Chapter 105 Cheer Up

Chapter 105: Cheer Up

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked at this moment. In this lightning moment, he confirmed one thing. What he had thought was a dream for the past few days turned out to be real. His soul had a brief exchange with the residual soul of the invisible sword god six thousand years ago in a spirit gathering array laid by the Wufeng sword.

What worried and frightened Ye Xiaochuan the most was that the memory of the invisible sword god was integrated into his memory, and the two memories merged into one!

The memory fragment that flashed in his mind just now was not his memory, but the memory of the sword god!

Good things and bad things, one after another, just when he figured out that the magic weapon in his hand was not a demonic evil thing, before he could be happy, Ye Xiaochuan was shocked to find that he had one more person's memory.

If it were any other cultivator, it would be a dream come true if they could get the memory of Senior Sword God. After all, Senior Sword God was a peerless master who was unrivaled in the three realms six thousand years ago. Integrating his memory would definitely be of great benefit to one's own cultivation, and perhaps one could achieve the great achievements of Senior Sword God.

But Ye Xiaochuan is young and inexperienced. He has been taught by his fellow teachers countless times since he was a child. He must purify his heart, strengthen his foundation, and refine his soul to prevent other external forces from invading his body. It is easy to go astray and be doomed.

At this moment, he knew that Senior Sword God's memory was integrated into his memory, and he seemed to remember that the remnant soul of Senior Sword God disappeared in his head. He was very worried. Would it cause side effects? Would the soul of Senior Sword God not completely dissipate? Hiding in his own sea of ​​soul, looking for an opportunity to seize the body and revive?

In this tangle, worry, and fear, Ye Xiaochuan was in a state of confusion, and his expression changed rapidly.

However, the next moment, he felt a huge force like a tidal wave hitting him, followed by a sharp pain that swept through his body.

His dazed mind instantly returned to its place under this severe pain!

Everything in front of him surprised him. It turned out that he had just seen the memory fragments of the Sword God in his mind in a flash. Although the time was not long, he was unprepared, and he was worried about the side effects of the Sword God's residual soul after it merged into his body, so he was distracted for a while and forgot that he was still fighting.

Chen Mo didn't know that Ye Xiaochuan was crazy. He forced Ye Xiaochuan back with a quick sword, and then seized the opportunity to slap out a move of the Taiyi Divine Palm of the Cangyun Sect.

Ye Xiaochuan relied on the Taiyi Divine Palm to defeat Hu Daoxin at the beginning, but at this moment he was also slapped by Chen Mo with the same palm, and his body flew backwards involuntarily and directly hit the defensive barrier like a water curtain.

Ye Xiaochuan recovered from the severe pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, looking quite embarrassed.

He got up and looked at Chen Mo, who was not far in front of him with a smug look on his face.

Chen Mo said, "Junior Brother Ye, thank you for letting me!"

Ye Xiaochuan was quite depressed at the moment. He was very confident before the battle, but suddenly so many things happened, which made him confused, and Chen Mo got a big advantage.

Now that he knew that the magic weapon in his hand was not an evil thing of the demon sect, he was relieved. As for the sword god's soul entering his body, if he thought about it carefully, the soul was just a remnant soul, and it had been more than 6,000 years, it was already weak. His cultivation was so powerful and his soul was stable, it was almost impossible for the remnant soul of the sword god to take over his body.

Thinking of this, he slowly got up and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

He looked at Chen Mo and said slowly, "Brother Chen, I haven't given up yet, don't be too happy too early."

Everyone was stunned.

Just now, Chen Mo's Taiyi Divine Palm hit Ye Xiaochuan's chest firmly, and Ye Xiaochuan also spurted blood and was seriously injured.

Even the arbitration elders below the ring had already walked up the stairs, ready to remove the magic circle and announce Chen Mo's victory, but Ye Xiaochuan suddenly seemed to be resurrected with full blood, saying that he had not yet admitted defeat, which surprised everyone.

Outside the crowd, among the female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu.

Yun Qiyou, who was dressed in white, gradually lost the inexplicable worry in her eyes. Her eyes, as bright as autumn water, stared deeply at the stubborn boy on the stage with a faint trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, Yun Qiyou's mouth moved slightly, and she murmured softly, in a voice that only she seemed to be able to hear: "He's back."

Who is back?

Was this sentence said to Ning Xiangruo and others beside her, or to her own body and mind?

"He's back..."

The slight words were still heard by the senior sister Ning Xiangruo beside him.

Ning Xiangruo turned her head slightly and glanced at Yun Qiyou. She was a little surprised and surprised, and said: "Little sister, what did you say? Who is back?"

Yun Qiyou did not move, and her eyes were still deeply looking at the arrogant and stubborn boy on the stage who seemed to have a hint of desolation.

She said slowly: "Ye Xiaochuan will enter the top ten."

Ning Xiangruo, Yang Liudi and several other female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu were slightly startled when they heard the words, and they all turned their heads to look at Yun Qiyou.

Yang Liudi said: "Little sister, you must have guessed wrong this time. Ye Xiaochuan was beaten to vomit blood by Chen Mo just now. It seems that he didn't have any bad ideas in his mind. It should be that he was too seriously damaged in the second round of fighting with Sun Yao, so he performed abnormally today. This little dark horse seems to be here."

Yun Qiyou shook his head humorously and said nothing.

And at this moment, on the huge Kunwei arena, Ye Xiaochuan slowly stood up, the sword in his hand was shining brightly, and the dark blue sword shone on his cheek, as if his expression was full of arrogance and desolation.

There was also a hint of arrogant temperament that looked down on the world.

At this moment, who could tell whether the one holding the sword was Ye Xiaochuan, the big rat of Cangyun Sect, or the previous owner of the sword that had been silent for more than six thousand years, the Sword God?

A wave of air, as Ye Xiaochuan regained his spirits, turned into an invisible sound wave and quickly spread around. Everyone only heard a buzzing sound in their ears, and then felt a strong airflow spreading from Ye Xiaochuan on the arena as the center.

Chen Mo, who was opposite, suddenly froze with a smile on his face at this moment, as if he felt a hint of danger, a hint of unusual danger!

As soon as this feeling grew, he knew that he could not delay any longer. With a sharp roar, his body turned into a flash of lightning and flew towards Ye Xiaochuan.

The green sword light enveloped the sky, and countless sword qi turned into sword lights, forming an unbreakable sword circle, covering Ye Xiaochuan's head.

Anyone could see that Ye Xiaochuan's temperament at this moment had obviously changed drastically from his previous decadence.

However, can Ye Xiaochuan really create a miracle and turn the tide again when he was injured?