In a flash of thought, the translucent six-square array barrier had been constructed and appeared around him, successfully blocking Jing Yue's next few attacks, and giving Mo Feng a few precious buffer time.

Crimson Kill!

The moment before the barrier of the six-square array shattered, endless flames were already surging, with a dazzling fire, as if it was about to burn everything in the world.

For any person with a normal mind, he should retreat when he encounters such an attack, and first use his defensive spirit skill to block the edge, but this madman-like opponent once again surprised Mo Feng, only to see that he did not retreat but advanced, even if his fluttering clothes were burned to ashes in the rolling tongue of fire, and even his hair was a little scorched, he still rushed over at any cost, and approached Mo Feng in a blink of an eye.

In an instant, the cold light came out of the sheath, just like a cold crescent moon, so beautiful and moving, but it hid deadly danger.

Mo Feng subconsciously wanted to deflect his body to avoid it, but a strange and unpredictable fluctuation enveloped his body at some point, making him unable to move in this short moment.

"Poof!" The cold and sharp energy suddenly sank into Mo Feng's shoulder, and in an instant, the ice was as piercing as winter, as if even his blood was frozen, and the faint cold air instantly dominated his whole body.

"You're not my opponent, admit defeat yourself. For the sake of this insignificant exchange competition, I can give you a chance to live, knowing that this is an honor that hundreds of souls have been asking for before. Jing Yue's soft voice was as soft as ever, his gaze moved down slightly, fixed on the short sword that pierced Mo Feng's shoulder, and seemed to be a little surprised that the other party was able to avoid the heart at the last moment, so he decided to show mercy once, after all, such an interesting opponent, it would be a pity to kill it easily.

It's just that...... Why is there always such a stupid person in this world, who obviously has the upper hand, but he has to give up the opportunity to talk nonsense, if he changes the ink wind, even if he does not kill the other party, he will at least completely cripple the opponent, and ensure that he has no power to resist before speaking.

Moreover, has Jing Yue forgotten that he is still a soul master? Oh no, it is not very accurate to say this, after all, except for a few people, the others should not know the identity of Mo Feng's soul master, and Chun Tiannan will definitely not be so kind to spread around.

Mo Feng temporarily threw away the spiritual power that was frozen in ice, but suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Jing Yue, who was close at hand, looking at his beautiful face like a jade man and his bright eyes like a star.

Jing Yue's playful smile suddenly froze on his face, because the sudden heavy blow directly made his mind buzz, as if there were countless flies flying around, and even the scenery became blurred.

Although he bit the tip of his tongue and forcibly woke up, there was a sharp pain in his chest at this moment, which was both cold and burning, as if it had been pierced by some sharp weapon.

Jing Yue slowly lowered his head, only to see a long knife stabbing him through, and the red blood stains spread around the blade, turning his unstained white robe red, as bright as a bright red petal.

For a long time...... Didn't bleed any more wounds......

In the last flash of thought, the long knife that pierced his chest emitted an endless blazing white light, stretching like the sea, rushing into his whole body, colliding violently with Jing Yue's own spiritual power. However, before Jingyue could organize an effective resistance, another heavy blow was imprinted in his mind, causing him to fall into a state of confusion and distraction again.

When he came to his senses, the chaotic spiritual power was no longer able to stop it, like a breach in the embankment, which collapsed again and again, unable to stop the raging flood from pouring for thousands of miles.

Is it still defeated after all......

Sensing that the dantian was already empty, Jing Yue was suddenly a little confused, he didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary black-clothed young man in front of him was so enduring, and it wasn't until the last moment that the killer of the soul technique was revealed, and if he didn't guess wrong, the other party probably also cultivated the martial arts system, and at least it was also in the late stage of bone refining, otherwise his physical body would not be so strong, and if someone else was pierced through the shoulder by himself, I am afraid that he would have been unable to move and be unable to fight back.

It's really hidden deep enough, I just don't know, if this overly forgiving young man in front of him bumps into Chungu Feng, can he continue to laugh to the end?

Of course, this has nothing to do with him anymore.

"Snort!" As Mo Feng pulled his knife back violently, the wound on Jing Yue's chest suddenly sprinkled a poignant blood, and he seemed to have lost all his strength, slowly falling to the ground, unable to stand up again.

