On this day, there were only two fights, and Yan Xin's fight was set in the afternoon. The protagonists of the competition have not yet arrived, and the stands are already crowded.

The bright sun shone on Yan Xin's face, making it more dusty than the usual beauty. His eyes looked at Tianyi like water, and slowly walked up to the stage.

Before going on stage, Tianyi gave her an encouraging look.

Zixiao was already waiting on the competition platform, watching Yan Xin walk up to the stage step by step, standing in the sun. The scorching sun shone on Yan Xin's head, making Zi Xiao slightly dazzling when he looked at Yan Xin, but he didn't seem to care. Feeling the hint of excitement in the Heavenly Machine Bow in his hand, he knew that the red scabbard on the opposite side was the legendary Cadre Sword.

A gong sounded.

Yan Xin shifted slightly from the spot, and an arrow shot at the place where she had just stood, and the prohibition shook for a while, flashing bursts of multicolored light. A small white fireball rose in Yan Xin's hand, and she slowly closed her eyes, and the small fireball exploded in her hand. For a moment, the blinding light makes it impossible to see.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~"

All you can hear is the sound coming from the arena. When the white light in everyone's eyes dissipated, Yan Xin kept dodging on the fighting platform, and was at a disadvantage for a while. After this time, Yan Xin finally determined one thing, that Zixiao didn't just use his eyes when he determined his location.

As soon as the battle began, it was white-hot. Between the arenas, arrows and flames with furious power flew everywhere. An arrow flew past Yan Xin's sideburns, taking away a few hairs, and after narrowly dodging this arrow, he finally got a chance to get close.

A stabbing blow was made, and with a crisp sound of "ding~", the cadre stabbed the sword on the Tianji bow. Zixiao didn't retreat a step, pulled the string without an arrow, and a wind blade came straight towards Yan Xin's door. At such a close distance, there is no way to avoid it. Raising her sword to block hard, she was knocked out dozens of meters in an instant, and she narrowly landed on the edge of the fighting platform, and a trace of blood overflowed from her mouth.

"Whoosh~" At the moment when Yan Xin had just stood firm, an arrow flew towards her again.

Yan Xin raised her hand and pointed at Zixiao, and the sword came out of her hand, brushing the bottom of the arrow, and flew straight towards Zixiao.

And that arrow, Yan Xin couldn't dodge, and it bruised his left arm. Bright red blood flowed down her snow-white arms.

The cadre sword came to Zixiao in an instant, turning into dozens of sword lights, and the persecuted Zixiao was a little embarrassed. Suddenly, the sword flew back towards Yan Xin, and at this time, there was a formation map under Zixiao's feet, and the formation suddenly shone brightly, forming a cage, trapping Zixiao inside.

Tianyi looked at the array and looked a little familiar, this array was slightly similar to the formation that trapped the demon in the underground tomb.

Yan Xin took the sword that flew back, and in an instant, the fire was great, the water lines on the surface of the body flowed, the aroma of wine overflowed, and the entire competition platform was shrouded in firelight. On the tip of his toes, the whole person flew out like a cannonball, and a "long rainbow through the sun" killed Zixiao.

Zixiao was imprisoned in the formation, and in a hurry, he raised his bow and aimed at Yan Xin's eyebrows, using a method of losing both sides.

Seeing this, Yan Xin had no choice but to give up. The tip of the sword picked up the flying arrows, approached Zixiao, and fought him in close combat. However, although Na Zixiao is good at bows and arrows, this hand-to-hand combat is not inferior at all.

Yan Xin made another stabbing blow, and Zixiao rubbed his footsteps and came behind Yan Xin. A small iron ball the size of a fist fell at the feet of the two of them.

Yan Xin swept the small iron ball with her eyes and couldn't help but be surprised. She was all too familiar with the pattern on this iron ball, and it was the blast she had used the longest time when refining her weapon. Hurriedly flew back and came to the edge of the arena. I secretly thought in my heart that it was this kind of move that ended up together, and I couldn't help but feel a trace of disdain in my heart.

However, Zixiao stood still and did not move, which made Yan Xin feel a little puzzled.

At this time, the formation pattern on the small iron ball had already brightened to the limit, and a loud bang burst open. However, unlike the expected flames, after the burst, a ripple of air rushed out of the iron ball. In an instant, the wooden poles, colored flags and other objects erected around the bucket platform were pushed far away.

At the same time, Yan Xin was also pushed off the platform. And under Zixiao's feet, a thick layer of earth and stone emerged, firmly fixing half of his body on the platform.

Yan Xin smiled bitterly in the audience, she didn't expect that she would lose this competition in this way.

"If it's a life-and-death fight, it's not yet known who wins or loses. Zixiao stood on the stage and said this, which can be regarded as a sign of recognition of Yan Xin's strength.

However, the audience in the stands did not agree with Zixiao, and many people shouted words such as "despicable!" and "shameless!", Zixiao ignored them, and turned around and walked off the competition platform after speaking.

Tian leaned back into his room, lay on the bed, and looked at the ceiling of the canopy. In my mind, I repeatedly recalled the battle between Yan Xin and Zixiao today, and I knew a little more about Zixiao's battle. But I really don't have the confidence to win tomorrow's competition. He knew Yan Xin's strength, and he was much higher than himself. In particular, Yan Xin's use of the method of imprisonment is like a stroke of genius. But even then, he didn't win the game.

Tossing and turning, Tianyi decided to go out for a walk, and his only son came to the back mountain. The crowd here is much smaller than in previous days, and most of them have already left after the first round of trials.

Tianyi took out the wine gourd that Yan Xin gave him and drank the wine alone. As soon as the wine was in his mouth, Tianyi's thoughts wandered. Looking back on the battles in the past few days, Shushan's single-minded and dual-purpose method, Lingxu's immortal art, illusion illusion, Zixiao's archery, Mr. Trick's ten thousand methods are connected, and Yanxin's sword array. Over and over again, I kept wandering in my head. But I still don't have a clue, and I can't help but feel a little irritable.

The chirping of a golden phoenix bird came from afar, from far and near. Tianyi looked at the colorful feathers of the golden phoenix bird, recalling the appearance when he first saw it. "The dead bird doesn't seem to have changed much, except for the brighter color of its coat. Tianyi muttered to himself, and couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he had a trace of inspiration, but he couldn't grasp it.

The golden phoenix bird flew over with its wings, and as soon as it smelled the aroma of wine, it came forward and begged for wine. Tianyi was a little helpless, and secretly said that the only change in this bird was that he became a drunkard. I poured a bowl of wine for the golden phoenix, and watched it go crazy for a while and fall asleep.

"It seems that it is me who has changed!" said to himself again. Recalling his experience over the years, I can't help but want to dance the sword. He drew his fire spirit sword and danced in the forest. The movements are chic and natural, sometimes sad, sometimes light, sometimes sick, sometimes slow, sometimes leaping for nine days, sometimes into the wood. The breeze blows among the Buddhas, wandering back and forth in the forest, as if the true immortal has fallen into the mortal dust.

I don't know when, the sword in my hand dances more and more smoothly, as if I have forgotten the moves, and it is like a sword, and all the moves are in it. A sword stabbed out, as if the sword body was being pushed by gunpowder, and the sword qi rushed straight out five or six meters away. A sword is collected, like a willow stroked by the wind, naturally, the avenue is contained in it.

Gradually, he stopped the dancing Fire Spirit Sword in his hand, and his brows furrowed. muttered to himself, "Don't forget your original intention, you have to always!"