The Imperial Palace had two battles, one wins and one loses, but the two who fought seemed to be injured both of them. They only had one game but only one game passed. In fact, it was tantamount to the wheel tactics. When they came again tomorrow, will the two still have the strength to fight again, and the people sent by the other side will be stronger, can they survive and can they survive?

Ye Yiming is not like these now. Now he is standing opposite a group of people in the martial arts academy. He now wants to destroy someone or kill someone.

"I suddenly wanted to kill someone. I wonder who you are here?"

Ye Yiming hung his swords casually on his legs, and his tone seemed to be just gossiping about homely things, without being arrogant or murderous, as if he was just inviting his friends to go to the mountain to see the scenery.

"Hehe... I just hurt a crane's tail, thinking we are all so soft?"

The long sword in Xiao Qing's hand pointed directly at Ye Yiming. There was still a drop of blood on the sword that was about to drop. This drop of blood was naturally easy, but he didn't.

"Then you are much stronger!"

It still didn't contain any emotions, but finally he turned his eyes on Xiao Qing and continued, "Why don't you try to stab your flying sword on me?"

"You will die!"

Xiao Qing shook off the blood drops on the sword and was about to take action, but was stopped by Jinlin.

"You have already fought one battle, let me do the last battle! If you say you want him to die, I will let him die!"

Jin Lin looked at Ye Yiming with a plain look, and looked at him with extreme contempt, as if he was looking at a sheep tied up with only one mouth left.

"If you come up, I won't have enough reason to kill you. It's better to come by the person named Xiao Qing. There is no psychological pressure to kill you!"

Ye Yiming pointed his sword in his right hand directly at Xiao Qing, and smiled, and his white teeth were a little dazzling in the sun.

Xiao Qing finally couldn't stand Ye Yiming's provocation. Regardless of Jin Lin's obstruction, he faced Ye Yiming with arrogance and cruelty in his eyes. He was shocked and thought about Ye Yiming's way of death.

In his opinion, Ye Yiming is just seeking death. Although he is not a well-known person in the martial arts academy, he is still a good person. How can he retreat in front of a guy who doesn't know that corner of the corner?

"Ye Yiming, please give me advice!"

"Hehe... die!"

Although Xiao Qing also pinched the Flying Sword Technique this time, he did not use the flexibility of the Flying Sword to attack like before. Instead, he held the sword in his hand and threw it out with all his strength. The sword technique and throwing power were as fast as lightning. Although the sword force was strong, after he was out of hand, the attack method became single.

Ye Yiming narrowed his eyes. He knew that it would not be so simple, such a rough attack method. Even when Wang Lun had no power to fight back, Xiao Qing did not use this attack method to judge the intention at a glance. So he was very cautious. The short sword in his right hand posed in a defensive posture, and his left hand was still hanging on his legs to support him at any time.

Sure enough, when the long sword was halfway through, the sword body began to tremble constantly, and the pointing of the sword tip continued to change. Ye Yiming's left hand finally half-lifted with the short sword, maintaining a state where he can attack and retreat or defend.

After a brief trembling, Xiao Qing's long sword seemed to have broken free from something. Mu Ran disappeared, and then suddenly flashed on the back of Ye Yiming's head, but it was only a short distance away, but at this moment there was a strange smile on the corner of Ye Yiming's mouth.

The long sword buzzed and pierced straight down, piercing in front of Ye Yiming standing.

There was no blood, but it just brought up a few leaves on the ground.

The Nine Palaces started, and his body skills were strange and unpredictable, and there was no trace to be found. Ye Yiming appeared on the right back of Xiao Qing and stabbed it out with a sword, neither fast nor slow. He knew that he would not be able to succeed so easily, so another sword slashed slanted.

Xiao Qing made a gesture with his left hand, and Qiu Shui's long sword pierced from the ground, hitting the sword that was slashed by the slanting. What was even more surprising was that his right hand drew a long sword from his waist, intersecting with Ye Yiming's short sword, and then retreated gracefully.

