The Wufeng elders of Qingyang Academy sat in front of the South Peak Martial Arts Training Ground, although they didn't say a word during the whole process, they only needed to sit there, and the disciples under the martial arts field would keep to themselves, and no one dared to use opportunistic thoughts in the martial arts competition.

After the old man assigned the fifty disciples except the seed disciples as opponents one by one, this sect competition officially began.

As the old man read out the names of the two in the first martial arts competition, he saw that one disciple from Bi Feng and Kun Feng each showed an amazing body and powerful momentum on the martial arts field.

The sect competition is not only to test the achievements of the disciples for many years of cultivation, but also to compete with the strength of the five peaks, and the disciples who can represent their respective peaks in the competition do not want to show off in front of the five elders and all the disciples.

The disciple of Bi Feng who appeared in the martial arts field was Lang Hua, and all the disciples of Bi Feng were full of confidence in Lang Hua's strength, Lang Hua's strength had reached the Xuan Realm, and he was ranked eighth in Bi Feng's martial arts hall, except for the seed disciples, his strength also belonged to the group of people who were strong.

And at this time, even the disciples who were far away from the martial arts field could feel Langhua's powerful breath, Bi Feng's disciples were all happy, they all knew that Langhua's breath attack matched with the power of his bloodline, and it was almost difficult to meet an opponent in the same realm, Bi Feng's disciple looked at the Kunfeng disciple with some sympathy, as if the first game had been secured.

And as Langhua's opponent, the disciple of Kunfeng, was not completely suppressed in terms of breath, he just stood there lightly, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other, the sword body was out of the sheath for an inch, his body seemed to be an invisible sword, when Langhua's breath surged towards his body, it actually seemed to be cut by the blade of the sword, flowing through his body, and the little breath left was no longer a threat to him.

Compared to Bi Feng's disciple's victory, Kun Feng's disciple's expression was indifferent, and he didn't see any worry.

There were only two disciples in the huge martial arts training field, and it seemed extremely empty.

For the two who were already tense as soon as they came up, the old man cleared his throat with a little embarrassment, and then said in one more move: "The game begins." ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Langhua's aura suddenly became a little stronger, and the onlookers also obviously felt the heavy breath, and everyone gradually quieted down, looking at Kunfeng's disciples, only to see that the sword in his hand was out of the sheath at this time.

Lang Hua's aura continued to rise, and his opponent's sword was also constantly pulling out, as long as Lang Hua's aura was one point stronger, his sword was also unsheathed, and the two maintained an extremely delicate balance.

The vast majority of the inner disciples were at a loss in their eyes, they were in the middle and early stages of the Feather Realm, they didn't understand the duel on the martial arts field, but the aura that came to their faces was so suppressed that they didn't dare to say more, and seeing that those powerful seed disciples were also watching this duel with interest, they also vaguely knew that maybe the two of them were not as simple as they seemed, so regardless of whether they saw the danger or not, all the disciples stared at the two without squinting, as if as long as they showed different expressions, they would be ridiculed for their lack of realm。

When the Kunfeng disciple's sword was more than two feet out of the sheath, Langhua's aura was so strong and turbulent that it had already made the disciples watching from a distance also feel great pressure, especially the disciples with the strength of the middle and early stages of the Feather Realm, who were already sweating on their foreheads, obviously desperately resisting this huge breath.

But Langhua didn't stop there, and his breath continued to rise.

Just when some disciples were about to resist this heavy and huge breath, the old man who looked leisurely in the martial arts field opened his arms slightly, and all the disciples suddenly felt that the breath that had just been oppressed disappeared, and the eyes that looked at the old man also became awe-inspiring, obviously, the old man raised his hand to eliminate the breath that oppressed everyone, so that all the disciples were impressed by him, Langhua's strength certainly surprised many disciples, but the old man easily controlled his breath attack to neither affect the duel between the two, nor affect the onlookers disciples, it can be seen that his control of the breath is far beyond Langhua。

Without the oppression of Langhua's breath, the disciples' expressions also relaxed, and after a long battle, Bi Feng's disciples also found that Langhua did not have an advantage, and a disciple said worriedly: "Who is that person? ”

At this time, a person came out and said: "It seems that the disciple who ranks sixth in Kun Peak, in terms of strength alone, is not under Langhua, and Kun Feng is in charge of the sect master, and the strength of the disciple has always been the first of the five peaks, so it is difficult to say whether the victory or defeat of this one will be said." ”

"A group of short-sighted guys, obviously the winner has been decided, Langhua will definitely lose. A voice came from behind him coldly, and many of Bi Feng's disciples turned their heads angrily to look at the person who spoke, but after seeing that person, they didn't dare to say more, because the person who spoke was Feng Yu, and Bi Feng's martial arts hall was now ranked first.

Feng Yu's words naturally no one dared to refute, but many disciples did not agree, after all, the battle situation on the martial arts field was unknown, and Langhua showed no signs of defeat.

"Do you think Langhua will really lose?" Yuan Xi also asked in a whisper to Su Yuan on the side.

"If in terms of the situation alone, Lang Hua does not have an advantage, and Lang Hua does not gain an advantage by using the best attack means, then relatively speaking, he is already at a disadvantage, if when Lang Hua's aura reaches its peak, Kun Feng's disciples have not been defeated, then it is Lang Hua who has been defeated. ”

"But can that disciple be able to stop Lang Hua's attack? He doesn't seem to have any special means, and Lang Hua hasn't done his best. Yuan Xi asked the doubts in his heart, and it was also the question of many disciples who lacked the realm and did not understand the situation on the field.

