picture of washing clothes in the autumn water in his mind before.

But that picture is so beautiful that Ye Yiming was afraid that after it was touched and crushed, he would have nothing, so the long sword came back.

At this time, Ye Yiming's mind was noisy. I don't know if Wu Wei was confident or had other means before. Changjian moved forward, his face was violent and crazy, like a gambler who was about to lose all his money.

Ye Yiming is not a gambler, so he has not gambled.

There was a voice in Ye Yiming's mind saying to kill him! A golden light appeared on the knife. At this time, he saw Wu Wei's hand holding the sword trembling slightly, and Ye Yiming also had a voice in his heart saying, kill him!

It was just because he was desperately pursuing an opportunity that reflected his incompetence and wanted to kill himself. As if his incompetence and cowardice were brought to him by himself, Ye Yiming's voice became louder and louder, accompanied by his heartbeat, which stimulated Ye Yiming like a war drum.

Seeing Ye Yiming's eyes flashing with scarlet light, black air spreading around him, through the black air, his scarlet eyes were like a demon god. Wu Wei couldn't help but fall back two steps, but after all, he felt that this was too embarrassing. He insisted on calming himself, and his long sword was horizontal in front of him, and he could attack and defend when he retreated, but his eyes were irresistible.

A steel-cast leg stepped out of the black air, and then a black steel monster walked out. Only the long sword with dark golden light in his hand proved that it was Ye Yiming. He was wearing black armor and only had holes in his pupils. His pupils seemed to be a ghost coming out of hell.

The sharp thorns on the knees and elbows of the black armor were shining with cold light. What was even more terrifying was that since the appearance of the black armor, the temperature around it had dropped a little. It was originally just a slightly cold season in early spring, but Wu Wei couldn't help but want to shivere.

At this time, Wu Wei gritted his teeth and rushed towards Ye Yiming with his black armor, and fought around Ye Yiming with his brilliant light body technique. Ye Yiming was like his external performance. Although his momentum was amazing, perhaps because the black armor was too heavy, or other reasons, his speed was slower after all.

For a moment, no one could do anything to each other. A group of ordinary people who watched the scene thought it was quite good.

Wu Wei on the field complained secretly that if he used heavy weapons, he might make achievements at this time. Although he was holding a long sword in his hand, he had no effect on the opponent's body every time the sword hit him. Instead, his hand was shocked and hurt. The sword he waved by the opponent forced him to spend a lot of his true energy to move and avoid.

At this time, Ye Yiming had only a simple opposite in his heart, kill him! He pursued his instinct, but the speed was slower, and the black armor defense was amazing, but it was not heavy. What was even more terrifying was that there was a rushing cold air. The voice in his heart was urging, and the simple instinct began to become a little anxious. Just when the anxious instinct was about to burn itself, the sound in his mind stopped killing him repeatedly, but changed into a tone.

"Leave it to me! Close your eyes and leave it to me. When you open your eyes, you can see his death!"

Instinct is struggling. It wants Wu Wei to die and watch Wu Wei to die, so it cannot close its eyes, but it cannot win at this time.

The sound in my mind was chattering like a spell. Finally, after wielding a knife, I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes first, and then opened my eyes to see...

Seeing Ye Yiming suddenly stopped, the red pupils were also closed. He said with a good chance, but he didn't want anything else. The sword blade was coming across and stabbed the terrifying pupils that had been closed at this time. The two of them fought, and they were very close to each other, stabbed into the head, but they could complete it with their swords. Wu Wei was already thinking about the wonderful sound of the sword entering the head. He was wondering how he would celebrate after victory?

The long sword has passed the hole in the black armor for the eyes, and Wu Wei's mouth has already brought the smile of the winner. Ye Yiming, who has lost his face, should be just a handful of loess after today!

Wu Wei looked at Ye Yiming's eyes seriously. No matter how moving it was, his eyes should be monetized, even if he had closed it. Naturally, he could not see Ye Yiming's left wrist trembling and sealing quickly. The tip of the sword had already cut his eyelids, and blood was soaked on the sword, as bright as spring flowers and as bright as Wu Wei's mood. But that's all. The sword did not pierce into his head, bringing blood that made Wu Wei crazy. Because the sword lost its target, Ye Yiming's figure was gone on the spot, and only the residual rune breath mocked Wu Wei's joy just now.

