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Xuan Ge wasn't surprised by this result. The ice-cold expression on his face was as cold as usual, as if carved by a knife. "Master, have you already thought of a countermeasure?!"

"Countermeasures?" Yun Weiyang gave a bitter smile, and said helplessly: "I do not have any countermeasures, and only hope that after this matter, Bi Xian will become more mature and steady, and that some hurdles will eventually be overcome." As he said that, Yun Weiyang retracted her emotions, and turned around to give a meaningful look to Bi Xian who was not far away.

Bi Xian understood what was going on, and put down his arms that were wrapped around his arms, quickly walking to the front of Yun Weiyang, giving a simple bow, and then asked: "Master? "What is it?"

Suppressing the worry in his heart, Yun Weiyang recovered her usual expression, and said indifferently: "Bi Xian, you will be in the lead for the first match."

It was as if he did not expect Yun Weiyang to let him take the lead. Bi Xian's handsome face revealed a rare look of joy, and even his tone became a bit lighter, "Thank you, Master."

Yun Weiyang nodded her head in satisfaction, and smiled: "Bi Xian, come back for a beautiful battle."

"Yes, Mistress."

Yun Weiyang reached out to pat Bi Xian's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Go!"

After Bi Xian left, Yi Na walked up to him and asked with some concern, "Master, is Bi Xian alright?"

Yun Weiyang waved her hand, and said in a deep voice: "I have confidence in Bi Xian." After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Bi Xian's departing back. Bi Xian, what will you do next? Let us take a look at the Ghost sect master's true strength!

The host, who was standing on the stage, saw that the two teams were ready. He cleared his throat and raised his voice: "The competition rules are very simple. The one who falls off the stage is the loser, regardless of whether he dies or dies." After a pause, the host raised his hand and said: "Okay, next match will officially begin. Both parties are invited to step onto the stage."

Bi Xian's body moved gracefully as he landed on the stage. When he clearly saw who was facing him, his usually indifferent and ice-cold eyes revealed a great panic. Even his sword hand was trembling in fear.

Below the stage, Yun Weiyang clearly saw Bi Xian's current expression. She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and then shot a sharp eye knife at Dongfang Zi.

Receiving Yun Weiyang's gaze, Dongfang Zichao only lightly smiled, before turning his attention back to the stage.

"Central ?" A cold and stern voice sounded by Yun Weiyang's side.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Weiyang said: "I'm sorry!"

Feng Xue Han lightly sighed, and said: "You must have confidence in Bi Xian."

She knew that this was the occupational disease in the past, as a hitman, no one could believe in it. Otherwise, death would not be too far away from her, but she had forgotten, this was ancient times, in another time and space, the people and things around could not be discussed the same as before. After coming to this realization, Yun Weiyang's eyes once again recovered the confidence, and indifference!

Sensing that Yun Weiyang had calmed down, Feng Xue Han's deep purple eyes flashed with a look of gratification.

"Big brother, why is it you?" He had never expected to meet his big brother again one day, and to meet him again in such a way.

The man had long silvery-white hair, untied and unbound behind him, smooth as silk, with skin the color of wheat, which made him more masculine, a pair of mesmerizing dark green eyes under his feminine eyebrows, a high nose bridge, sexy lips, and a moon-white battle robe that accentuated his long curves.

On the sword in Bi Wen's hand, a pair of eyes that were not as cold as Bi Xian's had a very comfortable warmth to them as he sized up the grown up Bi Xian. Bi Wen's voice was just like his sun-like eyes; it made one want to close their eyes and have a good night's sleep, "Bi Xian, you've grown up!" A few traces of gratification could be heard in her faint voice.

"Brother, what's going on? "All these years, why haven't you come back to find me? And why are you representing the Kingdom of Chen?" Bi Xian still could not believe what was happening in front of him. Meeting his big brother was supposed to be a joyful thing, but Bi Hao could not feel happy at all.

Bi Jian's delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and his warm voice was mixed with coldness. "Bi Xian, you and I are enemies now."

He was silent for a long time, until the people around him started to become restless. When he reopened his eyes, he looked just as cold and steady as before, raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at the opponent, and said confidently: "Big Brother, since young, I have never defeated you in anything. This time, I will definitely beat you and move to another sky."

Hearing this, the corners of Bi Bi Bi Jian's mouth curled upwards. He was gratified as he said, "Alright, I will wait and see."

