Chapter 1441 What Is a King-Level Artifact?

Everyone activated the divine power and took the ball.

The ball in Ye Xinghe's hand had a three-character word written on it.

He raised his head and looked around, and saw that the young man in white robe next to Su Liusheng was holding the same ball.

The young man in white robe saw Ye Xinghe's number and said excitedly: "Brother Su, I have the same number as the one surnamed Ye!"

"In this match, see how I chop off his head!"

Everyone laughed wantonly, how arrogant?

Chengye acted as if he didn't hear it, and shouted loudly: "Those with the same number, come on stage to fight!"

A man and a woman walked out of the crowd, they were Su Liu and Yu Qingwan.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qingwan decisively bowed: "I admit defeat!"

Su Liu sneered: "Waste! I don't even dare to fight!"

After that, he turned around and walked back to the crowd, closing his eyes to rest.

Yu Qingwan returned to the two of them and shook her head helplessly.

After a few words of comfort, Ye Xinghe once again cast his eyes on the fighting field.

The second round of the competition just ended.

After the two Taishangs left, Chengye said again: "Those who are No. 3, come on stage to fight!"

"It's finally my turn!"

The young man in white robe couldn't wait and jumped onto the fighting stage.

Then, he turned his eyes and fell on Ye Xinghe, hooked his hand and chuckled: "Little waste, roll up and die!"

Everyone was shocked and shook their heads and sighed.

"Ye Xinghe actually met Zhu Mo, what bad luck!"

"Everyone knows that Zhu Mo is cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, and his methods are extremely cruel!"

"Any disciple who falls into his hands will have a whole body?"

After hearing this, Ye Xinghe showed no fear, but showed a playful smile.

He walked slowly onto the fighting stage and bowed slightly: "Please teach me!"

Zhu Mo flipped his palm and two swords fell into his hands.

The sword was about three feet long, red all over, and seemed to have spots of rust.

When the divine power was activated, a red light gradually lit up.

A fierce murderous aura came to his face! Everyone in the audience exclaimed, their faces full of fear! Zhu Mo smiled proudly: "My two swords are called Gold Devouring Blades, and they are lower-grade king-level artifacts!"

"You are lucky to die under my swords!"

Ye Xinghe sneered: "A broken lower-grade king-level artifact is worthy of your showing off?"

"Look carefully, what is a king-level artifact!"

He flipped his palm, and a golden light suddenly lit up! The clear sound of the sword resounded through the sky! Ye Xinghe raised his hand and reached into the golden light, struggling to pull out the Tianguang Chengying Sword.

A shocking sword force suddenly rose! The smile on Zhu Mo's face froze in an instant, and he was horrified! "Sword with spirit?

How is that possible!"

Ye Xinghe smiled coldly: "Now, I'll give you a chance to choose."

"Give up, or die!"

Zhu Mo frowned suddenly and said angrily: "You want to scare me with just a sword with spirit?"

"Wait until I kill you, and your sword will belong to me!"

Ye Xinghe snorted coldly: "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

He jumped up and stabbed with a sword! Ye Xinghe shouted and stabbed with a sword! Tianguang Chengying Sword Magical Power: Shadow Transformation! On the blade, golden light shone, turning into thousands of sword shadows, slashing towards Zhu Mo's chest! Zhu Mo's eyes widened, horrified! The spiritual king-level artifact is so terrifying! He can't block this move! His body trembled constantly, and he screamed in despair: "Even if I die, I will drag you to death with me!"

"Red Sun Mysterious Earth True Fire, burn everything in the world!"

"Take my move, Burning Heaven and Earth Soul-Breaking Sword!"

The divine power in Zhu Mo's body was all merged into the sword, and he slashed it fiercely! The red sword light whistled and hit the golden sword shadows in the sky, and exploded! However, the sword shadows were all over the sky, as if endless! When the red sword light exploded, the sword shadow passed through the scattered energy and shot directly into Zhu Mo's chest! Puff! The sword shadow passed through his chest, splashing blood rain all over the sky, and fell down! Zhu Mo's body fell heavily to the ground, but he was unwilling to die with his eyes wide open! Ye Xinghe calmly put away his sword, turned around and walked down the arena.

Everyone was shocked. Seeing Ye Xinghe coming, they avoided him as if they saw a ghost! On the bench, Xiao Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This kid is stronger than I thought!"

"Perhaps, handing the future of the Red Thunder League to him is the right choice!"

Chengye also nodded and smiled, with approval in his eyes, and announced loudly: "In the third round of competition, Ye Xinghe wins!"

Su Liu's eyes were more angry, clenched his fists, and shouted angrily: "Ye, you deserve to die!"

"I don't believe it, I can't draw you in the next round!"

Ye Xinghe chuckled: "I hope so!"

Chengye threw the ball again and it was suspended in the air.

This time, there are only five balls, and one person must be a bye.

The five people took the balls and looked down.

Ye Xinghe held the number four ball in his hand and looked around.

Only the ball in Yu Qingwan's hand had a word "four" written on it.

She smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Junior Brother Ye, what a coincidence!"

"Anyway, I have no chance to become an intermediate elder, so why not take this opportunity to lend you a helping hand!"

After that, Yu Qingwan cupped her hands and said loudly: "I admit defeat!"

Chengye was slightly surprised, and then nodded and said: "Yu Qingwan admits defeat, the byes for this round are Ye Xinghe and Su Liu!"

"The remaining two of you, fight quickly!"

"Yes!"

The remaining two disciples jumped onto the arena together.

One of the disciples was Su Liu's subordinate, wearing a purple robe and a defiant face.

He looked at the black-robed disciple in front of him with cold eyes, and said disdainfully: "Are you going to admit defeat yourself, or am I going to knock you down?"

The black-robed disciple chuckled and said: "Do you really think you're going to win?"

His body shook, and a majestic momentum suddenly rose! The momentum continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the seventh floor of the Sea of ​​Gods! "What?"

The purple-robed disciple was shocked and exclaimed: "Zhao He, you actually hid your strength!"

Zhao He laughed: "Warfare is the way of deception!"

"If I hadn't been dormant for many years, how could I have the opportunity to reach the top today!"

"You, accept your fate!"

He made seals with both hands, and a bright golden light shone on his body! The golden light rose and turned into a golden ancient Buddha. He put his palms together and chanted loudly! The golden Buddhas condensed into a cage, covering the purple-robed youth! Zhao He shouted, and the ancient Buddha blasted out a palm! The palm force did not arrive, but the palm wind arrived first, blowing everyone to the ground! The purple-robed youth was shocked and exclaimed: "I admit defeat!"

As soon as the word "lose" came out, the purple-robed youth knelt down dejectedly, no longer wanting to fight! The Buddhas in front of him gradually dissipated and gradually returned to calm.

The whole square was suddenly silent! After a long silence, a few people started to whisper.

"What's going on?

Why did he suddenly admit defeat when the two of them didn't move?"

"I don't understand it either, it's so strange!"

Ye Xinghe frowned and stared at Zhao He's eyes.

A red light flashed quietly in his black eyes.

"So that's it."

Ye Xinghe smiled lightly, already knowing how Zhao He won.

Now, there are only three disciples left on the field.