I could no longer think about it. Wu Wei forced his way, his blood and blood rushing down, and his throat became sweet. He wanted to swallow it in one go, but he finally sprayed it out, because a strong palm wind slapped his right shoulder. It was also luck that he had just moved. Otherwise, if this palm slapped on the back, his spine would probably be broken. Even if he didn't die, his cultivation would be exhausted.

He no longer cared about his graceful figure and rolled on the ground in a mess, trying to get up and get a distance from Ye Yiming before finding the follow-up. Before he could get up, a pair of scarlet eyes were already filled with his pupils, and blood filled. Ye Yiming's eyes seemed to have blood rushing out of his pupils, which was strange and terrifying, making Wu Wei temporarily lose his mind.

"Kill him...kill him...kill him..."

Ye Yiming's mind was in a mess and had lost the ability to think. Sometimes he felt that he was back in his mother's arms when he was young, sometimes on his father's shoulders, or just washed clean by his sister and rubbed his body gently. But why did there be a disgusting saying that killed him linger in his ears?

I didn't have time to think clearly, but I felt a sudden pain in my body, as if someone had smashed himself to the ground and smashed several bones.

The already messy pictures in front of me began to flow rapidly. These pictures seemed to belong to me, but for some reason they were so strange, but they couldn't catch them, and even began to forget who they were.

Finally, Ye Yiming saw a picture of an old woman washing clothes in the autumn water. The autumn water should be very cool. The picture is not as fleeting as others, as if it is a bit heavy and moving a little slowly.

Ye Yiming suddenly felt tears in his eyes. He wanted to grab the picture and see the old woman's face.

The pain became even more real at this time. He also remembered that the old woman was his mother. He wanted to open his eyes and go and take a look!

After all, he opened his eyes. He saw the old dean's hair dancing wildly, his face was furious, and pointed at a middle-aged man and said

"You are taking a step forward. I don't mind going to your Wu family. I really think that Li Zhen is so stupid!"

Ye Yiming only found out today that the old dean's name was Li Zhen. The pain in his body was heartbreaking, the bones on his right arm should have been broken, and the memory returned to his mind.

At this time, I should be playing against Wu Wei. I don’t know what happened to me just now, but I wanted to get up, but I found myself covered with heavy armor. When I recalled the sounds that had happened in my mind, a flash of light flashed in my eyes.

Putting away the black armor, Ye Yiming stood up with difficulty and stood quietly behind the old dean. Looking at the elders of the Wu family in front of him, although he didn't understand what had just happened, he thought that his broken right arm was thanks to him.

The middle-aged man snorted, but there was no follow-up. Although the four major families forced the old dean to retreat, the four major families tried hard together. Now, the Wu family is probably the only one who said that the old dean said, and he was turned upside down and could only do nothing.

"waste!"

The middle-aged man looked at Wu Wei who was still lying on the ground with a little disgusting eyes, and even had a wet pool of Wu Wei under his crotch. Now not only did he feel embarrassed, but the Wu family also lost a huge face. The more he looked, the more disappointed he became, and turned around and left without taking another look.

His departure naturally declared Ye Yiming's victory. There was no fun watching, and the onlookers began to disperse. The crowd was mixed with some insults at the middle-aged man who had just left the Wu family, which made him miss a stimulating scene of blood flying.

Ye Yiming didn't wait for the presiding report to the results. He wanted to heal his wounds, but when he turned around, he saw a white figure floating towards Wu Wei, who was despised by everyone, with pain in his eyes.

"Is Junior Sister Xiao Wei blind? A scum like Wu Wei is unyielding!" Tongxin squeezed through the crowd and came to Ye Yiming, wanting to reach out to support Ye Yiming, but he didn't dare to reach out. He happened to see Xiao Wei walking towards Wu Wei regardless of everything.

"Don't say that Xiao Wei, we don't know her suffering!" Ye Yiming said in enduring the pain.

"Not mentioning this, you were so handsome when you rode on Wu Wei's turtle grandson and wanted to punch that punch! It's a pity that he was interrupted by the old turtle!" Tong Xin might have thought of the scene just now and said excitedly.

"Oh...is it?"

"Your black armor is so handsome! Have you never seen you use it before?"

"Oh... I understand, you can save it until this critical moment to be a killer weapon, right?"

Childhood is still chattering, Ye Yiming has been away from the crowd and goes to his dormitory in the college, and his figure looks a little lonely...
Chapter completed!