The first to make his move was Bi Wen. The sword in his hand seemed to transform into a dozen streaks of silver light as it swept towards the vital parts of Bi Xian's body.

"Come at me!" Seeing the other party's aggressive moves, Bi Xian was not only not afraid, but instead full of excitement. This excitement came from the bottom of his heart, and even the pores on his body opened up in excitement. It was as if a hungry little mouth had finally found food.

Since he was young, he had always wished to have a fair and square match with his big brother, but that was a natural disaster, and the two brothers had been separated by a big brother when he went out to look for food, and this was a loss that lasted for more than a decade. He was lucky, and once he met Feng Xuehan, that godlike man asked him if he was willing to follow him, and he agreed without hesitation.

The surrounding people could not even see how the two of them had pulled back their swords. The ringing sound of gold could be heard continuously, and then, the two of them separated, and a few cuts were made on Bi Xian's clothes. Bi Xun was the same, although both of them were not injured, but looking at the buttons on their clothes that had been torn, it was not difficult to see how dangerous the fight between the two of them was.

"Again!" This time, Bi Xian made the first move. There was no gorgeous move, only an ordinary frontal thrust. This was a move that anyone could use, but when it came out, the power was like heaven and earth.

Others might not be able to sense it, but those who practiced martial arts could see the dangers of this move. This was because no matter how Bi Xian tried to block, he could feel Bi Xian's sword piercing into his opponent's chest the instant he blocked the attack, and he had no way of dodging it, because no matter how Bi Xian tried to dodge, the opponent would always follow up with an endless stream of killing moves. He had no choice, he could only retreat.

Good boy! Bi Wang narrowed his eyes and stepped on the ground. His body was like a spinning top as he quickly flashed behind Bi Xian. At the same time, he turned the sword in his hand, weaved a huge sword net with the edge of the sword and rushed towards Bi Xian.

"Alright!"

Bi Xian praised loudly. With a wave of his arms, the sword in his hand danced as he clashed with Bi Yu.

This was a continuous battle with almost no rest. The two of them were like a lantern walking on horseback as they spun around and around. The surrounding people couldn't even tell who was who, and could only feel the strong wind blowing towards them.

The two of them fought for a few seconds in a single breath, but to the onlookers, it felt like centuries had passed.

When the two of them separated, everyone looked up and saw that there were traces of blood on Bi Xian's body. Blood was dripping from the corner of Bi Wen's mouth. It was hard to tell which part of him was injured.

Even though he had hung up, the excitement on Bi Xian's face did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, his smile became thicker, more evil, more arrogant. He let out a long sigh, before once again clashing with Bi Mang.

The two of them split the points and split the points. The surrounding people could not clearly see the moves they were using, but it was not difficult to see the danger and intensity of the wounds that were constantly increasing on the two of them.

However, the spectators were all filled with disbelief. Who was the other party to have fought with Bi Min to such a degree? This surprised Shen Yue. The strength displayed by Bi Ru had left her tongue-tied.

Bi Xian and Bi Min were in a stalemate. The audience was also watching with rapt attention. After fifty rounds, the two of them began to pant.

Bi Xian had been charging ferociously from the start. After a fight, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his cheeks and neck.

On the other hand, Bi Chen was not much better off, but relatively speaking, his situation was much better than Bi Xian's.

It looked like he had the upper hand, but was that really the case? Xuan Ge had clearly seen Bi Xian's disadvantage. "Bi Xian's stamina has already reached its limit."

Hearing this, Yun Weiyang's eyebrows twitched, and she laughed: "There is still a long way to go!"

Seeing this, Xuan Ge didn't say anything. He turned his attention back to the arena.

"Lil 'Bro, you started off too fiercely, but it was not wise at all!" Bi Moyan's voice echoed out like the spring wind.

"I don't want you, mind your own business!" After he finished speaking, Bi Xian took a deep breath and took the initiative to attack again. His target was not to move forward, but to move behind him.

How fast! Bi Wen did not dare to be careless. He drew his sword, and at the same time he dodged Bi Xian's strike, he also thrust the sword in his direction, aiming for Bi Xian's throat.

Bi Xian did not panic at all. He quickly lowered his body to dodge the attack from behind him. Then, he raised his foot and kicked towards Bi Wen.

In the eyes of the onlookers, taking advantage of the opponent was an unbearable humiliation, but Bi Xian didn't think so. He came from a powerful family, so he didn't pay much attention to fighting or fighting; everything he did was to defeat the opponent. As long as he could win, then that was fine.