Chapter 2487: Who Came Up With Such a Cunning Name?

y to be three feet wide, what use would a larger one be"Zhu Jiayi looked very wronged, but she didn't say anything. It was clear that she was very tolerant of Dong Qiang.Mu Jing, beside him, couldn't..."Want me to surrender You're not even close!"

Ye Bufan's mouth curled into a sneer, it seemed he was going to have to show his cards.

Then, with a thought, he slashed out with the Soul Severing Blade!

Although the opponent's 3,000 strands of ruthless silk are formidable, they operate under the control of mental power. Once their mind wavers, they will inevitably collapse.

Seeing the other party refuse to admit defeat, Wang Chen was about to give a pointed rebuke, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness.

"Oh no, it's a divine consciousness cultivation technique!"

She retreated while circulating her spiritual energy to soothe the throbbing pain in her sea of consciousness.

And at the same time, those three thousand strands of emotionless silk dissipated in the air as expected.

Ye Bufan emerged from his cocoon, chasing after him like lightning, and with a single finger strike.

At this moment, Wangchen is desperately resisting the divine sense blade. Before Wangchen could react, his acupoints were instantly sealed, and he stood straight there.

"Uh..."

What's everyone looking at I mean, sure, fortunes change, but this is a bit too fast, don't you think

Just now, Ye Bufan was bound by the Three Thousand Desolate Silk like a zongzi. In the blink of an eye, Wàng Chén's acupoints were sealed.

Ye Bufan let out a long breath. The core disciples of the Jiuxing Sect were indeed difficult to deal with. If it weren't for his Divine Sense Blade, he might have been in trouble just now.

"I said, you women, making yourselves like this, with broken souls and ruthless threads, who came up with these awful names"

He looked at Wàng Chén, "Shouldn't you admit defeat now"

As soon as he spoke, the audience erupted in an uproar once again. Just moments ago, Wàng Chén had made Yè Bùfán concede defeat, and now he was reversing his decision.

"You're nowhere near making me surrender!"

A cold glint flashed in Wangchen's eyes, and then the aura around him began to rise rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the bottleneck of the Great Perfection stage, and the acupoints that had been sealed on his body were instantly opened.

Ye Bufan's expression changed, he obviously didn't expect the other party to have such a backhand, his cultivation directly breaking through the peak of Dongxu.

He could see that this cultivation enhancement was different from before, when Bai Li Hongjun had used forbidden techniques. This wasn't the result of a forbidden technique but the unsealing of some kind of seal within his body.

Regardless, Wuchin's strength has now reached the early stage of Mahayana, and judging from his aura, he is even stronger than Bai Li Hongjun.

"That..."

One after another, the reversals stunned the audience once again.

"My goodness, this woman is also a Mahayana cultivator..."

"How did she do it She's so powerful, it turns out she was hiding her cultivation all along..."

Another early stage cultivator, wondering if Ye Bufan can still win this time…

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, and even the expressions of the several elders on the viewing platform changed.

The Elder Zuran showed no surprise, not even a hint of it, and instead, a slight smile played at the corner of her lips. It was clear she had anticipated all this.

Bai Li Hongjun, Li Miaozhen and others were shocked.

I used to think that Bai Li Hongjun, after breaking through to the early stages of Da Cheng with forbidden arts, would be enough to win the title of the demon competition. Now it seems I was completely wrong.

Even without Ye Bufan appearing out of nowhere, the current Wàngchén is still not easy to deal with.

Huo Ru Yu sighed, previously when she was eliminated, there was still some unwillingness in her heart, but now it seems that the gap between herself and others is huge.

Wàng Chén regained his ability to move and glared coldly at Yè Bùfán.

"You're the first person to ever force me to use my full power!"

As she spoke, she drew a long sword from her back. It was a blood-red blade, about three feet long, with a razor-sharp edge that radiated an aura of power.

"This sword is called Broken Mortal Dust, take out your weapon!"

"You guys at the Valley of Heartlessness are really twisted, a pretty good sword with such a detestable name."