"Did you notice his sword?" asked Su Yuan.

"His sword kept being drawn out, but nothing special. Yuan Xi looked at the sword that was already half unsheathed and said.

"He is using his sword qi to resist Langhua's breath, his sword energy has accumulated in his scabbard, and if he is out of the sheath, his sword qi will be stronger, but if his sword is completely unsheathed, then his sword qi will be broken, and there will be a flaw, and Langhua can take advantage of the weakness when his old qi is broken and the new qi is not born, and defeat him in one fell swoop. But if Langhua's breath climbs to the peak, and his opponent's sword has not yet been fully unsheathed, then it is likely to be Langhua who is defeated, so Langhua wants to force him to completely unsheath this sword, and then it depends on whether Langhua's breath is strong, or the sword qi of Kunfeng's disciples is long. ”

Su Yuan had just fought Langhua not long ago, and narrowly won, and his words were very convincing.

The disciples on the side also heard the words of the two, and finally suddenly realized that this duel, seeing that Lang Hua's face was becoming more and more solemn, it seemed that he was about to reach the limit, and his opponent's sword still had half a foot left in the scabbard, coupled with Feng Yu's assertion, many Bi Feng disciples looked nervous.

The battle situation between the two on the martial arts field was still anxious, but the balance had begun to show signs of breaking, and Su Yuan put more attention on the old man, and the control of the aura that the old man had just revealed was really exquisite.

Su Yuan observed for a long time, only to find that the old man's breath was like a huge semi-circular ball of light, firmly enveloping Langhua's breath in the martial arts field, unable to overflow outward, although Langhua's breath was fierce and fierce, but it could not be retracted and released freely, so that the breath only attacked the designated person, instead of now it can only be controlled within a certain range, otherwise, his opponent at this time is likely to have been defeated.

And the old man, whether it is the condensation of the breath or the accuracy of the control, has made Su Yuan have a lot of insight, Su Yuan looked at the old man thoughtfully, and seemed to have a new understanding of the practice of qi, but the ethereal feeling could not be grasped for a while.

Call!

It was as if there was an invisible wave of qi vibrating, and the balance on the martial arts field was broken in an instant, and the hearts of the surrounding disciples seemed to be in their throats, and they didn't dare to come out, staring nervously at the two people on the field.

I saw Lang Hua snort in a low voice, his head was full of green tendons, his breath forcibly climbed again, the disciples present could see the tyrannical air flow in the martial field, and there was a sharp explosion of breaths colliding in the air, and the entire martial arts field and the two people in it also became shaky in the twisted air turbulence, it is conceivable that the Kunfeng disciples who directly faced this storm were facing what violent power they were facing.

Most of the disciples craned their necks and widened their eyes, but their gaze was distorted with the air currents, making it impossible for them to see the scene clearly.

Su Yuan stared at it, and was also slightly frightened, Lang Hua's aura that erupted at this time was more powerful than when he fought with him, and his opponent was still not defeated in this violent aura attack, that Kun Feng disciple's sword was still being pulled out inch by inch, like a sharp giant sword standing there, although it was crumbling in the frenzied air current, it still did not fall.

Lang Hua gritted his teeth and stared, his hair flew wildly, his breath actually soared again, the figures of the two were completely submerged by the violent air current, his opponent at this moment of incomparably crisis, pulled out the sword that was already about to be unsheathed again, and at the moment when it was about to be completely unsheathed, the sword body was completely condensed, and the disciple's body shook violently in this storm, and it seemed that he was about to fall down at any time, but his hand still held the sword in his hand tightly, as long as his sword was half a point out, his sword qi would collapse, and he would be defeated first.

The two of them are desperate for the last stand!

Lang Hua, who controlled this huge storm, maintained for a moment after his aura reached its peak, and gradually declined, while the figure opposite him stubbornly resisted the tyrannical turbulence in the center of the storm.

When Langhua's aura rapidly declined, the four channels of air on the martial arts field also calmed down, and the disciple was finally able to see the situation on the martial arts field again, but at the moment when he just saw the two people facing off, he saw that Kunfeng disciple took the initiative to pull out the sword, but at the moment when the sword body was unsheathed, there were five huge sword qi that seemed to cut through the space and shot towards Langhua in an instant.

Lang Hua's eyes were horrified, and the aura around him instantly returned to his body, and he was able to dodge two sword qi when he couldn't do it, and his hands were injured and each received the next sword qi, and his body used the residual strength of the two sword qi in his hand to twist back slightly, wanting to dodge the last sword qi.

Then, just as his body was slightly sideways, that sword qi actually changed direction, hitting him the shoulder, knocking him away and rolling to the ground.

After a long time, Lang Hua stood up with difficulty, his hands hung down at his side, trembling slightly, his body was also left with huge scars by the last sword qi, his face was lowered, his messy hair covered his face, and he couldn't see his expression, but it was obviously difficult to have the strength to fight.

The old man glanced at Lang Hua and announced that the Kun Feng disciple had won.

The final battle took place in a matter of moments, and most of the disciples were still stunned a moment ago, but they quickly reacted and burst into shouts for the victor.