As soon as the male cultivator finished speaking, he stood aside.

Immediately afterwards, a male cultivator in a strong suit suddenly appeared in the ring.

In his hand was a long sword that fluttered gray, and his slender body looked thick and solid, without the slightest appearance of a soul body.

"That sword is his soul soldier, Daoist friends should be careful!" The referee reminded him and announced the start of the challenge.

Ye Qingyue couldn't do what he was like condensing his soul, so he pulled a branch from under his feet. After a little operation, the "spiritual power" was full, and there was no sense of stagnation. I don't know how they did it.

Ye Qingyue took the lead and used the Shocking Footwork, and the branches in his hands were infused with spiritual power, which looked as sharp as a real sword.

The sword and the man rushed towards the man in the strong suit, the tip of the sword pointed straight at his throat.

The male cultivator took a step back, and the gray sword in his hand crossed in front of him.

With a crisp sound, two "swords" that were not swords intersected, and each other's strength was not small, and Ye Qingyue felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth.

Sure enough, there is a bit of a doorway! She felt a pang in her heart. Although Fang Cai also had the intention of temptation, she did not leave much room for her move.

The opponent's strength is not weak, and when the soul soldier swings out, the cold aura is skull, but it feels like it is not fundamentally different from the swordsmanship she usually sees.

She put her mind at ease, the branch in her hand slashed along the blade of the opponent's sword, but her body rose lightly, standing upside down in midair, and the branch in her hand slashed straight above the head of the man in the suit.

This sword does not look weak, and the wind it brings is as cold as a blade. The man in the suit didn't dare to take it hard. The short man dodged away.

But Ye Qingyue's move was a false move, I saw that her body was in mid-air as if there were no bones, and suddenly folded, and the sword blade pressed down for a long time, forcing it to the top of the head of the man in the strong suit.

The man in the power suit was caught off guard, and at the critical moment, he rolled on the spot to avoid the cold sword blade.

"Good swordsmanship!" The male cultivator, who was the referee, cheered.

At this time, Ye Qingyue had already landed in the ring, and her figure flashed. It is the most unpredictable shape-shifting and transposition method in the footwork. In an instant, more than a dozen swords were stabbed from different directions.

As soon as the branch in her hand touched it, it was often only the sword qi of the branch that approached the body of the man in the strong suit a little, and then she had already withdrawn. By the time the man in the suit tried to parry, she had already stabbed another sword from another direction.

It's a way to save effort. At this time, the body of the man in the power suit has begun to have a transparent feeling. In Ye Qingyue's fluttering figure before and after. Fleeing in embarrassment.

The corners of Ye Qingyue's mouth smiled faintly that was not easy to be noticed. The branch in his hand swirled, and suddenly he threw it out of his hand. Just as the branch flew towards the heart of the male cultivator in the suit, her fingertips flickered again and again. In the ring underfoot, vines and thorns are overgrown.

She is a wood spirit root, and there is a big tree at her feet. How can we not make good use of such unique conditions?

"The brain is flexible!" The male cultivator, who was the referee, praised it.

I saw the barbed branches of those saints snaking up the body of the man in the power suit, and then, through blood-red buds, emerged from among the branches. The buds trembled and bloomed, red and bright, like pools of blood solidified in the blue color.

The man in the power suit, surrounded by these strange flowers, had a painful look on his face. His screams mingled with the howls of ghosts and wolves in the rolling blood mist around him, and the scene was bloody and terrifying.

This scene was obviously unexpected by Ye Qingyue. The color of those flowers is getting more and more abundant, but the figure of the man in the power suit is getting more and more empty. Finally, like a bubble floating in the air, it was blown by the wind and dissipated.

The male cultivator, who was the referee, clapped his hands lightly.

"Yes, the response is very fast, and the body is excellent. It's a solid foundation, but I underestimate you! He blinked and smiled, "The next one won't be as easy to get away with!" ”

Ye Qingyue didn't ask much, she was hurrying to adjust her breathing.

"Good news for you, there is a reward for winning three games in a row."

The words fell, and there was one more man in gold armor in the ring. What he held in his hand was a long golden knife.

"Let's get started!" The male nun who was the referee said briefly.

The speed of the gold-armored male cultivator is very fast, and as soon as he comes up, he is attacking. Ye Qingyue didn't dare to be careless, she didn't take it hard, but relied on her body to dodge the blow.

The long knife slashed through her side, and the cold aura on the blade was like substance, scraping half of her body numb.

What a domineering knife technique. She gave a secret compliment.

The figure flickered, not confronting the golden-armored man head-on, looking ahead, suddenly behind, is it looking at the gap of the golden-armored monk's shot, coldly stabbing a sword from the dead corner, and the two blows seem to be a comparable scene.

