In the inconspicuous stands near the most noble nine-seat in the martial arts stage, two figures of women, one black and one red, quietly appeared. The woman in black dress looked down at the field, and a warm smile finally melted on her face, letting the woman in red beside her waving her jade arms in front of her, she could not block the tenderness in her eyes.

These two women were Yuhan and Xin Tong who had sneaked out of the back mountain.

Yu Han pouted and muttered, "I forgot my sisters when I have a lover. I won't take you out to play next time."

Xin Tong should not be unhappy, and she only raised a white white wrist and teased Yu Han Yingying's waist, which made Yu Han giggle.

Dodging the claws that attacked him, Yu Han looked at Chang Xi in black on the field and couldn't help but say, "Looking at Chang Xi's cultivation level in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his aura was still a little impetuous, as if he had just broken through. And Meng Su was in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and fighting over the level, it was still Qingyun Peak, which was not easy to win." After saying that, he did not forget to take a look at his Iceberg junior sister.

Xin Tong heard it in her ears and said nothing, but she stood still with the figure reflected in her eyes and quietly clenched her palms.

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Chang Xi stood in front of Meng Su, bowed to the referee elder and said in a stern voice: "According to the rules of the competition, the loser can continue to challenge the winning side. The disciple begs the elder to agree."

The referee elder nodded: "No, but the consent of the original victorious party."

"Since you want to die, I will let you die happily! I agree!"

Before the referee elder finished speaking, Meng Su could not help but shout with a rampant evil fire. The other eight peak disciples all looked short when they saw Qingyun Peak. Qingyun Peak was not afraid of anyone under the same cultivation level, not to mention that he was a whole small realm higher than the boy who was ignorant of the sky and earth. In addition to crushing, he could not think of the second possibility. He wanted the Tianxiu Peak, who was ignorant of the sky, to know what an ant on the earth and what an eagle on the sky!

The disciples of Tianxiufeng were all angry when they heard Meng Su's arrogant roar, but when they saw that Chang Xi and Cheng Yi were both in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, they couldn't help but feel a little worried about Chang Xi again. After all, Cheng Yi had no power to fight back in Meng Su's hands, so what could Chang Xi do? If they lose this game, Tianxiufeng would be included in the loser group and there would be no place to turn over.

"Qingyun Peak, Mengsu."

"Tianxiufeng, Chang Xi."

Stepping out, Chang Xi looked at the worries and uneasiness on the faces of the disciples of Tianxiu Peak. His eyes swept over Mengsu's blood-stained fists, no longer suppressing the fierceness that was almost sucking in his heart. A cold and harsh voice sounded in Mengsu's ears.

"Three breaths, if you can still stand, I will lose."

Meng Su narrowed his eyes when he heard this. As soon as he was about to make a sound, his eyes suddenly opened to the extreme and could not believe what he saw in front of him. In his vision, Chang Xi, who was originally standing still, disappeared in the next moment. Meng Su was shocked and retreated backward without hesitation. His eyes were immediately covered with spiritual power, and what he saw in front of him made him fall into an ice cave.

A ghost figure that pulled out a series of afterimages was next to him, following him like a shadow.

"One breath."

The ghostly figure's low whispers exploded in Mengsu's ears like thunder. A howling iron fist shrank sharply in Mengsu's pupils and expanded infinitely. Mengsu pulled up his arms to protect his chest, and it lit up a blue sky.

"Bang!"

The sound of bone cracks that made people cold and resounded throughout the audience. The blue light of the Spirit Protection Technique extinguished and shattered the moment it touched the fist. A punch wrapped in a terrifying force knocked Meng Su's arms into a strange arc.

"impossible!"

The top ten disciples in the Qingyun Peak seat in the stands screamed in shock. They could not see Chang Xi's actions just now. They only felt that Chang Xi had already appeared beside Mengsu. Even they could hear the broken bones clearly. What a powerful force could it be to swing a punch? If they asked themselves, it would be impossible to take the punch. Seeing that there was a one-sided situation on the field, everyone could not hold back and looked at Senior Brother Chen Shuo, the number one in the outer sect, and their expressions stagnated.