"Big brother!"

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

"Do you dare to kill Senior Brother?!"

The disciples of Wuxuanmen suddenly made an uproar, almost unable to believe their eyes, this was definitely the shortest competition they had ever seen, and it didn't look like there was anything fancy and gorgeous, just a few simple encounters, and everything came to an end. However, the thrilling danger is all in plain sight, and it is difficult for outsiders to see how much of the doorway is.

"Your dagger is back to you. Mo Feng didn't bother to take care of the excited Wuxuanmen young man around him, he just skillfully pulled out the short sword on his shoulder, threw it next to Jing Yue, and then turned around and left the martial arts arena directly.

Jing Yue turned a deaf ear, only looked at his short sword in a daze, there was still ink wind blood on it, one by one along the blade of the sword meandered to the ground, and after a while, the short sword was as smooth as new, leaving no trace of blood, restoring the cold and bright clarity.

However, this is definitely not a normal phenomenon, this short sword has accompanied Jing Yue from childhood to adulthood, I don't know how much enemy blood I have drunk, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of situation that cannot be absorbed. This is either a problem with the short sword itself, or the blood of the ink wind is special.

Obviously, the reason could only be the latter.

The cheers of the academy disciples almost shook the martial arts arena, and on the contrary, the Wuxuanmen disciples were silent as if they were dead.

The system of Wuxuanmen is different from that of the Seven Star Palace, once their disciples enter the Huazun realm, they will directly grant the position of elder and take off the status of disciples, so the senior brother Jingyue is not only the first person in the sect to transform the realm, but also a well-deserved first-day talent among the disciples.

However, this near-undefeated myth has been brutally and ruthlessly shattered today, and even the elders of Wuxuanmen hardly dare to imagine that without Jingyue as the leader, how will Wuxuanmen go on in the next exchange competition?

At the end of a competition, naturally some people are happy and some are worried, which is no different from the unveiling day of the ancient imperial examination in another world, and there are many people who are also sad and few people who are happy.

Although countless people maliciously cursed Mo Feng for encountering another strong opponent in the fourth round of the competition in the afternoon, in fact, what he drew was only an opponent in the late stage of Tongxuan, and the winner was easily separated in one round.

When the draw for the fifth round of the knockout round began early the next morning, the people of the three major sects saw that Mo Feng's left shoulder was not even bandaged, and they couldn't help but fall into despair again, what the hell is going on with this guy whose vitality is comparable to that of Xiaoqiang?

To describe it in online game terms, the ink wind at this moment is a bug-like existence in the eyes of everyone.

"The next one, No. 333 vs. No. 444. ”

Hearing this number, Mo Feng couldn't help frowning slightly, knowing that the top five hundred must be the disciples of the academy, and cannibalism is the most annoying.

And...... It was an acquaintance who walked on stage.

"Am I guilty of my own sin, or do I owe you in my last life?" Xu Che sighed helplessly, with an expression of "Why are you so unlucky to meet you".

"I haven't had time to thank you before......" Mo Feng couldn't help but feel a trace of ridiculous joy when he saw Xu Che.

"Excuse me, I see that with your recovery speed, it makes no difference if you have one more day or one less day," Xu Che spread his hands and sighed by the way: "I know that 3 is not my lucky number, let alone three 3s." ”

When Mo Feng couldn't help laughing, Xu Che had already said decisively: "Okay, I'll admit defeat, save you some effort, and continue to shine later." ”

"Actually, I don't mind a serious fight. ”

"I mind!" Xu Che gave him a blank look angrily, shouldn't this guy be interested in entertaining himself? Seeing that he is fighting against others, he is not light or heavy, Xu Che doesn't want to lie in bed for ten days and half a month in vain and not be able to get out of bed. However, after this round of competition, Xu Che was actually satisfied, because it was not easy to get to this point with his strength in the middle stage of Tongxuan, even if he didn't encounter Mo Feng, it was enough to bump into other masters in the late stage of Tongxuan.

Maybe it was because of Xu Che's luck in drawing a bye, Mo Feng didn't encounter any particularly powerful opponents in the next six, seven, or eight rounds, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn't be stronger than the previous Chun Tiannan. Although to others, his so-called "not very powerful opponents" are actually all great gods at the peak of the Xuan Xuan realm.

