Jian Xiuyang, who was standing at the gate of Murong Yue's courtyard, watched Murong Yue and the Northern Immortal Monarch enter the house, and watched the lights in the house go out.

After a long time, I left here with heavy steps.

On the second day, the tenth round of the competition began, and due to the elimination of the previous rounds, there were only twelve disciples who had participated in the final round.

Therefore, a new elimination system was adopted to determine the top three.

"In this sect exchange competition, the last round of the individual competition, the winner of the first game can get five points, a total of six people, the second victory can get ten points, a total of three people, the third game will be the first triangle competition, the first place will be fifty points, the second place, twenty-five points, and the third place will be fifteen points. ”

The score difference in this game is so large, it is the key to a comeback for the sect that has tight points.

The difference between the Dragon Yin Academy, which is currently in the first place, and the Lingyun Sect in the second place is only twenty points, and the difference between the Shangyang Sect and the Lingyun Sect in the third place is fifty points.

In the first two games, Murong Yue and the Northern Immortal Monarch Evil won with difficulty, and in the third game, the Northern Immortal Monarch had a bye, and Murong Yue met Wu Duofeng, the only one who had lost in the previous rounds of competition.

As soon as he got on the field, Wu Duofeng said disrespectfully: "Yo! Isn't this the delicate beauty? If I'm not mistaken, you should be called Murong Yue, right?"

"Let's get started. Murong Yue frowned.

The eyes of the Northern Immortal Monarch looking at Wu Duofeng were very unkind, if their eyes could kill, this Wu Duofeng was afraid that he would have died thousands of times.

This Wu Duofeng is the second disciple of Lingyun Sect, his strength is in the sixth stage of Jindan, and he can already release the second form of the Shuofeng Sword Technique, and Murong Yue is defeated by this move.

Since entering the Lingyun Sect, Wu Duofeng has been the second in the martial arts competition in the sect every year, this time as the chief disciple of the first has retreated, and he is the most likely to win the championship.

Since they had fought with Wu Duofeng before, the two directly omitted the part of the temptation.

The two swords struck each other, clanging, and after more than a dozen moves, Murong Yue had already lost the upper hand.

In order to avoid excessive losses, Murong Yue was ready to admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wu Duofeng's sword body turned, the wind suddenly raged in the ring, and the wind and sand flew.

Unable to see the two of them in the wind and sand, the evil eyebrows of the Northern Immortal Monarch frowned, and the spiritual power directly entered the ring through the protective shield, locking Murong Yue's figure, and the conversation between the two could be heard clearly.

"Murong Beauty, if you agree to be my Taoist couple, I will let you win this time, how about it?" Wu Duofeng's voice sounded beside Murong Yue.

"Are you worthy?" Murong Yue released his spiritual power to cover every inch of land in the ring, and at the same time, the spiritual power in his hand continued to inject into the ice soul, ready to fight back at any time.

Hearing Murong Yue's answer, Wu Duofeng was obviously a little angry, "I'm not worthy?

Wu Duofeng was born with a wheat complexion, and the Northern Immortal Monarch Evil was white, compared to him, the Northern Immortal Monarch Evil seemed to be a little white face.

Seeing that Murong Yue didn't speak, Wu Duofeng said again, "Murong Yue, if you obey me, you will win this competition." ”

"Wu Duofeng, do you think that everyone else is a fool like you? If you let me win, let the Dragon Yin Academy win, I'm afraid the Lingyun Sect Master won't let you go. ”

Murong Yue still looked at Wu Duofeng vigilantly, and suddenly remembered the Nightmare Illusion, he had seen the first form with Jun Yan in the Biluo Ring a few days ago, if it was the Canglan Sword and the Nightmare Illusion First Style, maybe he could have a fight.

Just do it, Murong Yue withdrew some of his spiritual power, slowly running the nightmare illusion, and a silent net slowly spread.