"Senior Brother Liu!" The Xuegong disciple exclaimed.

Together with Xia Zhi and Shen Xingshen, they were the three most dazzling people five years ago, Meng Hu's strength also broke through the boundaries of the Dengyun Realm, and the punch just now without any fancy had extremely heavy strength and terrifying source qi, Rao is Liu Qingshan's sword technique is exquisite and magical, and he is not the enemy of this blow.

"Ziyun Mansion, thirty points."

Liu Qingshan stood up, didn't care about dusting off his body, and went straight back to the team of the school palace.

"Senior sister, this person's strength is beyond the ordinary, please be careful."

Xia Zhi bowed slightly, said no more, took out the snow-white long sword, and stepped into the ring.

The Black Stone City Lord announced the start of the competition, but neither of them made any moves, Xia Zhi was hindered by cultivation, so she chose to see the move and dismantle the move, and backhanded the enemy, not wanting to lose the source qi for no reason, as for Meng Hu, everyone was unable to figure it out.

However, the tranquility on the stage did not last long, and Meng Hu suddenly said: "I didn't expect that Shen Xingshen, that idiot, has not broken through the mortal for five years, but it is actually because of confusion and self-doubt. Miss Xia is not curious, why am I staying in the cloud climbing realm? ”

Hearing this, there were at least three people in the stands whose faces were obviously a little strange.

Xia Zhi shook her head: "I'm not curious. The battle is over. ”

Meng Hu's expression froze, he opened his mouth, quite embarrassed, and then an iron pestle appeared in his hand and smashed it hard.

Xia Zhi stepped forward with her sword and attacked head-on, but she fought with Meng Hu on a par with each other, and there were contacts and contacts.

Off the field, Liang Tian saw that Xia Zhi was tired of it, because Xia Zhi's cultivation and strength were inferior to the other party, each sword actually used a trace of artistic conception power increase, although the two were evenly matched at this time, but for Xia Zhi, who had not yet opened up the sea of knowledge, the consumption of mental power was a big constraint, and a painless weapon confrontation was not a long-term solution after all.

It didn't take long for Xia Zhi to slash down with a sword, open the iron pestle, and the source qi on her body surged, and her momentum was great, and she took the lead in attacking.

"Flying snow swordsmanship, wrapped in silver."

The snow-white long sword suddenly became illusory, and countless sword rays shot out, each with a trace of artistic conception attached, when all the sword rays were hidden in the void, the space centered on Xia Zhi suddenly became cold and cold, and even the vision was a little blurred, and then snowflakes fell.

Meng Hu was a little disdainful at first, but when the first snowflake was about to fall on him, a sense of crisis abruptly arose in his heart, so he had to instinctively swing the iron pestle and hit the snowflake.

A terrifying scene happened, the strong man waved the iron pestle and smashed it into the fragile snowflakes, but the strong man was shocked and flew out, the snowflakes were not damaged at all, and they were carried by the breeze of unknown origin, and continued to fly slowly and firmly.

Not only that, but there are dozens of snowflakes falling in the sky at this time!

"Okay, Xia Zhi, you've really become stronger!" Meng Hu's eyes revealed surprise, and there was a hint of madness: "Let you see, in the past five years, what I have gained." ”

The next moment, Meng Hu did not retreat but advanced, stepped into the air in the face of snowflakes, sat on the lotus platform, one hand on his chest, the other hand in the shape of a flower, with words in his mouth, closed his eyes and a compassionate face. The whole body suddenly lit up with golden light, and the snowflakes melted directly when they fell close.

And Liang Tian ran the Heavenly Machine Technique, and through the light of the Buddha, he glimpsed a portrait in Meng Hu's heart, like a Bodhisattva, like a Buddha. Meng Hu, who has also not yet opened up the sea of knowledge, at this moment all the mental power is integrated into this painting, and the whole person seems to have lost consciousness and fallen into a situation of no thoughts and no thoughts.

"Guanyin Xiang"!"

In the stands, Feng Xiyun exclaimed in surprise.

Zi Ming suddenly spoke: "Wind Palace Master, do you know the origin of this method?" ”

Jun Ze responded: "It is indeed the Dharma "Guanyin Xiang", there is no doubt that Brother Feng and I have been to Yunzhou and have seen another cultivation path of the human race, Buddha cultivation. Buddhism is strong, and slaying demons and subduing demons is quite a means. "Guanyin Xiang", together with "Dizang Sutra" and "Rulai Law", is known as the three great scriptures of Buddhism, which are mysterious, but I don't know much. Lord of the Purple Underworld, your disciples have cultivated the Dharma, but you don't know? ”

A wry smile appeared on Zi Ming's face: "The two of you don't know, Meng Hu's situation is somewhat similar to Shen Xingshen's, Bayun lost to Sanyun, what a big blow." Five years ago, after returning to Ziyun Mansion after Huiwu, this kid was a little crazy, and he didn't want to cultivate lifelessly, and after breaking through the Nine Cloud Realm, he even asked for a piece of lock source jade from me, solidifying his own cultivation. Then he was alone, going deep into the demon sea to experience, no one knew what happened to him, and he regained his self-confidence when he came out half a year ago, even more than before. If it weren't for the fact that my Purple Cloud Mansion had a special identification method, and the test was not abnormal, I couldn't help but wonder if he was possessed by demonic thoughts. That method, when I was in the sect, I didn't see him use it, it must have been an encounter in the sea of demons in the past five years. ”

"I see." Jun Ze suddenly understood, Shen Xingshen on the side was still a little resentful, and he couldn't help but bow down to introspect at this time, maybe his mentality was indeed fragile.

