Chapter 1884: Force You to Surrender Without a Sword

Chapter 1884: If you don't draw your sword, I will force you to admit defeat!

Zhang Hongyuan and many other disciples who were born as sword slaves had already been furious at their contemptuous eyes.

They felt relieved when they saw this scene and laughed.

Zhang Hongyuan shouted: "This is our big brother Ye Xinghe. He can kill you alone. If not, you can come together!"

After that, he looked at Ye Xinghe.

"Big brother, do I imitate you?"

Ye Xinghe pointed at him and scolded him with a smile.

And this performance of the crowd also directly ignited the anger of the people on the opposite side.

A middle-aged man walked out slowly.

He looked quite elegant, with a gentle expression and said lightly: "Then I will have a sparring match with Junior Brother Ye!"

"Okay!"

Ye Xinghe could sense that his strength was definitely not weak, even stronger than Wang Lingtian!

"I am Wei Dechuan."

The elegant man bowed his hands: "These junior brothers are born with extraordinary backgrounds and strong talents, so they are naturally a little arrogant. I hope you can forgive me!" "There is no forgiveness or no forgiveness."

Ye Xinghe smiled and said: "You can be arrogant, as long as you beat me, you can be as arrogant as you want. If you can't beat me..."

He pointed at the more than 100 people: "I will beat you until you dare not be arrogant anymore!"

Suddenly, everyone was in an uproar and fought back.

Then Wei Dechuan's face was also slightly cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Please!"

His weapon was a huge sword, which was three meters long and as wide as a door panel, which was completely different from his elegant appearance.

And he held the sword in his hand and roared.

The momentum immediately became domineering and fierce.

The long sword swept out, the sword light was like snow, and the power was amazing, as if it could split the mountain and the moon.

And Ye Xinghe stood in place, and the Taixuan Sword Sutra suddenly started.

Instantly, countless intersecting light spots appeared in front of him.

Ye Xinghe felt as if he had entered a state of stagnation in time.

Everything became so slow.

He knew in his heart that those densely intertwined light spots were intertwined.

This was exactly the swordsmanship that Wei Dechuan displayed.

And when these lights began to converge, they finally condensed together at his left chest.

Ye Xinghe did not really make a move.

He just raised the half-broken sword and pointed it at his left chest.

Suddenly, Wei Dechuan felt creepy.

It was like being thrown naked in the ice and snow, and his whole body was cold!

"This, the only weakness of my magic power, was actually seen through by him at a glance!"

He also reacted very quickly, and immediately changed his moves and took a step back.

He moved his long sword forward and took a defensive posture.

It was completely different from the offensive posture just now.

Ye Xinghe's mouth curled slightly.

It was useless.

Under the Taixuan Sword Sutra, all weaknesses are exposed!

He raised his long sword slightly and pointed it at Wei Dechuan's left knee.

Wei Dechuan's move was broken again.

He gritted his teeth, roared, held the long sword with both hands, and slashed forward fiercely, but he used attack as defense.

He roared in a low voice: "This is the strongest move of my magical power. I don't believe you can break it!"

At this time, Ye Xinghe's movements were also very strange.

His broken sword pointed to the blank space next to it.

There was nothing there at this time.

But Wei Dechuan looked like he was struck by lightning, and only he knew himself best.

"If this ultimate move is used, it will be like throwing oneself into a trap, and the vital point will directly hit Ye Xinghe's broken sword!"

He can actually break this!

Wei Dechuan stood there, dejected for a long time.

His face was pale and sweat was pouring out.

Finally, he threw the knife away and said with a wry smile: "I lost, I admit defeat!"

Ye Xinghe nodded slowly.

This Wei Dechuan was quite dignified and did not pester.

At this time, a very strange scene appeared in front of everyone.

Wei Dechuan moved around on the stage, constantly performing powerful moves.

And there was no enemy in front of him.

Ye Xinghe just tapped a few times from a distance away from him.

Everyone saw the scene where Wei Dechuan directly admitted defeat!

Everyone was shocked.

"Ye Xinghe didn't make a single move, but he made Wei Dechuan, who was known as the best new recruit, admit defeat directly!"

"What is the strength of this Ye Xinghe?"

"Wei Dechuan did this because he felt that he had no chance of winning if he fought with Ye Xinghe!"

But some people disagreed.

"I think Wei Dechuan is being too conservative?"

"Yes, Wei Dechuan probably didn't want to take the lead, so he deliberately admitted defeat!"

"That's right, Ye Xinghe is just a newcomer who was born as a sword slave. I don't believe he can beat Wei Dechuan!"

Many people nodded.

Wei Dechuan's reputation as a powerful person had long been firmly imprinted in their hearts.

As for Ye Xinghe, who is he? Is he worthy?

They felt from the bottom of their hearts that this group of sword slaves were not worthy of being compared with themselves and others.

However, when Ye Xinghe looked at them again and said with a smile, "Who else?"

These people were as quiet as cicadas.

It was one thing to talk nonsense on the side, but if they really went up to fight, they would naturally weigh it.

Wei Dechuan was defeated, was he really Ye Xinghe's opponent?

Ye Xinghe asked three times and no one responded, so he laughed.

"A bunch of trash!"

These people felt humiliated in their hearts, but they didn't dare to stand out at this time.

Disciples who were born as sword slaves, such as Zhang Hongyuan, mocked them.

For a time, the square was noisy.

At this time, a thunder-like sound suddenly appeared.

"Shut up!"

Many people were shocked so much that their eardrums hurt, their seven orifices bled, and they screamed and couldn't even stand.

Everyone was shocked.

Then they saw two people walking out of the hall in front of them.

One of them was dressed as an elder, short and strong, with a face like a pot bottom, and he was intimidating without anger.

The person next to him was a tall young man.

He said a few words to the elder-dressed man, and then went back to join the ranks of the new disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who were recruited outside.

When they saw him coming back, the group of people seemed to have found their backbone.

They rushed up and talked about what had just happened.

After listening to them, the young man who complained stared at Ye Xinghe.

Ye Xinghe felt as if he was stabbed at this moment!

Instantly, he felt creepy.

His heart moved slightly.

"This man is definitely a master!"

The young man who complained snorted coldly: "Wei Dechuan is also a useless thing. He was frightened by others. It's really embarrassing to admit defeat like this!"

He was not here just now. Obviously, he just arrived.

He has an ordinary face, but his aura is very strong.

The shadow of the divine image surging behind him is looming.

Obviously, his divine image is not low, and it seems that he can't even suppress it.

Just standing there like this, the divine image seems to be flying out by itself.

And the elites of the major families are also very respectful to him.

All gathered around him, like the moon surrounded by stars.

After hearing what he said, someone asked: "Brother Jiang, is there any mystery in the competition just now?"