As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

"An embroidered pillow." On the roof of the building, Shen Xiaoxue held a dim yellow life lamp on her head, which was lit by the last glow of dusk. She was hidden in the Tao realm. Even the two palace ministers did not notice her at all. The presence.

She looked down at Ye Ao, who once again kicked someone off the ring gracefully, and only uttered six words of evaluation.

When she was at the same level as this kind of thing, one person could fight a hundred of them.

However, those challengers are still far behind him.

More than a dozen people came on stage one after another, but among his men, none of them could catch the three swords.

At this moment, she saw another person on the ring. After seeing that person's appearance clearly, the temperature around Shen Xiaoxue suddenly dropped by eight degrees.

Because he was clearly a beggar.

He was just Shen Xiaoxue, and the whole place was in an uproar.

Although this competition to recruit a bride has no restrictions.

But no one thought that even a beggar would dare to have such wishful thinking!

Hey, as the saying goes, it is better to live than die.

Is he unable to think about it?

Isn’t it good to be alive?

"Get out!" Ye Ao, who had always been smiling before, saw his face darken for the first time when he saw this guy in front of him: "Are you trying to insult Fairy Qingxue? If you don't get out, don't blame the young master for being ruthless with his sword!"

"Why, isn't it about strength to compete in martial arts?" Ye Buyi said calmly, and at the same time, he took out the injustice sword given by the system in his hand.

As its name suggests, the sword is really unfair. There are many potholes, twists and turns.

But he is also a genuine earth-level magic weapon.

As the sword was unsheathed, he also exuded the aura of a warrior.

Everyone was stunned, no one thought that such a beggar with slovenly hair, rags, and bare feet could actually have martial arts cultivation.

How did he, a martial arts master, become like this?

But so what if he is Martial Lord, his opponent Prince Ye is the Martial King of Celestial Realm!

And just now several people of the same realm are no match for him.

"Haha, it does depend on strength, but do you have any misunderstandings about your own strength?"

Ye Ao smiled and stabbed him with ease.

The extreme cold energy was raging, and the bright sword struck Ye Buyi's right arm, preparing to cut off his arm.

All the warriors lamented that it was worthy of being a fourth-grade holy land, but the swords of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Blade Sect were still so cold.

Ye Buyi didn't feel cold. He even closed his eyes.

After ten years, he finally regained the feeling of holding a sword.

"Common people all over the world!"

With the most ordinary swordsmanship, follow the most unusual swordsmanship.

The sword comes out!

Arm falls...

What fell was not the hand holding the sword, but the hand holding the sword.

The whole place was dead silent.

"Snapped!"

In the lobby of Yiweilou, someone's pair of chopsticks fell on the table.

After a while, Su Yan picked it up again and gave Gu Nanyi a small steamed bun.

They disguised themselves as a middle-aged couple and came quietly.

It was impossible to get a private room, and a table in the lobby was only available because I came early.

Fortunately, the viewing angle is good and you can get an overview of the whole situation.

"Is it Earth Level Sword Intent?" Gu Nanyi asked him.

Su Yan was silent for a moment before shaking his head: "No, Heavenly Level."

"Ah!" Gu Nanyi couldn't help but exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands: "Is it a reborn person, or a clone of a saint?"

"I feel like a reborn person." Su Yan lowered his head and drank the pumpkin porridge again: "It's a pity that the master fell asleep, otherwise we would let her see the origin."

Gu Nanyi frowned slightly, a little worried.

This is a character they did not plan for, not expected!

It is recognized by the heavens that among all the reborn people, sword cultivators have the most advantage.

Because once the sword intention is understood, it is not restricted by cultivation level.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for low-level sword cultivators to comprehend high-level sword intentions.

But here, the reborn person is a loophole.

After they are reborn with the sword intent in front of them, they often become god-like existences in low realms.

Upstairs, Li Heng's group, and even Ma Lingsu and Zhuo Bufan who were higher up couldn't sit still.

They didn't realize that this was a heaven-level sword intention.

There is no way, how can I recognize something I have never seen before.

But even if it was just the Earth-level sword intent, it was terrifying enough.

It was an existence they had only heard of in legends.

In this world, the Saint of Hidden Sword Mountain, the ancestral court of swordsmanship, has only comprehended an earth-level sword intention.

"No, it's impossible! Who is he? How could such a guy suddenly appear?" Li Heng's face turned extremely ugly.

For the first time today, I felt that my dream of riding a dragon as a son-in-law was shaken.

"Hmph, it's just the Earth-level Sword Intent. I will never let this beggar's dirty hands touch my daughter!"

On the roof of the building, Shen Xiaoxue did not recognize the Heavenly Sword Intent.

But unlike others, even if Ye Buyi showed such strength, it could not make her change her mind at all.

In her eyes, it was just a cockroach that suddenly turned into a hill-like cockroach, and its essence remained the same.

System: "Warning, cannon fodder speaks."

Shen Xiaoxue: "Shut up!"

On the ring, Ye Aao, who had lost his arm, was in great pain and his eyes suddenly turned red.

In fact, given his family status, he may not be able to recover from a broken arm.

But how to get back the lost face?

He directly released his own celestial phenomena.

In the vast wasteland, the roaring wind howls, hundreds of thousands of generals fight for their lives, corpses litter the sky, and the sky is stained with blood.

How about calling him Prince Ye?

When he was condensing the celestial phenomena, his father Ye Que took him to various small worlds and experienced hundreds of large and small battlefields. In addition to countless celestial phenomena paintings, he condensed this third-level celestial phenomenon.

Unfortunately, it was still under the protection of Ye Que, and it was not a real life and death fight, so it still didn't make sense.

But in front of Ye Buyi, it was even more of a joke.

"Back then, with one strike of my sword, I defeated hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers in the vast sky. Show me this..."

Ye Buyi didn't even raise his eyelids, and struck out with another ordinary sword.

There was no thunderous roar of swords, nor sword flashes.

But after this sword strike, there was nothing.

With the support of Ye Ao's luck, it seemed like the real battlefield was directly cut down by this martial master's sword.

As for him, his face was pale and he was being protected by a palace priest.

If Ya Sheng hadn't taken action just now, Ye Buyi's sword might have cut him in half.

How could Ye Buyi care that he was the young master of the Beizhou Fighting Sword Clan?

Just like that, no one expected that Prince Ye, who had won more than a dozen games in a row, would be killed by a Martial Lord.

The key is, no one knows where he came from.

Some people speculate that he comes from the ancestral families of swordsmanship in the Qian Dynasty.

But which Holy Land disciple wouldn't be afraid of embarrassing the master by dressing up like him?