After more than a dozen moves, Ye Qingyue's moves suddenly changed drastically.

The branch in his hand came out of his hand, and he did not dodge or dodge the golden blade. The fingertips were punched, and the vines swarmed up again.

The golden armor of the golden-armored male cultivator suddenly flashed with golden light, as if an invisible knife swept past him. His long knife was temporarily entangled in his opponent's branch sword, and the vines around him were slashed and scattered one by one, and a blue and blue rain fell in the blood mist.

Clinker, Ye Qingyue actually took advantage of the moment when the sword was entangled in the long knife and bullied forward.

The middle finger and index finger curled slightly, and several sword qi emitted, directly hitting several key points exposed by the golden armor monk outside the battle armor. At the same time, he stood like a knife and slashed at the shoulder of the golden-armored monk.

This kind of method seems to be the martial arts of mortals.

The golden armor monk's body trembled involuntarily, and the golden light of the armor was even better, blocking Ye Qingyue's figure three feet away from his body.

Ye Qingyue didn't mean to get close again at all, her palm slid down his shoulder and elbow, and at some point, a sharp wooden thorn had been condensed with spiritual power, and it was inserted straight into the wrist of the golden armor monk.

Then, the palm of his hand changed to a grasp, and the splitter dodged the long knife of the golden-armored monk, and the whole person slid backwards like a loach.

The referee in the stands was dumbfounded: "What a wonderful person!" ”

Such a kung fu of grabbing the white blade empty-handed, Ye Qingyue remembered. There are often worldly martial arts and body methods, but in the cultivation world, which relies heavily on spells, no one cares about it.

Speaking of which, she didn't have a suitable blade in her hand, and she suffered a lot in the ring. The Golden Armor Monk's golden knife seemed to be of good quality, and she had planned to take it for herself.

Lost the golden sword, the combat power of the golden-armored monk. He's not one to fight with his bare hands. At that moment, he condensed a short knife that fluttered in ashes and continued to attack Ye Qingyue.

Ye Qingyue used the knife as a sword and slashed into the air. Slashed at the golden-armored monk with all his might.

This golden knife looks exactly the same as the golden armor. I don't know, with the spear of the other, the shield of the trap, what is the result?

"Choke!" There was a loud bang. and sparks ignite at the intersection of the golden sword and the golden armor.

The armor of the Golden-Armored Monk seems to be fine. But Ye Qingyue was obviously aware of it. The Golden Armor Monk's body trembled suddenly, and the Golden Armor actually had a tendency to crack the area.

In one go, she swung more than a dozen knives with all her strength without stopping. Knives and knives with all their might.

Although she doesn't understand the so-called knife technique, she knows a momentum.

After more than a dozen knives, the armor of the golden-armored monk shattered like crisp glass, and the long knife slashed straight into the golden-armored monk's body, and the golden-armored monk screamed miserably, just like the previous strong-suit male cultivator, and dissipated into the blood-colored mist.

The male cultivator, who was the referee, looked at the long knife in Ye Qingyue's hand approvingly and said, "Daoist friends are clever, but this third challenger is not easy to deal with!" ”

When the words fell, there was an extra teenager with delicate eyebrows on the stage.

The young man was dressed in a white robe with a jade belt around his waist. Her dark hair is tied up with a golden crown, and she looks very handsome.

The beautiful men Ye Qingyue has seen are not less. This person's handsomeness is somewhat similar to Chonghua's, but it does not have his obvious fox-like charm, but instead has a sense of clarity.

This is a handsome young man with a taste of innocence, his eyes are like a deer in the mountains, clear and clear, and he seems to have never been contaminated by a trace of vulgar dust.

Ye Qingyuezhi glanced at it, but her heart became more and more vigilant.

The young man smiled shyly, and at some point there was a jade flute in his hand, and he put the jade flute to his mouth and blew it gently.

Ye Qingyue put the long knife aside, and as before, pulled a branch decorated with dense leaves from under her feet.

The moment the whistle sounded, she also rushed out.

However, the moment the flute sounded, she disappeared from the young man's forehead.

One flower after another bloomed in mid-air, and the quiet and elegant sound of the flute seemed to come from the sky, and the vast blood mist was gone, and the ghost crying ape was gone. Everywhere you look, there is a sea of flowers, and even the sweet fragrance is vivid.

"This scene is quite similar to the scene of the first layer of her swordsmanship, the illusory sea flower!" Ye Qingyue said secretly.

The sword in her hand didn't stop, as if she had unintentionally drawn an arc in her hand.

