Chang'an didn't know that Long Yin was just a move that Chang Xi accidentally realized. At present, it can only shock Xiao Xiao with its power. Previously, it used Long Yin to Meng Su just to defeat his mind in one fell swoop. Such a move that consumed the power of the sea of ​​blood had no essential attack power. Looking at Chang'an's face and the solemn sword technique in his hands, you can tell that his mind is firm, so Chang Xi will naturally not waste his efforts.

At the height of the stands, Yu Han went from being absent-minded at the beginning to being focused, and even she couldn't remember the surprises. From Chang Xi's three breaths to the arrogant Mengsu who ended the worldly genius of Zangdao Peak, the fierce and sharp moves and the howling swords and sword shadows all brought her great sensory impact.

She asked herself, was this really a showdown between two disciples in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm? If they were to say that these were two Jindan cultivators, someone would believe it? Yu Han looked at Xin Tong and saw that the ice on the face that was so cold that it was impossible to square, gradually transformed, and there was only the figure of that person in the depths of Qiu Shui's eyes.

The two of them were anxious about offense and defense, and they had to interact with each other, but their spiritual power was gradually lost. If they continued to stalemate, they would have to end up with a draw, which was something that neither of them wanted to see.

Chang Xi's feet were moving at the same time, and he broke free from his body first. He felt a move in his heart, thinking about the various things that Qingfeng and himself taught that day and night, and his mind had already made a decision. Although he had never seen the method of locking the qi, Chang Xi did it very smoothly. Under the traction of spiritual power, Chang'an, who stood with a knife, seemed to have a little magnified in Chang Xi's eyes. At this moment, the complex flow of spiritual power between the fields could be seen clearly with his eyes.

Chang Xi was overjoyed and jumped up more than ten feet. A green light flashed across the storage bag on his waist, and the jade waist bow was in his hand. As all the spiritual power surged between his fingers, Yuehong put it on the bow and started several thunder arcs, and an inexplicable fierceness spread from the sword that was only two fingers wide.

"Star-falling style!"

The rioting spiritual power on the jade waist bow rendered the moon rainbow into dazzling white, and the 20,000 kilograms of force pulled the bow into a full moon. As the fingertips trembled slightly, a sword intent that seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth went straight to the Chang'an face!

Chang'an's face changed, and he felt a shocking sharpness piercing his eyes. In a trance, it seemed that his whole body was pierced by sharp sword energy, and the blood was flowing away and he fell under the sword.

Bite the tip of his tongue, and the blood echoed in his mouth pulled Chang'an back to reality, and in just a moment he wet his long gown behind him. He did not retreat but advanced instead of retreating. He pulled out the bony bone knife behind him with his backhand, allowing the disgusting bloody smell to cover his whole body instantly, and the golden phantom of the dragon elephant behind him was dyed blood red.

The murderous intent in the bone knife was restless, and several blood lines flowed into Chang'an's eyes. There were many lines in the world in Chang'an's eyes, including thick and thin, dense. In the bloody eyes, the lines of most disciples on the stands were as thin as silk, and the lines of a few disciples were as thick as fingers. The lines that appeared above the heads of several people sitting in the Qingyun Peak seat were as thick as arms.

That is a fate that others cannot see.

Before his intention was moved, his body went first. The bone knife in Chang'an's hand trembled rapidly, and the roar of corpses and blood slashed towards Yuehong. Only then did Chang'an look at Yuehong's bloody eyes at Yuehong, trying to see clearly the fate line on the Yuehong sword and cut it off with one knife. But with just one glance, there was no trace of color in the bloody eyes, only endless gray decay.

"What is that?!"

Chang'an's eyes were bleeding and tears, and he screamed loudly. The bone knife in his hand fell to the ground. The blood-red dragon elephant phantom behind him collapsed, and his breath suddenly became extremely depressed.

In a moment, Chang'an caught a glimpse of what he couldn't believe.

The fate of the sword was so complicated that it was not like a thing in the world. It seemed that in the world was bound by a large net, only a piece of invisible grayness filled his eyes. In the darkness, a long golden thread was connected between Chang Xi and Yuehong, and the other end was faintly rushing to the nine heavens. With just this glance, he squeezed out all his spiritual power, and even the spiritual platform was shaking. If he hadn't cut off the audio-visual in time, he would have been afraid that he would have exhausted all his essence and blood in one breath. However, the sword in front of him would have never been blocked again.

"What's going on!"

The situation on the field was changing rapidly. Countless disciples in the stands suddenly stood up, not knowing what they had given birth. Even Chen Shuo, who had just adjusted his mentality, was suddenly thrust in his heart and stood up in shock.

At this moment of indifference, the figure of the referee elder was standing in front of Chang'an at some point. Chang'an's state could not be hidden from the referee elder with a high level of cultivation. Since the outcome was decided, this almost killing blow naturally required him to block Chang'an and reach out to grab the oncoming sword light. But his eyelids trembled, and behind the dazzling sword light, the roaring sound under Chang Xi's feet was not inferior to the sword force at all, and he actually caught up with Yuehong who was coming out of the string!

Chang Xi felt very regretful.

He knew the power of this move, but he knew the best. He could penetrate dozens of feet of hard rocks with one sword. However, he had not practiced for a long time, and most of the skills he mastered were learned by himself. In a hurry, he could only think of this move to break the current situation. But when he saw that Chang'an had lost all his combat power for some reason, he was very anxious and thought about how to save the sword. Jinghong unknowingly took the eighth step.

Then he first came to the sword that wanted to chase Lixian. Chang Xi grabbed the hilt of Yuehong's sword with his backhand. The power of the sea of ​​blood was surging in his palm. He tried desperately to change the trajectory of Yuehong's shooting. Finally, in a roar, he staggered the trajectory when the sword tip touched the referee's elder's palm and shot straight into the green jade face. When the sword energy dissipated, Yuehong was deeply embedded in the green jade face.

Chang Xi quickly helped Chang'an up and saw that Chang'an had fallen into a coma. Seeing this, the referee said, "Don't worry, this boy was just weak in spiritual power and hurt his mind. He could recover after a few days of recuperation." Then he waved his face off the court, and several well-trained disciples carried Chang'an off the court.

"Tianxiu Peak, Chang Xi wins!"

As the referee elder raised Chang Xi's hand high, the stands were flooded with a wave of overwhelming cheers and cheers. Today's peak showdown between swords and swords is destined to be recorded in the history of Qingyun Mountain, and no one will forget it.

Chang Xi, a newcomer who became famous in the Kuixing Pavilion trial, finally made his mark in the Jiufeng Outer Sect Competition and became the brightest star. He saved Tian Xiufeng in a desperate situation and won two points with one person's strength. A fierce and fierce attack, the extremely rare and unique sword technique and the body technique that came and went without a trace, all demonstrated his unparalleled potential.

Bathed under the cheers of victory, there seemed to be a sense of darkness. Chang Xi raised her eyes to Xin Tong who was looking away from afar. She was slightly surprised by Xin Tong's cold appearance, and couldn't help but grind out a warm curve on the corner of her mouth, deeply engraved the beautiful figure in a black dress in her eyes, and raised her fist high, which was his promise.
Chapter completed!