The referee announced the start of the competition, Zhang Yue smiled, and his momentum exploded.

The long knife in his hand was pulled out of the ground, and a quicksand flew on the tip of the knife, like a thick smoke.

"First breath!"

Wei Wuji's headwind sword was in his hand, and three five-inch small swords, like three small fish, surrounded him and swam away slowly.

When Zhang Yue heard this, his face became hideous, "Wei Wuji, you go and die!"

Zhang Yue swung his knife, and the quicksand on the tip of the knife whistled away, and a knife shape evolved halfway, and slashed towards Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji's headwind sword waved lightly, and a headwind sword qi shot out, heading towards the quicksand knife shape, bang!

The sword qi and the quicksand knife shape duel in the air, disappearing and scattering together, the aftermath stirring in all directions, and a circle of ripples spread.

"Second breath!"

Wei Wuji looked at the other party and said in a deep voice.

On the stands, the people of the sect who were sitting were all the top people of the sect, and everyone showed a look of surprise and surprise.

"What a joke! Wei Wuji is so arrogant, do you still want to defeat my disciple in ten breaths?" Xiang Tian said angrily, looking at the ring.

"Perhaps, Wei Wuji can really take down your disciple in ten breaths, but not necessarily. Qiu Yunhe smiled.

"Lao Qiu, you are talking nonsense!"

Xiang Tian turned the spearhead to Qiu Yunhe, suddenly reined in his anger, and laughed, "Old Qiu, you help Wei Wuji so much, can you say that there is another secret in it? Wei Wuji, that kid, could it be yours...... Hehe......"

"Lao Xiang, if you say this kind of bastard again, don't blame me for turning my face!" Qiu Yunhe's forehead jumped with a green tendon, and he said angrily.

"Both of them are not small, and in public, it is better to pay attention to your demeanor. Many people in the sect are looking at us. Dugufeng spoke out to persuade.

When the two were young, they had some mustard in the sect, and they had countless confrontations openly and secretly, often disagreeing and quarrelling.

"Lao Qiu, you said that Wei Wuji can win, do you dare to bet with me?" asked Xiang Tian in a deep voice.

"Wei Wuji keeps reporting the numbers, it is clearly a means of interference, there is no reason to defeat Zhang Yue within ten breaths, don't be rash. The Venerable Master sighed and persuaded the two of them.

Qiu Yunhe and Xiang Tian, seeing that the sect master persuaded each other, stopped arguing and looked at the ring.

At this time, the disciples who were watching the battle in front of the ring were also discussing.

"Wei Wuji's momentum is even better!"

"If you count like this, Zhang Yue can't ...... like thunder."

"It's also a means of dealing with the enemy, isn't it?"

"Wouldn't it?, this can also be angry, and the temperament is too bad......

“......”

"There is nothing impossible in the world, maybe Wei Wuji can really win Zhang Yue in ten breaths. Zhang Xian stood in the middle of the crowd, took a sip of wine with a wine gourd, and made a discordant sound.

The people next to him looked at him and shook their heads secretly in their hearts. Although everyone thinks that Wei Wuji can win, it is whimsical to defeat Zhang Yue in ten breaths, maybe only this benevolent brother is drunk, right?

"Brother Zhang, are you drunk? A disciple next to him kindly persuaded him.

"No! I'll never get drunk, I'll always be sober!" Zhang Xian said loudly.

The people next to him looked at each other and shook their heads secretly. Based on this sentence, I know that this Brother Zhang must be drunk.

And Yi Xinying, who was standing in the distance, was also stunned when he looked at the ring, and whispered to Bai Wanjun next to him: "Wanjun, your friend, isn't it a little too much, such a method of interference is difficult to work?"

"No, Heart Shadow, I think Wei Wuji can beat Zhang Yue within ten breaths!" Bai Wanjun said without hesitation.

"Wanjun, are you confused? Zhang Yue is the strength of the vein refining stage? The strength is still above me. Yi Xinying asked.

"Xinying, if you don't believe it, you can bet with me!" Bai Wanjun said.

"Forget it, let's keep watching, the ten breaths will pass quickly. Yi Xinying turned her head to look at the ring, thinking about something that only a woman would think.

"The third breath!"

Wei Wuji stood in place, didn't rush to attack, just coldly reported the number.

"If you want to be arrogant, you have to have the ability to be arrogant, why are you!?" Zhang Yue's face was hideous, and he waved his knife forward with both hands.

The three small swords were like three streamer phantoms, attacking each other.

Zhang Yue's long knife led a storm of sand, blocking the attack, and the two figures flashed and staggered, separating to both sides.

"Fourth breath!" Wei Wuji's tone was calm.

"Wei Wuji, kill!!"

Zhang Yue shouted angrily, evolved into a wind and sand beast, and roared and rushed towards Wei Wuji.

Zhang Yue's human nature, Wei Wuji has long understood that his anger is fake, and the hidden means are true. A person who can hide his artistic conception and quietly plot against his opponent in the ring, how can he easily get angry?

Wei Wuji saw the wind and sand monster rushing towards him, driving the artistic conception of the wind, and derived a wind beast, which rushed head-on, and boom! The two beast shapes collided in the void, entangled and bitten, and finally dispersed and disappeared together.

Between the wind and sand, the ring was a dark yellow color.

"Fifth breath!"

Wei Wuji reported the number and looked at the other party, "Zhang Yue, what means do you have, just hurry up, it must have been arranged, right?"

"Do you know what I do?" Zhang Yue said sarcastically at the corner of his mouth.

"You're setting up your killing, and I'm setting my pace. Before the competition began, you hit the ground with the tip of your knife and began to arrange. Hehe, if you don't launch it, I'll start attacking. Wei Wuji said with a smile.

Zhang Yue was stunned, he didn't expect that his seamless movements would be seen through by Wei Wuji. But he immediately returned to normal, revealing a fierce expression, "What layout can you have? Kill!!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Yue's long knife plunged into the ground.

Starting with the long knife, the ground of the ring began to crack and spread out in all directions, and the entire ring shook like an earthquake.

The ground exploded, the rubble rose upward, and the sand rushed into the air, roaring and rolling, as if a monster had been suppressed underground, and it was released.

The entire ring caved down, and a huge pit appeared. The rocks inside turned to sand. From before the start of the competition, when Zhang Yue's knife tip was on the ground, he began to secretly arrange it with the artistic conception of sand, and now it is finally revealed.

"Sixth breath!"

Wei Wuji stood in the void, staring at each other.

With the combination of the two artistic conceptions of wind and sand, Zhang Yue stood in the void, as if he was standing on a cloud of yellow clouds, "Wei Wuji, you can be defeated!"

Zhang Yue waved his long knife, pointing at the other party from afar, and the yellow sand in the sky converged into a hanging river, rushing towards Wei Wuji.

Bang! A violent wind evolved, protecting Wei Wuji, forming a unique circular space.

Wei Wuji stood inside, unaffected by the outside world. From a distance, the space is spotless, in stark contrast to the wild wind and sand outside.

"Seventh breath!"

Wei Wuji's voice was so calm that it was terrifying, as if the gods were on an ultimatum to punish them.