I saw countless green leaves fluttering, and the green leaves were like flying knives, meeting the flowers that fluttered and swayed.

The flowers are scattering, and the green leaves are fluttering in the sea of flowers.

The quiet sound of the flute is ethereal and clear, and the light fragrance is refreshing.

This was an extremely beautiful scene, but Ye Qingyue seemed to see nothing. She stared up at the mottled sky, and suddenly struck, the branch in her hand shooting towards the sun in the blue sky.

The flute turned.

From the quiet and elegant clear and ethereal, to the dull and dreary black clouds crushing the city.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the flowers and leaves were no longer visible.

The flute sounded like a war drum, beating on people's hearts.

It is like the angry cry of thousands of trapped beasts, like the heart-pounding pain when the country is ruined and the family is destroyed.

It was a kind of heaviness that can only be expressed by life or death, intertwined with indescribable anger and sorrow that could not shed tears.

It's despair. Despair without hope.

Ye Qingyue seemed to have seen the beast tide battlefield she had experienced again.

Alive, dead, human or beast everywhere. The white bones are frosty, and the blood is full of yellow dust.

A voice whispered in his ear, "Are you scared?" ”

There was a face smiling in the faint color of blood: "Leave me alone! ”

Her heart shrank suddenly. But the little clarity in his heart was not dissipated, he raised his head angrily, and the branches in his hands rattled.

The long sword broke through the air, and a blue and blue sword light suddenly lit up, cutting through the darkness of a city.

She is not afraid of death, nor is she afraid of new life.

The sound of the flute turned again, from the dreary darkness of the wind and rain to the endless lingering sorrow.

Low and tactful, dripping and twisting.

One tone is happy to be melancholy, one fold is full of joy and one fold of resentment.

It seems to have returned to more than ten years ago, in the beautiful Fenghua Pavilion, her mother sat beside her, and the white-clothed and black-haired man walked towards her with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

After the song was gone, she was alone in the silent room, and a warm voice whispered in her ear: "Yue'er still has me!" ”

In the countless days and nights that followed, she also faced his smile and back countless times. The person was strict and meticulous when he taught her swordsmanship, and he was kind and instructive when he instructed her face-to-face exercises, silent but always tried his best to arrange everything behind his back. When she wanted to look back, he had always been there. He's the only one who's always there.

She realized that the bond between them had become so deep unconsciously.

The sound of the flute continues, with affection and tenderness.

It was as if there were countless invisible filaments wrapped around her heart, and tears slipped down coldly, and she trembled violently.

At a glance, there was a fluke in the dark, but the figure was like a ghost, and the wind rushed towards the source of the sound.

The flute stopped.

The branch knocked down the jade flute and pressed it against the throat of the handsome young man.

Ye Qingyue held the hand of the branch, but it seemed to be a thousand pounds of weight, and she couldn't move forward an inch.

The young man did not see a trace of panic between his eyebrows, he looked at her gently and gently, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at her like relief and regret.

"Yue'er!" The voice that seemed to sigh and love was as clear as a mountain spring, but it was like a pinprick in Ye Qingyue's ears.

The handsome young man's eyebrows and eyes are warm and Qinghua, and the words he spits out are also moving.

He looks at you so sincerely, his eyes are like spring water in March, and every ripple is affection.

Ye Qingyue's heart was boiling, she tried her best, but her body was not under her control.

An inch, just an inch.

Just an inch away, the branch in her hand could go through his throat.

But why can't it be done?

There was a warmth and ease that lured her in the eyes at hand.

"You can't hurt me, let it go!"

"Do you really want to hurt me?"

"You can't let go of the person in your heart, are you willing to be ruthless to me at this moment?"

Every muscle in Ye Qingyue's body was clamoring for unyielding.

"Just a little bit forward, a little bit!"

"There are some things that can't be so insulted by you!"

She was almost exhausted, and the hand holding the branch was shaking too hard.

"I can't let go, and I won't let go!"

Every time she ran out of strength and seemed to be about to collapse because of the loss of her whole body, she reminded herself like this in her heart.

It turns out that the power that can be condensed by a person's will is often to surprise people.

Ye Qingyue felt that a long, long time had passed, but in fact, it was only a short quarter of an hour.

The hand holding the branch finally lightened, and the branch suddenly stepped forward.

The branches of the trees passed through the throat like a sharp sword.

There was no blood flowing out, and the handsome young man, like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water, was blown away by the wind.

The handsome dreamlike boy disappeared, and only the jade flute fell at Ye Qingyue's feet.

Ye Qingyue felt that this battle was much more tiring than the previous two games combined.

She picked up the jade flute on the ground, and said to herself, I don't know if there is time to buffer. (To be continued......)