And after eight rounds of elimination, this four-party joint exchange competition has really entered the climax, because there are only nine people left who can still stand on the martial arts field, that is to say, the top ten were born so gorgeously.

Except for Jing Yue, who bumped into Mo Feng too early and caused a big upset, the other people were generally not unexpected, at most, a disciple of the Seven Star Hall named Han Qiudan was unknown before this, although he was also an inner disciple, but it was impossible to compare with a personal disciple like Chun Tiannan.

With only nine people left, the format of the knockout tournament was not suitable, and the elders decisively launched a round-robin match, which meant that in the next few days, everyone would have to face off against the other eight, and finally the ranking was determined by the winning percentage, which undoubtedly cut off the possibility of mixing into the top few by luck.

The nine people on the stage couldn't help but glance at each other, and their eyes were focused on Mo Feng the most, after all, he was neither as famous as Chungu Feng and Yun Qianzhong for a long time, nor had he made any outstanding achievements before, but a strong man who could defeat Jing Yue head-on, his strength was definitely not to be underestimated, and even Chungu Feng and Yun Qianzhong had to be treated with caution.

Mo Feng also saw the prestigious Chun Gu Feng for the first time, I have to say that at the first glance of him, Mo Feng thought that it was Chun Tiannan standing in front of him, although these two brothers are not twins, but after all, they have the same father and mother, and they still look very similar, at least Mo Feng suddenly understood why Chun Tiannan's self-esteem was so strong.

For example, make up a certain picture by yourself: When Chun Tiannan was walking in the Seven Star Palace, he happened to meet a little junior sister who was very fresh.

"Wow, Senior Brother Gu Feng, good morning!" the little junior sister admired the star eyes.

"Uh, I'm Chun Tian Nan......"

"Oh. Instant indifferent face.

Tsk, this picture is so beautiful that I can't bear to look at it.

Mo Feng stopped his ill-intentioned thoughts, and glanced at the girl in blue clothes next to her, but her beautiful and beautiful face was lifeless and indifferent, like an eternal iceberg, but her eyes were always unfocused, so Mo Feng always felt that she was a little natural.

This is the master sister of Qingxu Valley, Yun Qianzhong, their institutional arrangement is similar to that of Wuxuanmen, it seems that the Seven Star Hall and the Academy are more strange.

Most of the remaining people are also the personal disciples of the three major sects, of course, there are also two Xuanzun disciples of the academy, plus Mo Feng, this time the academy can be called a gorgeous counterattack, after all, in the previous few exchange competitions, the academy couldn't even squeeze into the top nine.

Mo Feng looked around, and his eyes suddenly fell on a thin young man, and he instantly made eye contact with him. The young man lowered his head in a bit of a panic, clenching the corners of his clothes to show a very timid appearance, but where would there be a simple character among the disciples who could enter the top nine?

"Senior Brother Mo, he is a dark horse in this exchange competition, Han Qiudan of the Astigmatism Hall of the Seven Stars Palace, it is said that he was just an ordinary inner disciple before this, and his cultivation skyrocketed after a year of dormancy. Seeing that Mo Feng had been staring at Han Qiudan, the academy disciple next to him explained in a low voice, and his words were very contemptuous.

Mo Feng lowered his eyelids and just said lightly: "Senior Brother Feng, I advise you to be careful and pay attention, this person...... I'm afraid it's not easy. ”

"Why?" Feng Mo looked dazed, he was also the second senior brother in the academy after Fang Zijin, of course he didn't pay attention to a young man like Han Qiudan, but when Mo Feng said it so solemnly, he couldn't help but have a few doubts in his heart.

Mo Feng shook his head and didn't say much. In fact, he didn't know how to explain it, because it was purely a mysterious intuition, or hunch, and it didn't make sense.

At a certain moment, Mo Feng suddenly felt a gaze fall on him, and when he looked up, it was the yellow-clothed young man Chun Gufeng who was standing alone, and what did not match his calm expression was that his eyes were very sharp and sharp, with a cold light and awe-inspiring sword intent, making people feel as if they would be stabbed if they looked at it more.