Song Xu lost.

He returned to the cloud platform of Taibai Sect with a calm face, and he was not depressed by defeat.

Yuan Ningzi stared at him for a while, snorted coldly, and sat down.

Song Xu bowed deeply to his master, as if to express his apologies, but he didn't say anything and returned to his seat.

On the lotus platform, Ding Yucheng, who was declared victorious, had a more ugly face than Song Xu, the loser.

He was forced out by Song Xu to press the bottom of the box, which was originally prepared for the final tiebreaker. This made him realize that this time the Lotus Platform Meeting may not be as simple as he imagined. This is only the third round, and Song Xu forced him to the point where he has no way out, and then there are four and fifth rounds, and he can enter the tiebreaker after these two rounds. The opponents in the last two rounds may not be weaker than Song Xu.

This one is over, and there are only two games left in the third round.

Nineteen people, one bye, only nine games, and now there are seven.

The eighth was a mid-level female cultivator of the Extreme Yi Sect and a mid-stage monk of the Langfeng Sect. Originally, this one was also extremely exciting, but because of the one between Song Xu and Ding Yucheng, no one paid attention to it, and in the end, it was the female cultivator of the Extreme Yi Sect who was better at fighting the method that won.

Then came the final competition, and the only duel between the late monks.

"Zixiao Sword Sect, Xu Zheng, Huangfeng Academy, Nie Zhengqi."

As Yan Jun reported the names of the contestants, the atmosphere at the scene immediately became eager.

Later versus late, this is a wonderful showdown in the true sense of this Lotus Terrace Meeting.

The two went up to the lotus platform and greeted each other. Then start fighting.

Purple gas mixed with thunder light. Appears around Xu Rebellion. The purple thunder spread rapidly, forming a sea of purple thunder light around him.

Nie Zhengqi sacrificed his natal magic weapon, and the scroll was suspended in mid-air, and countless white points of light were flying around the scroll, which had never appeared in the previous two games.

Whether it is Xu Wei or Nie Zhengqi, they all know that this is a battle of life and death, and the losing side among them will become the first late-stage monk to be eliminated from this Lotus Platform Meeting.

Although they are clear. There is no shame in being defeated at the hands of the late monks, but since you are here, how can you not have the slightest intention for the leader? Besides, no one wants to admit that they are inferior to others.

As soon as Nie Zhengqi made a move, it was an out-of-phase that had not appeared in the previous two rounds, and the dotted white points of light gradually spread, forming a rivalry with the purple thunder.

On the lotus platform, the wind gradually rose. There was a shrill sound, like thunder.

The Zhuji disciples on the cloud platform could barely open their eyes. They didn't expect that at the beginning of this game, it would be so imposing, which had never been seen in the previous rounds.

In the contest between the point of light and the purple thunder, Nie Zhengqi made the first move, opened the scroll floating in front of him, tore off a page by himself, transformed into a ball of light, and counterattacked Xu.

This white light was extremely fast, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the purple thunder around it failed to cause any resistance.

Xu Wei stretched out his hand to the white light, and several sword qi carried the momentum of thunder and greeted it.

The sword light collided with the white light, and disappeared into invisibility.

Nie Zhengqi's eyes sank. In the eyes of others, his method is no different from the previous two, only he knows that in this technique, there is a hidden killing intention. It is worthy of being the beloved grandson of Zhaoming Sword Monarch, and he was born with a sword heart.

Thinking like this in my heart, my hands did not relax for a moment. The pages of the book were still torn off, turned into a spell, and flew towards Xu Hui, his sleeves shook slightly, and two streamers, one black and one white, flew out, and went straight to Xu Hui's door.

The area covered by the purple thunder was even larger, and the black and white streamers escaped into it, but they were hit squarely, slowing down their speed, and finally shot down by the sword qi.

Xu reversed his body, and suddenly the phantoms of swords rose one after another, slowly rotating around him. As soon as he flicked his sleeves, the sword shadow turned into a meteor and catapulted towards Nie Zhengqi.

There were dozens of sword shadows swept out, all of which were formed by sword qi. It is said that the sword qi is condensed to the extreme, and it will turn from virtual to real, and the appearance of these sword shadows shows that Xu Wei's sword qi is already in the process of turning real.

Except for the Zixiao Sword Sect, the high-ranking cultivators of other sects were secretly surprised. The sword becomes invisible, and the sword qi turns solid, this is the means of Yuanying sword cultivation, Xu Cheng has clearly practiced the latter half, and if this continues, when he gets married, he can be completely practiced.

Seeing the sword shadow coming, Nie Zhengqi pinched his fingers and disappeared without a trace.

Sword Shadow lost its target, circled around, and still turned.

"Invisibility?" Xu Wei said softly.

Sure enough, almost all the later monks retained the means. Nie Zhengqi's stealth technique is different from the invisibility talismans used by low-level monks, after those invisibility talismans are used, they will restrict their own movement and can only be used as a means of dealing with emergencies, but Nie Zhengqi is indeed not in place.

It's a bit of a hassle now. In the divine sense, there was no suspicious aura fluctuation at all.

"This is stealth?" On the cloud platform of the Taibai Sect, Lu Yingfeng muttered to himself, thinking about what he would do if he encountered such a situation.

Duanmu Cheng said: "I didn't expect that the Imperial Wind Academy actually had the entire book of stealth techniques. ”

"Senior Brother Duanmu, is stealth rare?" asked a lot, and Hu Zhifang was not so timid.

