Chapter 51 Are You Worthy of My Sword?

At this time, fighting had already begun on most of the arenas.

The power was overwhelming and extremely fierce.

There were hundreds or even thousands of people watching under almost every arena.

Lingyun Sect was almost empty, and all the disciples were here to watch the selection of the sect competition! Lingyun Sect's sect competition, also known as the battle of the top ten disciples! It will determine the ten most powerful disciples.

In the past, the sect would give extremely generous rewards.

And this year's rewards are even more precious. Becoming one of the top ten disciples will give you a chance! The opportunity to enter a powerful force! Only masters above the fifth level of the Tempering Body Realm can sign up for the sect competition.

There were a total of 160 participants.

The competition system is: 160 to 80, 80 to 40, and 40 to 20! Everyone who can enter the top 20 will experience three battles! At this time, the arena on the far east is different from other places.

There are many people watching here, hundreds of them.

Many of them were wearing black clothes, with a crescent silver moon embroidered on their left sleeves.

They were the people of the Silver Moon Hall.

They had a huge aura, standing there in a large group, full of murderous aura.

Many other disciples avoided in other directions.

There was a person standing on the ring.

It was Fan Zhengqing.

In the crowd below the stage, a middle-aged man was surrounded by many Silver Moon Hall masters.

He was calm and powerful, with a sense of maturity and ferocity.

Yan Hao, the head of the Silver Moon Hall! The referee on the ring looked up at the sky and said lightly: "There is still a quarter of an hour before the competition."

"If Ye Xinghe doesn't come within a quarter of an hour, he will be judged to have automatically admitted defeat and lose the qualification to compete."

According to the rules of Lingyun Sect, disciples who are late for something can wait for half an hour.

But this referee directly declared that if Ye Xinghe is late, he will be judged to lose directly.

Many people watching the stage were dissatisfied, but no one dared to express their opinions.

A tall, thin, horse-faced man next to Yan Hao shouted impatiently: "Why hasn't Ye Xinghe come yet?

Is he afraid to come?"

Someone next to him laughed and said: "Fan Zhengqing is a famous master, it is normal for Ye Xinghe not to dare to fight him."

They laughed and thought that Ye Xinghe didn't dare to come.

The three people next to Yan Hao were the loudest and the most clamorous.

Their words were full of disdain.

They were all senior disciples, but they never made a name for themselves, and they were full of jealousy towards Ye Xinghe.

At this moment, a faint voice came.

"Who said I, Ye Xinghe, didn't dare to come?"

It was plain, but it seemed to explode in everyone's ears.

Everyone's heart jumped, and a figure slowly walked over, wearing a green shirt, open and unrestrained.

Thin, but extremely tall.

Ye Xinghe! Arrived! Ye Xinghe's arrival caused a brief silence at the scene.

He slowly climbed the stairs and stood face to face with Fan Zhengqing, three feet apart! Ye Xinghe looked indifferent, and his eyes slowly swept over the people from Yinyue Hall below.

"Are these people from Yinyue Hall here too?

Are they here to avenge Han Honghua and the others?"

The people from Yinyue Hall looked at him, either mocking him loudly or provoking him loudly, and some even looked murderous.

Ye Xinghe shook his head and ignored him directly.

He looked at Fan Zhengqing opposite him: "Sure enough, someone is playing tricks and arranged me and Fan Zhengqing on the same stage."

Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen?

Ye Xinghe looked into the distance, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Ouyang Hongtu, I guess this is what you want to see, right?"

"Want to test the quality of Ye Xinghe?

Want to see my strength?"

"Okay!"

Ye Xinghe exhaled lightly.

Facing the bright morning sun rising in the east, the biting cold wind of late autumn, and the sparseness of all things, his heart was full of vitality and extremely hot! "The journey of slapping faces starts today!"

Fan Zhengqing stared at Ye Xinghe.

"My brother died under your sword that day, right?"

"Draw your sword! Let me see how powerful your swordsmanship is!"

Ye Xinghe looked at him and said six words lightly: "Are you worthy of my sword?"

Fan Zhengqing's face turned ashen in an instant, which was extremely ugly.

The people of Yinyue Hall below burst into a burst of angry curses and shouts.

"Ye Xinghe is really arrogant!"

"Fan Zhengqing, a master of the seventh level of the Tempering Body Realm, is not worthy of you to draw your sword?

Who do you think you are?"

"When Fan Zhengqing defeats you and steps on your face later, I hope you can say this!"

The people of Yinyue Hall next to Yan Hao shouted the loudest! Ye Xinghe's eyes slowly swept over them, indifferent.

He remembered the appearance of these people.

At this time, the time has come! The referee shouted coldly: "The competition begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear clang sound, and the long sword in Fan Zhengqing's hand had been unsheathed! The sword was four feet long, wide and thick, and it was a ghost-headed sword! It flashed a cold light in the sun! Judging from this, it weighed at least dozens of pounds! Fan Zhengqing stared at Ye Xinghe: "Ye Xinghe, I practice swordsmanship, and my soul is!"

He roared! Suddenly, a soul slowly appeared above his head.

It turned out to be a long sword soul! About four feet long, the whole body was deep and cold white.

And around the soul, there were four yellow lights flashing, a human-level fourth-grade soul! Fan Zhengqing had a proud smile on his face: "I am already a seventh-level master of the Tempering Body Realm. With one strike, I can exert 20,000 jin of force!"

"My long sword soul can double the power of this move. With one strike, I can exert 40,000 jin of force!"

"Now, am I not worthy of your sword?"

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly and slowly uttered two words: "Not worthy."

Fan Zhengqing was instantly furious and strode forward with great strength! Every step he took could create a crack on the bluestone ground! Then, he slashed fiercely with a sword! His sword technique was sharp and powerful. With one strike, the air flow swept through, and the surrounding air was driven, causing a sharp sound of breaking through the air! He slashed fiercely towards Ye Xinghe's head! The people in Yinyue Hall below were extremely excited and cheered.

"Fan Zhengqing, chop him with one knife!"

"Haha, how can a junior without even a soul stop Fan Zhengqing?"

"With a force of 40,000 jin, let alone a chop in half, I'm afraid he will be shattered to pieces!"

Facing this knife, Ye Xinghe's mouth drew a smile.

This knife came from the air, and Ye Xinghe did not dodge or retreat! He actually punched out fiercely! No fancy moves! The extremely powerful force surged out! The first level of the Dragon Elephant Battle Body Art was activated, with a full 50,000 jin of huge force! "Ye Xinghe is crazy!"

"This is a huge force of 40,000 jin! How dare he take it head-on?"

"Isn't this courting death?

Chop him into pieces with one knife!"

But the next moment, everyone widened their eyes and exclaimed in disbelief! "How is it possible!"

Boom! With a sound of metal and iron clashing as clear as a dragon's roar, Ye Xinghe's fist and the long knife collided fiercely!