Three days later, the real final finally began.

Because of Xiao Chu's awkward relationship before, this time Su Xian didn't dare to let Xiao Chu stay in the room and wait for her to come back, so he simply brought the puppet to the venue and let Xiao Chu sit with a group of empty cicada sect disciples. The disciples of the Empty Cicada Sect looked even more nervous than Su Xian, and sent Su Xian all the way to the venue of the competition, and Su Xian couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it.

After some process, the bell for the start of the competition finally rang.

In the past few days, Su Xian is not unprepared, after seeing the competition between Feng Qingqing and Feng Yao Chu that day, Su Xian immediately asked Mu Shuliang about the formation and spells, Su Xian is not proficient in these things of the Daomen, and she only followed Chu Qingjiu in the Xuanyue Sect for a while, so she was not too sure about the wind Qingqing.

The competition officially began, but no one made a move, Feng Qingqing stood opposite Su Xian from afar, but he bowed his head lightly towards Su Xian, and there was a smile on his cold face.

Su Xian saw the fanaticism in the eyes of the other party, it was an indescribable fanaticism. Feng Qingqing is different from the rest of the people who came to participate in the Xuantian test this time, he usually looks cold and indifferent, and he can't see how eager he is for the victory of the Xuantian test, when he was in the second competition, he even took the initiative to give up the opportunity to enter the finals to Xiaoliu, but now, his eyes are full of fanaticism.

It was a kind of madness for martial arts, and it had nothing to do with winning or losing.

This kind of talent is the most difficult to deal with.

Su Xian sighed in his heart, knowing that Feng Qingqing was really looking forward to this competition, he was looking forward to fighting with a strong man, maybe the purpose of his coming here was so simple, he just wanted to have a good fight. But for Su Xian, she can't be so free, she only came here for the purpose of tracing the soul bead.

Just hoping to be able to divide the winner quickly, Su Xian lowered his eyes slightly, raised his hand and summoned the Qihuang flute.

is different from when dealing with Xiaoliu, since Feng Qingqing is good at formations, she will use the rhythm of music to deal with it, and see how he will deal with it.

Su Xian blew the Qihuang flute, and the sound of the flute was clear and far, and it spread throughout the entire field in an instant.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the sound blade condensed and formed from the air, and there was no abnormality to the naked eye, but the flow of the air suddenly changed its way, and all of them attacked towards the place where Feng Qingqing was standing!

A ray of surprise flashed in Feng Qingqing's eyes, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. What he is good at is the formation, Su Xian has also seen his skills, compared with Xiao Liu and other people who are good at swords, it is not worth mentioning, but now that Su Xian is playing the flute, he did not correspond to the formation he is best at, but pulled out the long sword he had been wearing from his waist.

Su Xian's flute kept sounding, playing gently, but he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Feng Qingqing, what is this going to do?

Even Su Xian couldn't understand it.

"Feng Qingqing will be a swordsmanship?" At this time, everyone standing outside the field watching the game was also shocked, Xiaolan couldn't help but gasp, and turned back to Mu Shuliang to ask.

Mu Shuliang, as the person with the strongest ability and the most extensive knowledge in the entire Empty Cicada Sect, seems to have become the commentary of the junior brothers and sisters of the Empty Cicada Sect, seeing this, he shook his head and said: "As far as I know, Feng Qingqing has not been able to practice swordsmanship since he was a child due to physical problems, and although his body has improved later, he is also older, and it is too late to practice swords. ”

"What did he draw his sword for?" Yao Lan didn't understand, "Does he want to use that three-legged cat's swordsmanship to fight Ah Xian?" ”

Mu Shuliang shook his head, as if he was aware of it, and said, "I'm afraid it's not swordsmanship." ”

"It's also a formation, it's just a trick." Feng Yaochu also walked over, staring at Feng Qingqing in the field with a bad face: "His attainments in formation techniques are indeed extremely high, but he can't fully exert himself because of his own strength." When he said this, he was silent for a while and couldn't help but add, "If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be idle and bored to play so many tricks on these formations." ”

While everyone was talking, Feng Qingqing was already dancing his sword in the field.

His sword dancing movements are very beautiful, the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect wear wide robes and wide sleeves, his clothes are flying, his sleeves are swaying, and the long sword reflects the sun, illuminating the sword-dancing person like a scene in a painting. Just a person who knows a little bit of swordsmanship can see that his swordsmanship is just a show, flashy, no strength in his hands, except for good looks, it has no effect.

But Su Xian knew that although this sword technique seemed useless, it actually just restrained her flute sound.

Her sound blade was close to Feng Qingqing, and she was immediately repelled by the seemingly weak and weak sword wind, and after playing the song in one hand, she couldn't even get close to him.

Su Xian kept staring at Feng Qingqing, looking at his sword moves, as well as his sword. That sword is not an ordinary sword, Su Xian couldn't help frowning after seeing it clearly, the structure of the sword is very strange, although it seems to be no different from an ordinary sword, in fact, there is a hollow on the sword body, and the sword blade cuts through the air with the movement of the sword, and it actually forms an invisible sound blade, which is against Su Xian's flute sounds, between the two, it is still Feng Qingqing is slightly better.

Knowing that Feng Qingqing's routine is to defend as an offense, just like when he fought against Feng Yaochu, he seemed to be defending, but in fact he had invisibly laid out a killing formation, Su Xian knew that this battle would not last long, she couldn't see what Feng Qingqing had in mind for the time being, but she also knew that it would not be a good thing for a long time, so she made a quick decision, and turned the song around, and the song "Spring Cold" swept away the killing meaning of the battlefield, and the song was tactful, like the cold of the harsh winter, and she was full of sorrow.