And Feng Xiyun fell into contemplation, of course he is very familiar with the three great scriptures of Buddhism, he has not forgotten that his little apprentice is a beginner with art, and the "Dizang Sutra" has not yet shown any peculiarities.

It stands to reason that Buddhism is prevalent outside of Yunzhou, Yunzhou has been war-torn for many years, and few monks from other states are willing to come to this poor and remote place.

In the ring, both of them have done their best, and the means of both sides are a crushing consumption of the mind, and they may collapse at any time.

Suddenly, Meng Hu's eyes opened, his eyes were chaotic and godless, but his face was extremely majestic, as if in an instant, he had transformed from a charitable bodhisattva into a Buddhist King Kong, and his voice was like a loud bell, not like a human voice.

"Demon Mahamudra!"

A golden big hand covering the sky flew out from Meng Hu's palm, which was mixed with the Buddha's light and mind, rapidly gathering the source qi of heaven and earth, and at the same time, the Buddha's light around him gradually receded, and his body gradually fell, as if he had exhausted his last strength.

The golden handprint crossed the void, and all the snowflakes on the path were melted by the blazing flames, Liang Tian observed that the mysterious Buddha light faintly restrained the outbreak of the ice and snow artistic conception, and this game was not optimistic.

Xia Zhi's "Flying Snow Swordsmanship" is ranked among the best martial arts, and she has touched the level of "artistic conception" in terms of grade, and it is precisely because of this that the power of artistic conception is the core of swordsmanship, and once it is restrained, the power will not be one in ten.

The huge handprint swept away the wind and snow, and in full view of everyone, it slammed into Xia Zhi's snow-white long sword, shaking her out of the ring and landing helplessly.

"Ziyun Mansion, count another thirty points."

On the stage, Meng Hu had already recovered his clarity at this time, and it was also the end of the crossbow, so he simply waved his hand and signaled to admit defeat and replace.

The disciples of the Academy Palace never thought that Xia Zhi would lose, and when he duel with the Cloud Sword Sect, if he didn't want to recover his mental consumption and take care of the two rounds, with Xia Zhi's own swordsmanship attainments, it would not be a problem to pick three. Who knew that Meng Hu of Ziyun Mansion was hiding so deeply, and Xia Zhi, who came on the field later, exchanged with him, but he lost.

Among the remaining disciples of the Ascending Cloud Realm in the School Palace, Xiang Feifei is still pranayama, only Xu Yan and Zhu Yan are left, Xu Ying has died once in the illusion under the special care of the mirage, and the trauma of his soul is far heavier than that of other disciples, and he has no strength to fight at this time, so he has to let Senior Sister Zhu Yan, who has little combat experience, come to power.

Sure enough, the Fengyun Academy Palace ushered in a defeat again.

So far, the Purple Cloud Mansion has two hundred and ninety-seven points, and the Fengyun Academy Palace has two hundred and thirty.

The gap is extremely obvious, and unless the Fengyun Academy Palace wins all three games in the Qi Realm, the defeat is already decided.

"Do your best, don't be too stressed." Xia Zhi said with relief on the side, there are too many unpredictable factors in this session.

Xu Tiansui was eager to try, but he was not sure that he had won three games in a row, and he did not speak.

Hou Chong, Wang Jing, and Jin Song were also concerned and hesitant.

Lan Xi looked relaxed and calm, but his eyes looked at Liang Tian from time to time.

"In that case, let me go." Liang Tian is in charge.

"My lord, with your strength, this is too much of a bully." The little mirage didn't understand the solemn atmosphere of the scene at all, and chuckled.

The corners of Liang Tian's mouth were hooked, and he didn't pay attention to it.

If there are other people at the scene who have confidence in Liang Tian, one must be Xu Ying, and the other is Xia Zhi.

"Senior Brother Liang, there are not too many taboos in the ring, or there is a glimmer of hope, this time it depends on you."

"Senior Sister Xia can rest assured, but do your best, it's man-made."

Liang Tian replied casually, holding the Weixue Sword in his arms, and boarded the martial arts stage.

"Come on every day!"

There was a crisp sound from the stands, and as soon as Liang Tian looked up, he saw that beside Liu Mu, the little senior sister was waving her slender hand, with an excited look on her face, and she didn't see any worry about this grim situation at all.

Liang Tian smiled lightly, raised his hand and waved it to the little senior sister, relaxed and freehand.

"Boy, if you lose, this session of martial arts, Ziyun Mansion will also win, aren't you nervous?" The Black Rock City Lord couldn't help but ask.

"So, I'm not going to lose." Liang Tian chuckled, confident and arrogant.

"Boy, are you looking down on my Ziyun Mansion?" The disciples of the Purple Cloud Mansion on the other side of the stage were furious when they heard Liang Tian's words.

Liang Tianwen smiled, but without explaining, he pulled out the Azure Snow Sword, and threw the black iron scabbard hard, directly penetrating the stainless steel rock, and firmly inserted it into the ring, and the sword body was raised.

"Fengyun Xue Palace, Liang Tian, sword name Weixue, please advise."

The light blue snow sword, which is already very delicate and good-looking, is raised horizontally at this time, and under the illumination of the sun, there is a transparent texture, which is natural.

"It's a good sword." Offstage, the Iron Master muttered to himself, his eyes showing obsession.

"Master, where did you find the sword every day, it's so beautiful! Wei Xue, Wei Xue, the name is also good. Liu Kite's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she was very happy.

Liu Mu had a solemn face, feeling the fierceness and power coming from the little apprentice's hand, and secretly muttered: "This sword is not of low grade." ”

"Ziyun Mansion, Zhao Yan." After the salute, the disciple took a plate axe in his hand and slashed over.

The crowd of onlookers could only see a flash of blue light, and the battle had already ceased.