Ye Fanchen looked at them cautiously as he tried to come up with a countermeasure.
He had just broken through to the late stage of the Step Dust Realm. If the two teams in front of him only had one person at the peak of the late stage of the Step Dust Realm, he could use his martial skills to fight against them.
However, there were at least three Martial Disciples who were at the peak of the late stage of the Step Dust Realm!
These were two elite teams that had a high chance of getting a good ranking in the Spring Hunting Competition! With Ye Fanchen's current strength, it would be very difficult to win this battle. It was almost impossible.
This was a predicament, a very big predicament.
Ye Fanchen frowned as his brain quickly worked to come up with a countermeasure.
"With that old bastard from the Song family's transmission, there will definitely be more teams coming here. Under these circumstances, the only thing I can do is to escape! "
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ye Fanchen had never been an indecisive person. This kind of thinking only lasted for less than three seconds before it ended.
The conclusion was to escape!
But what if the path in front of him was blocked by these nine people?
But so what? If there was no path, then he would kill his way out!
Ye Fanchen did not think any further. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he took out the Purple Sun Sword from his interspatial ring and held it in his hand.
"How about it? Do you want to kill yourself, or do you want us to kill you? "Song Lei said to Ye Fanchen with a face full of disdain.
From his point of view, Ye Fanchen was already dead. If he did not move, then he would just be sitting there waiting for death!
However, Ye Fanchen did not immediately reply. In the next second, he disappeared from the spot and used Swift Shadow Steps to rush towards the nine people in front of him!
"Noisy!" Ye Fanchen's face was sinister as he released a murderous aura.
"You're courting death!"
The two teams that had cornered Ye Fanchen were not to be trifled with. When the nine of them saw that Ye Fanchen had recklessly challenged them to a fight, a disdainful smile appeared on their faces.
"You're like a moth flying into a flame. You don't know what death is!" Song Lei's expression immediately turned serious. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he said, "Everyone, Ye Fanchen is right in front of you. Who killed Ye Fanchen? Then the middle grade martial skill reward would be his! I don't want any mid-grade martial skill, I only want the sword in Ye Fanchen's hand! "
Song Lei was originally a disciple nurtured by the Song family. He had already learned all of the Song family's mid-grade martial skills. And what he was interested in now was none other than the sword in Ye Fanchen's hand that he had yet to obtain!
When everyone heard this, their hearts were filled with joy. Immediately, their expressions changed and they took out their weapons one after another!
"The middle-grade cultivation technique is mine!" A murderous intent flashed in Wang Yanan's pretty eyes. She held a long sword in her hand and without saying a word, her figure flashed and stabbed towards Ye Fanchen.
She was already at the peak of the late stage of the Stepping Dust Realm and was about to reach the Nuance Realm. If she could obtain this middle-grade martial skill, it would be like adding wings to a tiger!
When the other eight saw Wang Yanan taking the lead, their faces changed drastically. Unwilling to fall behind, they all raised the weapons in their hands and charged towards Ye Fanchen!
In an instant, on the Broken Love Cliff, ten martial artists faced each other with equal harshness!
If someone was in the sky above Qi Yun Mountain, they would definitely be able to see nine different forces charging towards a young man holding a rusty sword.
If it was anyone else facing these nine people, they would definitely be at a loss. But at this moment, Ye Fanchen was abnormally calm. In fact, he was even calmer than usual!
In his previous life, he had once fought against a hundred people and even destroyed an entire country alone. How could he be frightened by such a small scene?
Ye Fanchen fully activated the Swift Shadow Steps and instantly turned into a flickering shadow in the air.
Like a ghost, his figure flashed to the side and dodged Wang Yanan's attack. Then, he pointed his sword at Song Lei's vitals, forcing Song Lei to withdraw his attacks and protect himself!
Fighting one against nine, Ye Fanchen didn't have the slightest chance to catch his breath.
Right now, his thoughts were clear. He had to escape!
Where there's life, there's hope!
Only by keeping his life would he be able to settle the score with these bastards! Only then would he be able to tear Song Chengyong, that old bastard, into pieces!
Even though he was fending off the attacks, he was calculating the best escape route in his mind!
"Luo Shui Sword Art! First Style! Spring Rain! "
A sharp light flashed across Ye Fanchen's eyes! With a loud roar, he swung the Violet Sun Sword in his hand! Tens of thousands of green sword intents were generated, rising into the air and falling down like a drizzle.
Under such circumstances, he could only use the Luo Shui Sword Art that he had never used in the Spring Hunt to escape.
When he was at the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm, he had used the Luo Shui Sword Art to exhaust his Origin Qi. Even though he had reached the late stage of the Step Dust Realm, he wasn't sure if the Luo Shui Sword Art would exhaust all his Origin Qi!
But right now, he could only take a gamble. Otherwise, he would definitely die here!
"This is … Qing Yun?"
One of the nine people exclaimed. He had seen Qing Yun's grace in the arena and was looking forward to meeting Qing Yun in the Spring Hunt.
Actually, he had noticed the rusty sword in Ye Fanchen's hand from the start and hesitated because he didn't know if Ye Fanchen was Qing Yun.
But soon, his hesitation was washed away by his desire for a middle grade martial skill. Right now, Ye Fanchen was using the sword art that Qing Yun used in the arena.
Even though he found it hard to believe, he knew that Ye Fanchen was Qing Yun!
Qing Yun?
Hearing this name, the others looked at Ye Fanchen with a trace of doubt in their eyes.
The name Qing Yun was not unfamiliar to all the Martial Disciples in the Desert College. Even if they didn't see Qing Yun defeat the peak of the middle stage of the Step Dust Realm, they would have heard of this name from others!
"You are Qing Yun?" Song Lei looked at Ye Fanchen in disbelief, his heart filled with disbelief.
It was hard for him to imagine that the trash that was famous in the Desert College was actually the mysterious Qing Yun who was also famous in the Desert College!
Just as he was puzzled, Wang Yanan coldly snorted. Her eyes were filled with a ruthlessness that didn't match her beautiful appearance.
"So what if he is Qing Yun? As long as his head can be exchanged for a middle grade martial skill, I will kill him! "
"First Layer Wave!"
Wang Yanan let out a delicate cry and waved the sword in her hand. A wave of Sword Qi surged towards Ye Fanchen like a tidal wave!
Upon seeing this scene, Ye Fanchen let out a cold snort.
"You're courting death!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a bolt of lightning toward Wang Yanan, whose face was filled with killing intent!
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