Wei Wuji's voice was cold, without the slightest distraction, like a god on high.

Zhang Yue couldn't be calm in his heart anymore, the other party's self-confidence and condescending contempt made him, who had always been calm, finally angry.

"Wei Wuji, within ten breaths, you will definitely be defeated!"

Zhang Yue roared fiercely, and the sand and dust rushed upwards like a fountain with his roar, boom! The protective talisman patterns of the entire ring shone with dazzling light, and the barrier was full of yellow sand, and the sight of all the spectators was blocked.

Not only the disciples who were watching the battle, all of them looked sluggish, but even the sect giants who were sitting on the top of the sect, as well as several sect masters, all looked at each other.

The runic barrier of the ring can block the peeping of external divine consciousness and ideas, mainly to prevent external ideas from peeping and interfering with both sides of the competition. Therefore, the yellow sand in the barrier obstructed the view, and everyone could not know what was going on inside, so they could only wait quietly for the result.

Zhang Yue's long knife waved, and in the yellow sand in the sky, a wild salon shape was derived, more than ten zhang long, exuding a monstrous momentum, attacking Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji waved one hand, a little fluorescence flashed between his fingers, and the three runes were written in the air together.

Three runes swam in a serpentine shape, breaking through the vast yellow sand, converging into a rune rope, binding towards the wind and yellow dragon. In an instant, the mad saloon form was wrapped around the runic ropes, unable to move in the void!

"Eighth breath!"

Wei Wuji's voice was still cold, and it came out of the ring.

The people watching the battle were shocked when they heard the sound that came. Even the Venerable Master Jade Spirit, who was sitting in the center, was moved.

"Wei Wuji, I already knew that you were proficient in runes, do you think that just three runes can trap me?"

Zhang Yue's figure moved forward, standing on top of the mad salon shape, the long knife waved, a piece of sword, and the rune rope broke in response.

"Kill!!"

Zhang Yue stood at the head of the dragon, pointed at the long knife from afar, drove the mad salon shape, and rushed towards Wei Wuji in the air.

Wei Wuji looked at the other party, made a seal with his left hand, and slowly stretched it out.

The artistic conception of the wind, the mudra of silence!

"Ninth breath!" Wei Wuji looked at Zhang Yue, and the true qi in his body rushed out from his left hand.

Zhang Yue drove the mad salon shape, and was rushing towards Wei Wuji, suddenly,

He felt his whole body tighten, and the invisible power around him squeezed towards him, instantly shackling him and fixing him in the void!

Standing in the far corner, far away from the two of them, the referee also felt stunned, and in an instant, he couldn't move.

Under the ring, everyone watching the battle only saw that in the rune barrier, the yellow sand flying in the sky suddenly stopped, as if it had suddenly condensed and solidified, and turned into a cubic boulder.

"It's ...... What's going on?" Xiang Tian was dumbfounded, with his more than 100 years of experience, he still couldn't see what was going on in the ring.

"Perhaps...... It is a kind of runic art. The Venerable Master Jade was also full of shock, such a method was too terrifying, and he did not understand what it was.

The other two sect masters, Qiu Yunhe and Dugu Feng, also had expressions full of surprise, not understanding why the wind and sand in the barrier suddenly stagnated.

The sect master didn't understand, and the others didn't understand.

The disciples watching the battle in front of the ring were all stupid, looking at the ring blankly, at a loss.

"If he was in the ring, with this trick, I guess he would only die instantly. Zhang Xian held a wine gourd in one hand, his eyes bulging out, like a clay puppet, motionless.

Bai Wanjun and Yi Xinying, the two daughters, also looked at the ring sluggishly, unaware of the outside world.

"Tenth breath!"

Wei Wuji's cold voice came out, whew! A figure flew out of the barrier of the ring and fell heavily to the ground.

Poof! Zhang Yue spurted out a mouthful of blood, his hands and feet finally regained their freedom, and he struggled to sit up, gasping for breath.

The yellow sand in the sky fell, the breeze blew away the floating dust, Wei Wuji stood in the ring, raised his hand to pick up Zhang Yue's long knife, and thudded in front of the other party.

"Zhang Yue, you lost. Wei Wuji said calmly.

Hum ——! the disciples in the audience came back to their senses, some of them were frowning, and some of them were depressed.

"Hehe, I am willing to accept the loss of the bet, and I will give in. Zhang Xian smiled from ear to ear.

Bai Wanjun looked at Yi Xinying beside her, Yi Xinying hurriedly surrendered her hand, and the second daughter held hands, spoke quietly, and laughed.

Qiu Yunhe in the stands looked even more proud, "Old Xiang, what is the result? Ten breaths defeated your disciple, hehe......"

"Since you can see it accurately, why don't you bet with me? Hehe, the old man was spared the disaster of breaking his fortune, fortunately even ah......" Xiang Tian did not give in, and fought back casually.

The Venerable Master smiled and hurriedly stopped their argument.

In the later competition, Wei Wuji was even more smooth sailing. Some disciples were injured in the competition, and they all gave up the competition when they knew that Wei Wuji's strength was invincible. There are also some disciples who enter the ring, that is, they try one or two moves against each other, admit defeat and retire.

The same is true for Tie Chengzhi, who was undefeated all the way to the end.

All the focus of the audience was on the two of them, Wei Wuji vs. Tie Chengzhi, which is stronger and which is weaker.

In order to allow the two to better compete against each other, the Venerable Master asked someone to adjust the order of the competition and arrange for the two to face off in the end.

"Lao Xiang, you dare to bet with me, who can win this final competition?" Qiu Yunhe said to the other party.

"Tie Chengzhi is the core elite disciple of the sect, and his master, Elder Zhou, is not here because of the affairs of the sect. I don't know the details of his strength, how can I bet with you?" Xiang Tian refused.

"The core elite disciples have always been led by the sect master, and the sect master should know some of the details of Tie Chengzhi. Dugufeng said on the side.

"I don't know, so let's just wait and see how it turns out. The Jade Master said with a smile.

At this time, the disciples who stood in front of the ring and watched the battle were also arguing fiercely and expressing their opinions.

Between the strength of the two and their undefeated record, everyone thinks that the outcome is unpredictable and difficult to guess.

Zhang Xian is optimistic about Wei Wuji, but he is only optimistic, and he does not dare to guarantee that Wei Wuji will definitely be able to defeat Tie Chengzhi. Even Bai Wanjun felt that it was difficult to judge, and the winner was half of the winner.

The other competitions finally ended, and in the last showdown, Wei Wuji and Tie Chengzhi stood in the ring together.

"Senior Brother Wei, please. Tie Chengzhi clenched his fists first.

If the previous Wei Wuji was still difficult to enter his eyes, the current Wei Wuji is already an equal person to him.

"Senior Brother Tie, concede. Wei Wuji returned the salute.

The two looked at each other, neither of them talking. The adjudicator stepped forward, signaled for the competition to begin, and stepped back.

The giant sword that Tie Chengzhi carried on his shoulder, almost a person's height, was simply a thick iron plate, and with a bang, it was on the ground, and a majestic momentum emanated, as if it were substance.

The space around the body, because of the overlapping momentum, also has a distorted illusion.