A fierce-looking man walked out from the side. There was a scar on the left side of his face, and the hem of his captain, Haori, was jagged. Her long hair was tied into a small bundle, and each bundle had a small bell that could sense spiritual power. A man with a blindfold over his right eye. On his shoulder was a little girl with pink shoulder-length hair, black eyes, and a flushed face. "That's great. I can feel your powerful threat.”"Ah 'Jian, really? No matter how you look at it, it looks like a human.”The little girl instantly used Instant Steps to leap over. Ye Chen took a step back and caught her. In the eyes of Nokomi and Ayosekawa Yuki, she had suddenly thrown herself into Ye Chen's arms.
"Little girl, don't be so naughty.”Ye Chen said to the little girl with a smile. "Eight Thousand Streams isn't small." She tilted the corner of her mouth and turned her head to another place. Wooden Sword Eight saw the step he took back, and it was as if everything had been calculated to catch Eight Thousand Streams. The corners of his mouth curled up even higher.
"You're very strong. You're even stronger than the opponents I've met before.”It was as if the eight wills of the wooden sword were pointing at something. Ye Chen knew who he was talking about. "Why, do you Death Gods want me to stay so badly? I just want to save people. I don't want to be a busybody.”| "That won't do. I've never met such a powerful human before. We can't fight every day in the Tranquil Court.”After saying that, the spiritual pressure on his body could not help but expand. The unstoppable fighting spirit wantonly squandered. He took off his blindfold. Then, golden spiritual pressure soared into the sky. "We have to fight."
At the same time, in the Tranquil Court. Within the team. Yamamoto Genyanagi felt the spiritual pressure of Gengmu Sword Hachi in the distance. He narrowed his eyes. Mao Zhi Hua Lie, who was in the fourth division, felt it and looked in the direction of Wood Sword Eight. Then, he sighed. She picked up her tea and drank it.
"The captain of the Eleventh Division, Gengmu Shanba, challenges you.”Ye Chen sighed." I'm the successor of the Flying Sword Style. Ye Chen accepts your challenge."”Ye Chen had his own plans in his heart. As long as he didn't use too much force, it wouldn't be a big deal. Then, he put down the Eight Thousand Streams and went to that bald big brother.”"Then let's begin." Sword8 swung the sword in his hand and slashed forward. " Flying Sword Style, Dragon Boring Flash." A saber fell from the sky, and a huge bloody wound appeared on Sword8's chest. However, he still laughed wildly. It was this feeling that made him feel like he would die if he went deeper.”"Do you still not understand the gap between you and me?”Ye Chen said to Sword8. "I don't understand the difference. The winner lives, the loser dies." All the spiritual pressure of the Eighth Sword pierced through all the meridians in his body. "Don't even think about escaping." At this moment, Sword8 held his sword with both hands. Ye Chen looked at Sword8, and his expression changed slightly. He had become stronger again. Yes, it was. Wooden Sword Eight had become even more powerful than before. He felt the aura of death. It was no longer normal. The spiritual pressure became even more violent. "Alright then. Since you're so persistent, I'll use the ultimate secret of the Flying Sword Style to pay you my highest respect.”Then, Ye Chen inserted the sword into the hilt. Bow Ren and Striped Eyes didn't understand what he was trying to do. Gengmu Sword Eight was about to speak. He felt an even stronger aura. The smile on his face grew wider.
Ye Chen inserted his sword into the hilt and released spiritual pressure. He held the hilt and began to use the Sword Drawing Technique. The two of them were about to make a decisive blow at this moment. Both of them rushed towards each other. The wooden sword chopped down. Ye Chen's saber drawing technique became even faster. It blocked Sword Eight's attack. The moment Sword8 raised his hands to prepare for the second attack. The surrounding airflow created a vacuum and sucked him in. Ye Chen used the spinning ultracentric force to launch a second attack. It directly sliced through Sword8's chest. The straight -shaped wound had even more HP. Sword8 could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground. "You still have more potential that you haven't used yet. When you reach the peak of your potential, we'll compete again.”Then, Ye Chen put the sword back at his waist. He left without looking back.
Nozomi and Yomi saw their captain and shouted unwillingly,"Captain, are you okay?"”Only Eight Thousand Streams shouted happily at Ye Chen's back. "Ah Ye. Thank you. Ah Jian is very happy."
The spiritual pressure of this battle had attracted the attention of many people from the Tranquil Court. Many people were shocked that even Captain Mu had been defeated. It was as if he would die at any moment. Mao Zhihua Lie couldn't sit still and left the fourth division. He quickly rushed to where Mu Jianba was. This was because the spiritual pressure of Wood Sword Eight was very weak. And it was getting weaker and weaker. It was as if he would die at any moment.
At this moment, the entire Jingling Court was busy. The spiritual pressure of wood could be felt everywhere. Lan Zan, the good guy, raised his glasses when he felt Ye Chen's spiritual pressure. City Maruyin laughed heartlessly at the back,"Lord Ye Chen is really scary." In less than 15 minutes, he had been separated. That monster is still more wooden." After the captain of the team, Yuan Liuzhai, felt it. He called his vice-captain over. He went out to check on the situation.
This battle shocked the entire Jingling Court. This was because Mu Jianba, who had never been defeated, was also the strongest Sword Eight of his generation. The news of his defeat spread like wildfire.
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