Ye Bufan glanced his lips, it seemed that the ancestor of Jueqing Valley was indeed in a state of madness before. Not only were his moves except for Duan Hun and Jueqing, but even his sword was named like this.

He flipped his wrist, and the Blaze Blade appeared in his palm.

"Severing Compassion!"

Wàngchén let out a loud shout, his long sword bursting with dazzling red light. It slashed down from the sky with boundless power.

Ye Bufan didn't hesitate at all. The flames on his blazing blade swept up, meeting the oncoming torrent.

Two figures clashed, one wielding a blade and the other a sword. Their attack unleashed a terrifying power that shook the very foundations of the arena beneath their feet, causing it to tremble violently.

“How did this kid do it Could he also be a Mahayana cultivation level”

Bai Li's expression was a mixture of shock and anger. He had thought that Ye Bufan would certainly lose this time, but he never expected the two to end up in a draw.

Others were also shocked. They had previously thought that Bai Li Hongjun only had problems with his martial arts technique, which is why he lost to him.

It seems things aren't what they appear to be at all. The other party simply possesses the cultivation of a Mahayana early stage practitioner. Even against Wuchun, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

After a fierce exchange, the two fighters were sent flying backward. One held a sword, the other a blade, each standing at opposite sides of the platform.

Just now both of them put in a lot of effort, and are calming the surging qi and blood.

And just then, there was a crackle, and the red mask on Wochu's face suddenly shattered. It was clear that during the recent fierce battle, it couldn't withstand the intense pressure.

The mask fell away, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty.

"My God, this woman is so beautiful…"

Upon seeing Wangchen's true form, a gasp of astonishment echoed through the room.

This competition is not without beauties, such as the Sword Immortal Han Qingqiu and the several women around Ye Bufan. Any one of them pulled out could be described as breathtakingly beautiful.

If we were to talk about looks, the current Forget Dust is no worse than anyone else. However, his eyes and expression are equally cold, making people only dare to admire him from afar but not get close.

As everyone exclaimed in astonishment, Ye Bufan's hand holding the flaming blade trembled uncontrollably, his entire being frozen in shock.

"Fragrant! It's really fragrant!"

It turns out his previous feelings were not wrong, the person before him was indeed Yi Luo Xiang.

At this moment, Ye Bufan's mind instantly understood what was going on. The other party must have obtained some kind of unique inheritance, suppressing the power of the Dragon King Palace's inheritance, making him unable to sense it.

And Yi Luo Xiang completely lost her memory, forgetting everything that had happened before, including herself.

The mask fell, and even Wàngchén was a little surprised, but he didn't pay too much attention. The long sword in his hand once again burst forth with a sharp blade of light, stabbing towards Yè Bùfán's heart.

Before, everyone's attention was drawn to her beauty. Only now did they realize something was amiss with Ye Bufan.

Facing the sword thrust, he neither dodged nor evaded, showing no intention of avoiding it at all.

Seeing this, gasps arose from the audience. Even Xuanyuan Zhantian put down the pig's trotter in his hand: "Has this kid gone crazy Has he never seen a beautiful woman"

"Xiangxiang! Do you remember me, Xiangxiang It's Ye Bufan!"

Ye Bufan's expression was agitated, his voice trembling.

The long sword in Wang Chen's hand was about to pierce Ye Bufan's heart, but for some reason, hearing his words and seeing his eyes, a sharp pain suddenly surged through her heart.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the sword did not pierce the heart but found its mark in the shoulder beside it.

Although Ye Bufan's physical body had reached the state of great accomplishment in refining the body, he was still unable to completely block a sword strike from a Mahayana cultivator. A blood hole appeared on his shoulder instantly.

But he was as if unaware, his expression excited, his eyes staring blankly at the person before him. Qing pouted and sat back down to play games. Ye Bufan leapt out the window, disappearing into the night quickly.Outside the imperial city, he didn't rush to enter. Instead, he chose a secluded and de...