Because they saw that Senior Brother Chen Shuo, who had always been lazy, had already sat upright inadvertently, his eyes full of solemnity.

Meng Su staggered backwards, his face no longer as arrogant as before. The severe pain on his distorted arms made him wake up a lot. He had only felt the feeling of powerlessness of the huge gap once in the hands of Senior Brother Chen Shuo, but he never thought that there were such people in Tianxiu Peak. Why hadn't you heard of it before?

Meng Su's eyes were filled with fear, and he turned his head to claim the referee elder, but he was frightened to see an indescribable force rushing between his chest and lungs. His mouth tried hard to open, but he could no longer vomit anything except blood.

Chang Xi's feet moved to the extreme, and then flashed to Mengsu's side again, jumped up in the air, and his right foot brought a gust of hissing wind to rush on Mengsu.

"Two breaths."

The sobbing Meng Su flew out like a cannonball and hit the ban set up around the jade platform of the martial arts field. The collision almost shattered Meng Su's bones, with a full 20,000 kilograms of powerful force coming, and anyone had such a miserable end. Although this injury was nothing under Qi Fengfeng's magical doctor, the psychological shadow left was enough to make him suffer from his inner demons on the path of cultivating immortality and unable to move forward.

Meng Su fell down the barrier formed by the ban without any force. Chang Xi moved out a dozen feet away again in an instant with another exclamation from everyone. He suddenly stood beside Meng Su. Two extremely long spiritual powers gathered between his nose like whales sucking a rainbow. A series of sound waves that were almost visible to the naked eye gathered in Chang Xi's mouth, and the sea of ​​blood boiled in his chest rushed straight into the sky, which condensed into the golden dragon that he had seen that day!

"roar!"

As if the prehistoric world was coming, a slightly tender but endless majestic dragon roar sounded in the martial arts field. The disciples with weak cultivation could not shake themselves in the dragon roar. The spirit beasts beside the disciples of the Beast Control Peak were trembling, and the eyes of the peaks on the nine mats were trembling, and the eyes of the spirit beasts in Yueyou's hand were even more distant.

Meng Su, who was so close to him, had already turned pale and fainted completely by Long Yin Guan's ears. When Chang Xi wanted to raise his hand again, he found that his right arm was tightly pinched by a force and could not move. Looking back, the referee elder was next to him.

The referee elder glanced at Chang Xi and said, "If your punch is firm, he will really die."

"I don't know the importance of the disciple's actions, so I'll ask the elder to blame him." The fierce murderous intent in my heart gradually calmed down, and Chang Xi vomited all the turbid air in his chest and bowed to the referee elder.

The referee elder didn't say much and said loudly: "Tianxiufeng, Chang Xi wins!"

A brief silence in the martial arts field immediately erupted with cheers that echoed through the sky. The spell of "Qingyun Peak Invincible" was finally broken, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of tens of thousands of disciples in Qingyun Mountain, and exhaling the emotions accumulated in their hearts.

While cheering, the disciples of each peak were even more frightened by Chang Xi's terrifying strength. Meng Su, the top five outside sects of Qingyun Peak, could not last for three breaths in Chang Xi's hands. What kind of terrifying strength is this? A sharp-eyed disciple even showed that Chang Xi did not draw his sword from beginning to end, which only increased their awe for Chang Xi.

The disciples of Tianxiu Peak cried with joy. After such a twists and turns, Tianxiu Peak was finally only one last victory after entering the winner group.

Chang Xi looked up at the other nine contestants in the Qingyun Peak seat and swept them one by one. Several people were swept by Chang Xi, and their sharp eyes made their cheeks hurt, and only a few could look at them. Facing Chang Xi's eyes, Chen Shuo's eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what they were thinking.

As the referee elder lit two of the last dozen jade plaques in front of him, the sound of Tianxiu Peak's final battle sounded loudly.

"Tianxiufeng, Chang Xi."

"Zangdao Peak, Chang'an."

Amid the focus of the audience, a figure in the Zangdao Peak camp slowly stood up, and the cold knife intention slashed a path that no one could approach in the sound, and walked to Chang Xi slowly. The two looked at each other and smiled, just like the first meeting in front of Kuixing Pavilion.
Chapter completed!