The bath turmoil passed like this, and the next day Shirea stood at the competition site full of energy again, and there were only seven people left on the scene, and everyone went to the top three, because only when they got the top three, the rewards were different.

One of the referees stood in front of them and said, "Today's rules are the same as yesterday, one of you can get lucky with a bye, and now each of you has taken a note from the jar in my hand." ”

Shireya also took out a note from the jar and opened it lightly, and there was a circle drawn in it, and he actually got a chance to get a bye! His mind was full of excitement, and he hurriedly held up the note and shouted: "I have a bye!" ”

Everyone looked at him with envy, and they actually got a bye at this most critical moment, and one of them couldn't help but shout dissatisfiedly: "Why? He is only a spiritual priest and deserves to be eliminated the most! ”

The mentor looked at the man coldly and said, "Don't say it! Don't you know? Luck is also part of strength! ”

The man had to calm down, knowing that he wouldn't do himself any good by playing with the referee.

The match went on as usual, and Shirea saw the gorgeous fighting posture of the young man in the blue robe and long hair, and he dodged almost all of his opponent's attacks, and finally defeated his opponent with only one blow. Shirea looked at him and shuddered at the thought of possibly fighting someone so powerful.

Soon the battle ended, and the four people who were left behind stood in the center of the competition table, and the referee looked at them silently and said: "The top three of this competition will be born from you, for the sake of fairness of the game, you will draw a note from the jar in my hand, which contains four numbers from one to four, and the result of the draw is the first to the second, the third to the fourth, the winner of the two rounds of the competition will compete for the first place in the competition, and the loser will compete for the third place." With that, he went to the front of each of them and asked them to draw a note.

Shireya opened the note and saw that there was a "three" written on it, so who is the fourth? He hurriedly looked at the four people, and the young man in the blue robe showed his number, and it turned out to be "four"! Shirea trembled all over, she was really afraid of something, what was coming, the last round was drawn to great luck, but this round was drawn to bad luck.

The two sides walked onto the competition platform, and Shirea drew the Purple Moon Sword, feeling a pain in his heart: "Can I win?" But it's only hard to get on it! ”

The young man said to him, "My name is Nie Qing, a third-layer spiritual scholar, and a wind attribute spiritual cultivator, you can make any moves you want." He spoke with a very light expression, and did not take Shirea seriously at all.

Shirea was very depressed, and at the same time, he also aroused a trace of blood in his heart, as if he remembered the scene when he was separated from Kimbilly last night.

"That's right! I can't lose, or I'm sorry for Billy and sorry for my sister." Thinking of this, he saw a little more determination in Nie Qing's eyes.

But it's one thing to want to win, it's another thing to win, Nie Qing just stood there leisurely, as if his body was full of flaws, but Shireya just didn't dare to step forward, there was no way, the battle in front of this person left a deep impression on him, a feeling of invincibility.

Sweat couldn't help but slip down Shirea's head, and he gritted his teeth: "No matter, let's talk about it first!" So he raised his great sword and rushed towards the other party.

Nie Qing calmly faced Shireya who stepped forward, and only when he swung his sword and slashed before he calmly flashed, the blade of the sword slashed against his robe, just a little bit closer.

At this time, Shirea slashed through the air with a sword, but there was a feeling of vomiting blood, and he was attacked by someone so easily, and he opened up the gap.

But the strange thing was that Nie Qing didn't take the opportunity to make a move, he still looked at Shireya calmly, with a light look.

A nameless fire couldn't help but rise from Shireya's heart, and he continued to sweep the Purple Moon Sword and slash at Nie Qing's waist, but he only took a step back and easily dodged Shireya's attack.

Shireya was furious, and shouted in his mouth: "Phantom Moon Slash!" ”

A crescent-shaped sword qi swept towards Nie Qing, Nie Qing still coped with it very calmly, only to see him raise his right hand and press it forward, a small whirlwind appeared out of thin air in front of him and swept towards the sword qi, canceling each other out of the sword qi, the whirlwind blew the phantom elements apart, and the phantom moon slash was ineffective!

Sireya began to cast the Phantom Moon Divine Movement again, trying to confuse Nie Qing's sight, but this move was completely ineffective against Nie Qing, his dodge seemed to have become an instinct, and he could always calmly dodge the attack the moment Shireya slashed him.

Shirea had a hunch that this was an instinctive reaction formed after thousands of life-and-death battles, and he couldn't win at all.

Shirea slashed through the air with another sword, and hurriedly stepped aside: "What should I do?" You can't win like this," Shirea thought anxiously: "With the power of the spirit weapon?" Shireya immediately rejected his idea, because the spirit weapon could only increase his strength, and if he couldn't hit it, the outcome would still not change.

No, I still have the Heart-Piercing Sword, and the speed of the Heart-Piercing Sword can catch up with him! ”

He began to look for opportunities, and he also had a special move that he had never used in a match, and that was the Heart Piercing Sword, because in the previous match, he hadn't been difficult enough to take it out, until now he encountered an invincible enemy.

