It's silent.

Ordinary people looked around in a daze.

And the high-level cultivators who noticed Song Huaizhu's movements couldn't understand this scene.

I don't understand why that breath is gone.

Duan Lizheng and the others didn't understand why the Xiliang Sword Saint suddenly stopped.

I'm afraid only a few people can understand.

Zhu Luan's hand, whose fingertips touched the flower bell, stopped.

The girl's eyes deepened, she looked up at the pair of old eyes in the depths of the dense forest, and then looked at Song Huaizhu, who was calm-eyed under the high platform, thoughtfully.

Walking through the vast dense forest, the misty eyes revealed from the white jade mask were as indifferent as ever.

The aura on his body did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The long knife at his waist didn't have the slightest beep.

He had no intention of drawing his sword to fight the Grand Master.

Just put his hand on the knuckle of the white jade mask.

This is something that only the Xiliang Sword Saint can understand.

Silent threat.

Do you want to save this girl's life even if you don't hesitate to reveal your identity?

Xiliang Sword Saint knew that the existence of this person was an accident, but because this person had never quarreled with the world, he didn't care too much.

But I didn't expect this person to suddenly attack here.

Do you want to tear your face with this person here?

Xiliang Sword Saint's eyes condensed slightly.

Now is not the time.

……

……

The atmosphere on and off the stage at this moment is extremely strange.

High-level cultivators didn't dare to speak out on instinct.

This is not a fight that their level can intervene in.

But there are always people in this world who can't read the atmosphere.

"Senior brother......" Su Qing didn't know where the atmosphere in the audience came from, but she noticed Zhu Luan's gaze looking at the audience.

Following the gaze of the man, the woman's eyes once again ignited with raging anger, one hand covered the bleeding throat, and the other hand pinched the sword and fiercely wanted to rush towards Zhu Luan.

More courageous than she had ever done before.

However, the next moment, there was a cracking sound on the high platform, and Su Qing looked at the huge crack that cracked under her feet in a daze.

"You ......"

A cool breeze blew on the high platform.

The hairs on the necks of the advanced cultivators stood on end.

A powerful pressure that did not belong to the Transformation Yuan Realm cultivators diffused.

On the high platform, the girl slowly turned towards Su Qing.

Su Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at the woman in front of her who was still holding the hilt of the sword, and her limbs were suddenly as heavy as lead.

The crisis that her mind could not comprehend was preempted by her limbs.

Zhu Luan's expression didn't change, he just looked at her quietly

For some reason, a chill suddenly rose in Su Qing's heart.

The next moment, in the eyes of everyone, the expressionless girl suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword.

Zhu Luan stretched out his five fingers and rewound the hilt of the sword one by one.

Her movements were slow, like freeze frames.

However, all the high-level cultivators' hearts suddenly felt a strange feeling.

Everyone looked at her uncontrollably.

The girl's fingers are slender, but as her fingers tighten, people's hearts are contracting a little bit.

What is it?

Who is she?

Duan Lizheng raised his head, a little stunned, the girl on the high platform was as calm as water, and she didn't look any different.

But he knew something was different.

Only a few people could detect the change in her.

Her eyes changed.

The breath of the whole person has changed.

Mixed in the crowd, Princess Jinyang's eyes widened.

She's seen it.

Only once.

Such an imperial sister.

When the palace changed, the little princess who was held in the arms of the female official with flesh and blood poked her head out in the blood and fire.

I saw the woman standing with the sword in her hand.

This is the real part of her.

Song Huaizhu watched all this through his fingers pressed on the mask.

Then with Zhu Luan's action of holding the sword, he slowly lowered his hand.

The mist in the young grandmaster's eyes flickered.

The true qi and killing intent of the innate grandmaster seemed to inspire something incredible.

Duan Lizheng looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure on the high platform in a daze.

At the moment when Zhu Luan turned around, the same familiar and unfamiliar feeling of suffocation spread from the high platform.

All those who are enveloped in it feel like they are in the depths of the ocean.

The world seems to have lost its voice.

Her bottom is quieter, and more searing.

People looked at her, but she turned a blind eye to the eyes of the people around her, and just quietly carried out the movements of her hands.

There are few movements in the world that can be understood.

Time stands still, in a suffocating air.

Su Qing was as if she was frozen by a breath of air, unable to move.

Zhu Luan tightened his four fingers.

