Hao Yijian's body suddenly stiffened as the voice fell.
The blood on his face instantly faded, becoming as pale as paper.
His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand, and it became difficult to breathe.
He subconsciously glanced at the face of his senior brother Wu Buxiu that was also bloodless, even with a bit of twisted fear.
Wu Buxiu's distraught appearance, as if he had just climbed back from the gate of hell, made Hao Yijian's heart sink even faster.
Ye Feng is not just Wu Buxiu’s psychological shadow.
It was a lingering nightmare in Hao Yijian's heart.
The nightmare-like memory poured into Hao Yijian's mind uncontrollably.
Snowy area.
Yes, it is that place that is frozen for thousands of miles and even the air is bitingly cold.
Ye Feng swung his sword casually.
Not only did it smash the "Three Talents Sword Formation", it also shattered the snowy world.
The sword light was not dazzling, but it contained some extreme sharpness and destruction.
They are all deeply imprinted in the depths of Hao Yijian’s soul.
From that day on, Ye Feng's figure became his biggest inner demon on the road to spiritual practice.
His teeth began to chatter, making a soft "gurgle" sound.
My legs were as if they were filled with lead, so heavy that I couldn't move an inch.
What to do?
Go up and admit defeat?
Or, bite the bullet and fight?
Isn’t that asking for death!
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the high martial arts stage.
Ye Feng stood on it, with a casual posture and a calm expression.
Where is the individual?
It is clearly a god and demon in human skin!
"Hao Yijian, Ten Thousand Swordsmen! Come on stage quickly!"
Elder He's voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience.
Everyone looked at him with curiosity and confusion...
Hao Yijian felt that his feet were stuck to the ground. With all his strength, he could only move forward bit by bit like a snail.
The distance of just a few dozen steps seemed to be separated by a chasm.
Every step is accompanied by inner suffering and fear.
"What are you waiting for! Hao Yijian, if you don't come to the stage again, you will be punished according to the sect's regulations!" Elder Sikong roared.
The majesty of the sect cannot be challenged.
Hao Yijian's whole body was agitated, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and staggered towards the martial arts stage as if he was rushing to the execution ground.
The look of him trembling every step of the way, wanting to open a crack in the ground and crawl in, caused a commotion among the disciples.
The disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect started talking again.
"Huh? What's going on? Why is he like this?"
"Is his calf and stomach cramping? Is he going to compete or die?"
"No way? Wu Buxiu was like this before, and Hao Yijian is like this now? Is that Ye Feng really that bad? "Scary?"
"Scary? I think it's an evil sect! Even if Ye Feng, an outer sect disciple, has some adventures, he won't be able to scare two people on the ninth level of the Foundation to this level, right?"
"Huh, the disciples of Wanjian Sect are really getting better as they live, they are greedy for life and afraid of death, and it is embarrassing!"
Finally, Hao Yijian climbed onto the martial arts stage tremblingly.
Standing opposite Ye Feng.
The breeze blew by, rolling up a few strands of black hair in front of Ye Feng's forehead.
There was a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes were calm.
However, this calmness in Hao Yijian's eyes was more terrifying than any fierce expression.
"Do you also want to die?"
Ye Feng spoke with a cold voice and pointed the Star Thunder Sword at Hao Yijian.
Hao Yijian's body trembled suddenly, and a chill ran down his spine.
The chill did not come from his opponent Ye Feng, but from the seemingly ordinary long sword in Ye Feng's hand.
A sword intent was like an icy tide, quietly overflowing his defenses.
Fear, unspeakable fear instantly seized his soul.
This sword intent definitely does not come from an ordinary-looking sword.
He could clearly feel the pressure coming from the sword on the opposite side.
Magnificent and majestic, it seems to contain a starry sky and the wrath of the God of Thunder.
This is absolutely extraordinary.
The pressure was like substance, pressing heavily on his spiritual platform and penetrating his limbs and bones.
My heart beats like a drum and my blood almost freezes.
The knees went weak.
"Pfft."
"No...don't want to..." Hao Yijian's voice was hoarse.
Hao Yijian, an elite disciple of the inner sect of Wanjian Sect, with a ninth-level cultivation, actually knelt straight in front of Ye Feng.
The posture is standard, the kind of posture that is bowed to the ground.
All eyes were turned to the two figures on the stage, one standing and the other kneeling.
After a brief silence, the disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect burst into discussion.
"Am I right? Is that Hao Yijian from the Wanjian Sect? Is he kneeling to an outer disciple of the Tianji Sect?"
"Could it be a leg cramp?"
"A cramp? Can a cramp cause such a standard five-body fall to the ground? Ye Feng must have used some magic method!"
"The magic method is nothing! Didn't you see that Hao Yijian's face turned pale? That's because he was scared! If he can scare the ninth floor of the foundation to his knees, Ye Feng must not be a monster!"
"Hiss... Wanjian Sect has been greatly embarrassed this time. The elites of the inner sect knelt down to the outer disciples of Tianji Sect. The news spread..."
On the martial arts viewing platform, Lu Yuanqing, the leader of Tianji Sect, was still sitting firmly. However, his deep eyes were full of surprise.
Elder Sikong of Wanjian Sect's face was ashen, and his amiable mask could hardly hang. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes fiercely slashed at Ye Feng on the stage, and then glanced at Hao Yijian who was kneeling on the ground, wanting to clean up the door immediately.
The eyes of Elder Ziyang of the Weapon Refining Sect flashed with shock, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Feng's long sword.
Hu Yanchen’s eyes were cold, and the sword intent around his body was faintly fluctuating, obviously he was really angry.
Chu Ling looked at Ye Feng on the stage, but her eyes were a little more searching.
Ye Feng still maintained his casual posture.
"Hao Yijian, what are you doing?"
"It's a martial arts competition, just click it to the end, there is no need to give this big gift."
"After all, we belong to different sects, so this has a bad influence."
"Pfft!"
Some people in the audience couldn't help laughing.
Hao Yijian was so ashamed and angry, but his body was locked by an invisible pressure, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.
"It seems that this fellow Taoist is tired and needs to rest."
Ye Feng shrugged and took back the seemingly ordinary long sword.
Hao Yijian felt his whole body light up and fell limply to the ground, breathing heavily.
"I surrender!"
Hao Yijian was relieved.
Elder He announced loudly: "The winner of the competition—Ye Feng of Tianji Sect!"
"We won again!"
"This victory was too easy..."
Elder He announced:
"In the next match, Ye Feng will face Li Cong of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect!"
Li Cong's pupils shrank, and chills climbed up his spine.
Ye Feng, he once shattered the void with a sword!
Fight against Ye Feng? No, never! He would rather be ridiculed by his peers than experience the unpredictable terror that might come.
Li Cong took a deep breath and shouted in the direction of the martial arts stage: "I - admit - defeat -!"
This voice was crisp and clear, full of confidence.
Audience: "..."
Ye Feng smiled and said: "Elite disciple of the inner sect of Wanjian Sect? That's it?"