"I only have one shot." Such a thought arose in Shirea's mind.

Because although the Heart Piercing Sword has reached the realm of sword firing at will after his continuous practice, his sword speed is not enough! If one blow misses, Nie Qing will easily dodge next time.

He slashed Nie Qing a few more times, but all of them missed, and at this time he clearly saw a trace of impatience in Nie Qing's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to prepare for the next blow.

"That's the time!" Shirea's gaze was fixed on his chest, and the Purple Moon Sword stabbed forward quickly.

Nie Qing was about to send out a tornado to blow this stubborn opponent off the stage, when suddenly he felt that he was locked, and a strong murderous aura struck, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and hurriedly interrupted the trick that was brewing, and flashed to the side, but it was too late!

"Heart-piercing sword!" Shireya screamed, and the big sword dragged on the ground stabbed out like lightning, and a purple condensed beam of light shot towards Nie Qing's chest, and the speed was incredible.

Nie Qing had already clearly felt that the power of this move was terrifying, it was sent out by condensing his own Yuan Force into a line, although Xi Reya's cultivation was much lower than himself, but this kind of spiritual skill that could compress his Yuan Force into one-tenth of the original concentrated emission, the power was still beyond the limit that the third layer of the Spirit Warrior could bear!

Although he already felt the murderous aura, he was still a beat slower, and he only had time to dodge his chest, and the Heart-piercing Sword hit his shoulder, piercing his shoulder in an instant, Nie Qing looked back at his shoulder, and there was a coin blood hole on it, and it was bubbling with blood.

Shirea saw that the blow was successful, but the opponent did not fall, and hurriedly stabbed another sword.

Although Nie Qing's shoulder hurt, the experience of fighting for many years still made him react in time, and two wind whirlwinds suddenly appeared under his feet, and his figure flashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword.

Shirea then stabbed several more times, but he avoided them in the same way.

On the test bench, both suddenly stopped moving, gasping for breath, and silently looked at their opponents.

Nie Qing solemnly looked at this young man who was several years younger than himself, only cultivating at the first level of the spirit priest, and said: "You are the first person in this competition who can force me to this extent, maybe when you and I are the same cultivation, you can easily beat me, and even you still have a slight possibility of winning just now, but now there is no more, because next, I will go all out!" ”

Shireya was stunned for a moment, but then reacted and said to him firmly: "I won't admit defeat!" ”

Nie Qing took out the spirit soldier from his body, his spirit soldier was a pair of cyan double-strand thin swords, he injected yuan power into the spirit soldier, and unlike the ordinary wind element, it actually bloomed with cyan light. Shireya was very surprised, he felt that the concentration of the wind element contained in the blade had reached the extreme, and the quantitative change had produced a qualitative change.

Nie Qing said slowly: "The wind attribute yuan power in my body is different from ordinary spiritual cultivation, they have all been condensed into gang power, and then you will be able to taste their power." ”

Shireya recalled the knowledge he had seen in the book in the past, the so-called Wind Refining Gang, Gang was essentially composed of the wind element, but it was much more powerful than the ordinary wind element, it was a special yuan force formed by compressing the wind element to the extreme.

In fact, there are many such examples, such as the condensation of the fire element becomes the Yan Yuan Force, the water element condenses to become the heavy water Yuan Force, the gold element condenses to become the Xin Yuan Force, and the wood element condenses to become the Sen Yuan Force, etc., but the exercises that can condense the elements must be intermediate or above.

Realizing the power of Gang Yuan's power, Shireya hurriedly prepared for defense, but suddenly he only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and Nie Qing's figure disappeared in front of him! It's a sign of extreme speed.

He secretly screamed, "Not good! Sure enough, Nie Qing's figure appeared from the side, and he shouted: "Cross Gale Slash!" The two swords crossed and slashed, and a crossed cyan sword qi roared towards Shirea.

Seeing Nie Qing's figure disappear the moment, Shirea hurriedly used the golden bell jar, but the speed of the cross gale slash was too fast, and the golden bell jar only resisted a little, and it was scattered and shattered.

He hurriedly blocked the sword in front of him, and then the sword qi slashed at the Purple Moon Sword, Shirea only felt a strong force transmitted from the sword in his hand, and then his body flew out of the test platform like a cannonball, until the moment he landed, he realized that he had lost, and he didn't expect that the power of Gang Yuan Force was amazing, nearly twice as high as Feng Yuan Force!

Shirea was a little frustrated, but he didn't regret it, he had done his best, but the gap in strength was still too big.

"Win No. 4!" The referee announced loudly.

At this time, Arlett in the stands breathed a long sigh of relief, since the game, this apprentice has been in a state of shock, all the way through, you must know that he is only a spiritual master, there is always a degree in everything, and it is not good to exceed it.