Finally, press your thumb slowly to the top of the hilt.

This gesture ......

Xiliang Sword Saint's eyes swayed.

The pupils constricted.

At the moment when Zhu Luan clenched the hilt of his sword, the suffocating feeling that lingered on the high platform disappeared in an instant.

The cultivators under the high platform gasped, Su Qing was relieved, and he was stunned and picked up the sword in his hand, but the tip of the sword shook.

But she still barely clenched, and her blood-red eyes stared at the girl in front of her who was holding the sword in a strange gesture, and took a deep breath.

However, the next moment, before she could exhale that breath, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in mid-air.

"Qing'er, admit defeat."

Su Qing's eyes widened in disbelief.

Zhu Luan's hand paused.

The others who came to their senses under the high platform were also stunned.

The scene of the previous battle was indeed very weird, but Su Qing was a cultivator of the Extreme Realm, and he was not at a disadvantage.

How can the Xiliang Sword Saint ......

Su Qing obviously couldn't accept this either, she raised her head to look at the observation deck in the distance, and shouted in her throat, "Father! I don't ......."

However, the next moment, everyone watched Su Qing's body shake.

Su Qing looked at her palms in amazement.

I'm dizzy.

Zhu Luan looked lightly at the woman in front of her who was full of astonishment.

It's tiring to use.

Her blood.

Su Qing clenched her wrist and unwillingly raised her head and opened her mouth wide, but in front of the Xiliang Sword Saint, she obviously did not have any right to speak.

Just like in the Tiance Meeting, a strong pressure enveloped Su Qing.

"Throw in the towel." The words of the Xiliang Sword Saint are concise and to the point.

Su Qing's lips were about to be bitten by her, and she stared at the girl in front of her unwillingly.

"Why! Why do you even have to protect this woman, father! ”

The one he protects is you.

Zhu Luan looked at the woman who had the figure of an adult in front of her, but in fact, she would never grow up and still wanted to shout, and turned away.

Su Qing looked at her back and still wanted to pounce, but she couldn't break through the barrier of the Xiliang Sword Saint.

It's a battle that's hard to put into words.

Even the results are hard to put into words.

At the moment when the Xiliang Sword Saint made a loud move, Su Qing, who was in accordance with the rules, had already lost, but no examiner made a sound.

But the Xiliang Sword Saint did not leave a handle on the surface.

Because he pressed Su Qing to admit defeat.

Su Qing bit her lip and didn't say the words of admitting defeat, but in the end, she was pressed by an invisible force and walked off the stage step by step.

"Miss Su, ...... are you?"

On the high platform, the examiner of Da Zhou followed behind and asked questions all the way.

Under the high stage, Duan Lizheng and the others had cold eyes, looking at this farce-like picture.

The examiner chased all the way to the bottom of the high platform, looked at the back of the woman who suddenly stopped, and his face was full of respect, "You are ......"

"We throw in the towel."

Just when the examiner wanted to ask the reason, a categorical sentence flew in front of him.

Mo Han, who came from the high stage, pressed Su Qing's shoulder with one hand, and said coldly to the examiner who was chasing after him.

Su Qing's blood-red eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but she was controlled and couldn't make a sound when she was fighting.

The big Zhou examiner was speechless.

Xiliang Sword Pavilion has already expressed his position so far, what should he do with Niangniang's instructions......

Mo Leng stared coldly at the examiner with cold sweat on his forehead, and at this time, his pupils shrank.

Behind the examiner, a figure brushed by.

At this time, a young girl passed by casually.

Zhu Luan quietly walked down the high platform.

This woman actually stepped down on her own without waiting for the examiner's ruling! All the examiners were angry on their faces, but Su Qing's division commander had already admitted defeat categorically, which made them unable to operate even if they wanted to.

How thick is this cheeky to continue to ask?

This woman actually ......

All the examiners looked at Su Qing, who was standing stiffly on the other side and couldn't speak for a long time, and never felt that they couldn't get off the stage like this.

This woman is really good at giving people no face.

But some people really need to learn to make a face.

On the observation deck, Du Hao watched all this coldly, ignoring the movements of Empress Sima and the others next door, and walked out of the box and waved his hand suddenly.

The bell for the end rang.

Everyone was stunned and ushered in this unexpected ending.

Huizhou Xie Yuan, Zhu Ying.

Advance to the semi-finals.