In the flames of calcium carbide, Xiao Qing came out of the sword, blocked it and then opened the distance, flowing clouds and water, and the exquisite sword skills were evident.

Ye Yiming was also surprised. His surprise attack was without any warning. It was normal to be blocked, but if he was blocked without any trace, he needed to re-evaluate the opponent's strength.

Before he could think more, Xiao Qing, who had just landed, had already ravaged his body. With the flying sword and a soft sword in his hand, Ye Yiming fought and retreated. Although it seemed to be evenly matched for the time being, this result was not what he wanted, and he could not reveal that he had already broken through the acquired world. With his first entry into the acquired world, then the three discussions would be his bone burial place.

He wants to win, win cleanly, give Wang Lun confidence and make himself happy.

Now he needs to use the power to transcend the present, and not to cross that line, making people discover it.

Ye Yiming's every move was increasing the intensity and speed, and he looked at the golden scales outside the field with a faint look, because he was about to break through the acquired day.

With one sword and one step, Ye Yiming looked at Jinlin's eyes from contempt to plainness, then solemnly and then shocked again.

Yes! It was this look and expression. Ye Yiming had been waiting for a long time, with the double swords dancing, his toes on Xiao Qingrou's sword, and he opened a distance that was neither long nor short. The Nine Palaces of the Tripod stepped out, the two swords were one in front and one behind, and one sword split the flying sword, and the other sword pierced Xiao Qing's left hand.

Ye Yiming's explosion was beyond Xiao Qing's expectations. Although he could have felt that Ye Yiming's sword had become heavier, he maintained a situation of equal strength, or that everything was still under his control. The change in the sword's power was just an attempt to make him have flaws or break this balance in order to change moves, but he never thought that everything was done by Ye Yiming.

So when Ye Yiming suddenly showed a violent attack, he could not respond in time. In a hurry, Xiao Qing bit the tip of his tongue heavily in order to divert the pain of being penetrated by his palms and let Ye Yiming find more opportunities to give him a devastating blow.

The short sword was pierced in Xiao Qing's hand like a maggot, neither moving forward nor pulling it out. The left hand was injured and he could not pinch the trick at this time. The flying sword could not be used, so there was only a soft sword fighting Ye Yiming's short sword.

Although the soft sword is much longer than the short sword and it is said to have a great advantage in such close-fitting struggles, the short sword is flexible and swift, and at this time it has left several deep and shallow wounds on Xiao Qing's body.

"ah...!"

With a sharp shout, a white light burst out on Xiao Qing's soft sword, and then it turned into softness.

Ye Yiming was careless and his left shoulder was penetrated by, and under severe pain, he had to pull out the sword from Xiao Qing's left hand to open the distance.

"Can your hand still be lifted now? Hehe...I want to cut down your right hand and make it into a specimen. The only price to hurt me is to compensate with your worthless life..."

Xiao Qing shook off the blood on the sword, just like Wang Lun's blood before.

"Have you misunderstood something?"

Ye Yiming returned to the scabbard with his left hand and held a sword in his right hand and a sword in the air. Although it was not very exquisite, it was much better than the left hand.

"With such a rough sword technique, what can you beat me!"

The soft sword was originally caused by its strange disguised appearance and entanglement, which hurt people at a very tricky angle. However, Xiao Qing used the grand style of the battle sword and the strange and viciousness of the soft sword. The two completely different sword techniques made him feel perfect and free, which caused quite a lot of trouble to Ye Yiming for a moment.

It took only a short time to buy a short sword. I have been accompanying a long sword for more than ten years. In fact, Ye Yiming's sword technique can be said to be very immature.

Xiao Qing was so skillful that he couldn't help but burst out with more powerful power. Moreover, Xiao Qing seemed to have finally adapted to the pain in her left hand and had already started to pinch her fingers. The Qiushui sword inserted on the ground was a little ready to move.

Perhaps he was a little anxious because of the upcoming front and back attacks. The short sword in his hand couldn't help but use a sword technique. Although it was much shorter, his skillful technique finally got rid of the predicament.

