It lasted two days, and the first round of the competition was over, and the personnel of Longyin Academy to participate in the sect exchange competition were also selected.

On the third day, the masters of the halls of the Longyin Academy and above, and the heads of the eight major sects were all there.

Everyone greeted each other on the high platform at the top of Guanyun Peak.

"Elder Liu has been doing lately, but the old man still wants to compete with you again!"

"The old man's body is naturally healthy, is there any whereabouts of the blue blood golden lotus that Elder Gu didn't get before?"

"Hmph, didn't you get it, let a worldly Soul Pavilion shoot away!"

"Elder Gu's temperament should not be so big, now we have to watch this group of disciples compete, don't get angry in the end!"

At this moment, the Sect Master of the Lingyun Sect, the head of the Eight Great Sects, stepped forward and said, "Quiet! In the second round of the individual competition of this sect exchange competition, I will read out the rules of the competition!"

"Since the second round, each person will have three competitions per day, five points for each win of a competition, three points will be deducted for losing a competition, and two games will be eliminated if they lose two, and the points will be counted in the sect, and finally the total points of everyone will be determined, and the top three will be determined according to the total number of points!"

"Now the competition begins, and find the ring with your name written on it!"

"Yes!"

At the sound of the order, the disciples of the various sects and the disciples of the Dragon Yin Academy began to look for their respective rings.

Shuttling between the rings, Murong Yue finally found his ring, and the first line read: Murong Yue of the Heavenly Hall of the Dragon Yin Academy fought against Sun Jiang, an inner disciple of the Lingyun Sect.

The two bowed to each other and exchanged names, and Sun Jiang took out a big knife and slashed at Murong Yue, intending to strike first.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and he immediately took out the ice soul from the ring to resist, this Sun Jiang is the fifth stage of Jindan, which is higher than Murong Yue's real realm, if you want to win this game, you must come up with some real skills.

And she also intends to try the first form of the Lost Sword Spectrum - the Sword of the Waves in this scene.

After several temptations, Sun Jiang finally determined that Murong Yue's strength was in the fourth stage of Jindan, so he no longer left his hand, and the spiritual power gushed out from the dantian, and wound the big knife in his hand according to a certain law.

When the onlookers saw Sun Jiang use this move, they couldn't help but say loudly, "Senior Brother Sun made this move, I'm afraid that the person named Murong Yue will be defeated!"

"Where do you start with this, Murong Yue is just a little disadvantaged, how can he be defeated?"

"I am from Lingyun Sect, Sun Jiang is my senior brother, he used this trick even if it was the fifth stage of Jindan, it would take a lot of effort to take it, but this Murong Yue is clearly only a mere fourth stage of Jindan, and he has been entangled with Senior Brother Sun for so long, I am afraid that her spiritual power will not be much left. ”

At this moment, Murong Yue took out two five-grade spirit pills from the ring and swallowed them, and the spiritual power in the dantian area was immediately filled.

The aura in the dantian gushed out as if it didn't want money, and it was tightly bound to the Ice Soul Sword.

"This, this, this...... Murong Yue shouldn't want to take Senior Brother Sun's trick by force, right? Although she is full of spiritual power after eating the Spirit Pill, she is one realm apart from Senior Brother Sun!"

Sun Jiangqing shouted, "Shuofeng Knife Method: First Style!"

Then he released the spiritual power in the shape of a brown big knife from the big knife in his hand, and attacked Murong Yue, the wind hunted, as if this big knife fell in front of him.

At this moment, the long sword in Murong Yue's hand was also condensed, and he shouted, "Canglan Sword!"

The ice soul instantly revealed a piercing coldness, and the spiritual power condensed into an ice-blue long sword, as if there was the sound of water murmuring, and there were stormy waves hiding in it.

As soon as this move came out, everyone who originally thought that Murong Yue would be defeated was also a little undecided in their hearts at this time.