"Hmm." Duanmu Cheng nodded, "The cultivation conditions of the stealth technique are very harsh, and very few have been handed down, and most of them are incomplete. Seeing Nie Zhengqi show it, he doesn't show any traces, and he can move freely, even if it's not the whole book, it's almost the same. ”

"Isn't there no way to deal with that?"

Duanmu Cheng smiled and looked at Lingyu and Qian Jiale: "If it were the two of you, what would you do?" ”

Lingyu and Qian Jiale glanced at each other and said in unison: "Hit it!" ”

"Hit it out?" Hu Zhifang was puzzled.

Duanmu Cheng said: "The stealth technique is not a disappearance technique, it doesn't seem to exist zài, but it does exist zài." ”

He said it like a tongue twister, but Lu Yingfeng suddenly slapped his high-five: "I see!" ”

On the lotus platform, Xu Yi's response seemed to verify their statement.

The thunder sounded, and the finger-thick thunder pillar fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it spread all over the lotus platform, forming a sea of thunder and lightning, and the momentum was amazing.

This scene. It reminded many Yuanying monks of Zhaoming Sword Monarch. Purple gas thunder. Zhaoming Sword Monarch's special move, Purple Qi Thunder. This is the scene when it comes out, but the sound is louder and the thunder is thicker.

If you think about it carefully, this purple qi thunder is really the best way to deal with stealth techniques.

The thunder light became denser and denser, Xu Wei suddenly turned around, and a sword qi shot out.

Just as his sword qi arrived, Nie Zhengqi's figure appeared half-empty and half-ground.

He didn't dare to block Xu Shun's sword qi. The natal magic weapon was thrown, turning into a piece of white light, and in the white mang, there seemed to be the sound of a book sounding, and under the rhythmic rhythm, a white light mask was formed.

"Snort-" The sword qi intersected with the light mask, slowly advancing a few inches, and finally dissipated.

At the same time, the mask was crumbling and difficult to maintain.

The Late Friars are the Late Friars in the end. When Nie Zhengqi was injured, he still steadily blocked the blow.

Seeing that the mask could no longer be maintained. Nie Zhengqi flipped his wrist, and a golden red pen appeared in his hand, and a vivid dragon was wrapped around the barrel, and the dragon's mouth was open, which was the position of the pen tip.

He picked up the pen and wrote extremely fast in the air, the strokes formed a golden seal character text, and finally drew a circle in a chic manner, and with a dragon groan, the seal character text was pushed out, as if the dragon on the pen spit out the rune.

The text of the seal was opened, turned into a large golden net, and went towards Xu Hui.

Just by looking at it, you know that this big net of culture is not trivial.

Xu Wei retreated instantly, his right hand spread out, and a sword appeared in his hand. The blade is slightly narrow, and the light is dim, which is not surprising at first glance, but when it swings, you can see a little starlight.

Lingyu's gaze froze. Xu Shun has several swords, all of which are stored in the sword box before the Dan, and after the Dan, the flying swords can be stored in the Dantian, and he no longer carries the sword box. These swords have their own useful uses, and under normal circumstances, he will only produce the Purple Thunder Sword. Nie Zhengqi forced him to use other swords, which was also rare.

The long sword flicked, as if there was a starlight rushing towards him, silently, but Nie Zhengqi felt a strong pressure.

The starlight streaked, and the golden net burst open.

This sword, made of unknown materials, has the effect of restraining seal-like spells.

The seal character was broken, but Nie Zhengqi didn't stop, he waved the brush in his hand again, wrote a fixed word, and pushed it out.

This fixed character text turned into a golden circle of light and went towards Xu Backwards.

Xu Wei shook the sword in his hand again and slashed towards the aperture.

On the cloud platform of Taibai Sect, Qian Jiale frowned and asked Lingyu: "If this continues, Xu Zheng is afraid that the true yuan will be exhausted." ”

Sword cultivation uses True Yuan, which is much faster than other cultivators, especially the Purple Qi Thunder, which is extremely expensive at first glance.

Lingyu said: "No way, Nie Zhengqi is too stable." ”

Yes, Nie Zhengqi is the kind of monk who has a very solid mind and foundation, and for sword cultivation, it is a difficult bone to gnaw. Attack it, he has a stable foundation and many means, if he is dragged by him before the true yuan is exhausted, it will become more and more difficult to fight, and he is more and more brave the more he fights.

"If it were you, what would you do?" After thinking about it for a long time, Qian Jiale couldn't see how to deal with it, so he asked Lingyu.

Lingyu chuckled: "It's a mistake to ask me, I'm a Fa cultivator." ”

Qian Jiale was speechless. How did he forget about it? She didn't have to think of any other way at all, Nie Zhengqi wanted to drag it out, there were already many true elements of law cultivation, but as long as he showed a little flaw, Lingyu could sacrifice a flying sword and take advantage of the weakness.

Nie Zhengqi on the lotus platform obviously planned to do the same, he was always steady, and kept casting spells to drag Xu Wei down.

Finally, Xu Yi was not ready to let him drag it out.

A purple sword light slipped out of his sleeve, and it made a leisurely circle like a swimming fish, stopping in front of him.

This purple qi is pure and cold, a little less enthusiastic and more awe-inspiring than the purple qi thunder just now.

For some reason, when he saw this purple qi, Nie Zhengqi suddenly felt cold. He trusted his instincts, and without hesitation, he threw the scroll, and the mighty white mangs appeared, just and pure, like mountains, like the sun and moon, and densely protected himself.

This is Haoran righteousness, the survival of Confucianism. (To be continued......)

PS: I felt very tired, so I slept all day and regained some energy. I'm sorry that there have been fewer updates in the past two days.