However, Su Xian looked at Feng Qingqing, but saw that his expression was calm, not affected by the flute sound at all, as soon as the flute sound changed, his swordsmanship also changed again, and it was exactly the same as the flute sound, blocking Su Xian's qiē attack again!

At this time, the onlookers could be regarded as seeing the shape clearly, and Feng Yaochu's face changed greatly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Mei Ying Sword Technique!" ”

"What?" Bai Huang Candle couldn't help but be stunned.

"He used our Lingguang Sect's Plum Shadow Sword Technique." Feng Yaochu glanced at Bai Huang Candle, turned around and then looked at the sword dancers on the field, and said word by word, "I learned it from me." ”

Everyone: "......"

No one expected that Feng Qingqing would actually write down Feng Yaochu's Plum Shadow Sword Technique as it was after watching the battle with Feng Yaochu once that day! If it weren't for the fact that he had a sword style but no sword soul, he didn't know how terrifying this talent would be!

"He's a genius indeed." Seeing this, even Mu Shuliang, who has always been called a genius, couldn't help but nod.

Feng Qingqing is indeed a genius, Su Xian has to admit it, but now is not the time for her to think about these things, her expression is calm now, but her heart has already turned a thousand times.

Just when Su Xian Quyin entered the third level and was about to forcibly break through Feng Qingqing's defense, Feng Qingqing suddenly withdrew his sword.

He withdrew his sword, but instead of putting it back in its sheath, it was in front of him, and his long sword was gently raised, one hand lying in front of him, and the other hand resting on the blade. With a slight stroke, a trail of blood fell, dripping down the sword's body. The dazzling blood stained the snow-white sword body, and Feng Qingqing's hand did not stop, but he wrote on the sword body with the blood on his fingertips.

He wrote a spell, Su Xian couldn't understand it, but she had a vague bad premonition, she used the heart method to urge the flute, and forcibly urged the flute into the last paragraph, the flute was suddenly high, not as beautiful as the party, but like a scream that resounded through the venue in a flash. Countless sound blades formed a huge array from behind Su Xian, leaving no gap, blocking Feng Qingqing's forward and retreating paths, and they were going to trap and kill people!

Ran Feng Qingqing faced this sound killing array, but he did not move, he had finished writing the spell on the sword at this time, put his hand on the blade, and lightly tapped his fingertips on the blade.

In an instant, his fingertips slammed the blade of the sword, making a clanging sound like a bell echoing in the hollow.

This sound is extremely weak and shallow, but in Su Xian's ears, it is like a bell! Su Xian was shocked by this sound, and his hand holding the flute trembled, and he couldn't play it anymore!

Su Xian's face was pale, his hands were hanging down, but a wisp of blood oozed from his lips.

"This is ......" The faces of the people of the Empty Cicada Sect changed suddenly, and they didn't understand why Su Xian was suddenly injured.

Mu Shuliang's expression was also a little nervous, and there was some sincere appreciation, he was silent for a moment and finally saw the door: "Feng Qingqing drew the formation on the sword, and he blindly resisted Senior Sister Su's flute, but in fact, he was opening the formation." "Just like the thirty-six changes of Da Luo Tian that everyone saw that day, it is actually extremely difficult to open a formation, and it takes an extremely long time, so all the time in the duì of various sects, swordsmen and talismans are the way that everyone likes to use, and where these two are better than others, they care about their speed, and they can respond quickly to all changes, no matter how the opponent is, they can deal with it flexibly, and find out how to crack it.

But the formation is different, the world is so big, there are very few people who use the formation to fight against people, because it is extremely difficult for the formation mage to open the formation, because they can't hold out until the formation is fully opened, and they often lose.

But Feng Qingqing is different, he has a talent beyond others, he takes defense as an offense, can defend the opponent's offense through a simple formation, and can also take the opportunity to open the formation in defense, completely trapping the opponent in the formation he has set up. And when Fang Cai Feng Qingqing responded to Su Xian's flute, he was in the open formation.

Feng Qingqing's sword was connected with the sound blade, although it did not make a sound, it had already caused the sword body to tremble, and every time the sword body trembled, it was a sound.

In the end, he used blood as a curse and finally completed this magic circle centered on Su Xian.

"The big tone came out." Mu Shuliang said the name of this formation. "This formation is also a formation that uses music as a weapon, which can concentrate and amplify all the sounds in one place, and the sound that is too small for others is deadly for the person in the center of the formation."

Su Xian's current situation is very sad, Mu Shuliang's analysis is not wrong at all, she is in the center of the formation at this time, Feng Qingqing's fingertips flicked on the sword, and the sound reached her ears, but it was rolling thunder, as if it was going to split people's souls.

It was indeed an indescribable feeling, very uncomfortable, Su Xian felt that his sight and hearing were far away from him, and his soul was so noisy by this loud sound that he seemed to have left this body, and he was about to faint at any time. In this trance, Su Xian suddenly looked towards the empty cicada faction, and seemed to see that Xiao Chu was still sitting on her side, and the ball of light anxiously wanted to rush towards her, as if she was saying something to her.

However, Feng Qingqing's sword sound was too noisy for her to hear clearly.

She suddenly felt a little impatient in her heart.