"I want to thank you!"

Ye Yiming's single sword with one hand, the short sword that should have been agile and light, became wide open and closed for a moment. He turned around and knocked open the flying sword that was trying to complete the sneak attack, and then used the hilt of the sword to defend Xiao Qing. The short sword swept across, forcing Xiao Qing to defend. In the light of the battery stone, he made a mistake. The Nine Palaces' steps once again staggered the flying sword that was rising into the air, and the short sword pierced directly into Xiao Qing's left arm.

A scream resounded through the ruins. This time, Ye Yiming would not give Xiao Qing any chance to take action. He didn't reach the hilt of the sword. The huge pain, let alone pinching the gesture, could not even make more movements in the sword with his right hand.

It’s now! Taking advantage of his distracted pain, he pulled out his sword and directly stroked his neck to relieve his irritation.

But in the end, it was not successful. Just when Ye Yiming was about to take action, he frowned and pulled out the short sword, not cutting open his neck, but just swung a sword that was randomly shot out due to the pain.

Turning around, stepping on his stomach.

Looking at Xiao Qing, who was curled up on the ground like a shrimp, for some reason, Ye Yiming's resentment became more and more serious and he was a little unable to control himself.

I didn't expect that Xiao Qing was lying on the ground and injured Ye Yiming's left arm with a sword when he turned around.

It was like Mars falling into a pile of firewood, instantly detonating the anger in Ye Yiming's heart, throwing the short sword as a flying knife, and stabbing it into Xiao Qing's thigh. Another scream was a bit cunning. However, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Ye Yiming's mouth. After all, the sound transmission in his ear just now worked, and he did not kill anyone. He just broke Xiao Qing's right hand with one sword, and then dragged the man who was like a dead dog to draw a circle in the broken archway of the Imperial Palace, bloody and cruel, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

Pull out the short sword inserted in Xiao Qing's left leg, and he planned to pierce the same hole in the same position as his right leg, and symmetry is always beautiful.

"But still remember who I am?!"

A sharp cry exploded in Ye Yiming's ears. Just like the previous voice transmission, it was the voice transmission of the crazy Taoist.

The red light in his eyes faded a little, and he looked at the short sword dripping with blood in his hand and was a little dazed.

Xiao Qing on the ground had fainted. Because of the pain and humiliation, Ye Yiming wanted to help Xiao Qing up, but was stared back by the people of the martial arts academy who came to help, his eyes full of hatred.

Some people returned to the side of the crazy man in a slap, like a child doing something wrong.

The crazy Taoist looked at the boy in front of him, and there was exploration in his eyes. He happened to see the red in Ye Yiming's eyes. It was not the bloodshot caused by pain or other emotions, but a strange red, although it was very light.

A palm slapped Ye Yiming's back of his head, without any damage, and a cold feeling entered the back of his head.

All the red eyes were gone, leaving a few bloodshots. Ye Yiming took a heavy breath and stared at his hands in a daze.

"Would you like to tell me?"

The crazy Taoist asked.

"Students are naturally willing!"

Ye Yiming finally came out of his emotions. He hoped that someone could solve his doubts about Black Armor, and the Crazy Taoist was a choice.

"Ye Yiming! You will die tomorrow! Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

Xiao Qing's left arm was broken with shoulders. With his cultivation level, he naturally could not be reborn with a broken arm. Neither the family nor the academy would spend resources to add a broken arm for him for someone like him. He has always had a good relationship with Xiao Qing, and he is much stronger than Xiao Qing. If he was on the court today, he thought it would be easy to win, but unfortunately he did not stop Xiao Qing.

Originally, when Ye Yiming inserted the sword into Xiao Qing's thigh, he wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to see the mad Taoist gaze. When Xiao Qing humiliated Wang Lun, the people in the Taoist temple did not stop it.

"I want to do everything you did to Xiao Qing today on you..."

"good!"

Ye Yiming responded, but said nothing more. He crossed the collapsed wall of the cathedral and saw a girl in a green shirt roaring, fresh and elegant.
Chapter completed!