"Isn't it a decisive battle? What are the two of them doing? Why are they still delaying it?"

"I've been standing on the battlefield for a quarter of an hour, and I haven't moved, even if it's a hero, I should be tired of seeing it, right?"

Around the Fuyao Hall, there were constant doubts. Looking at the two calm figures standing straight on the decisive battle ring, the people who had the mentality of looking forward to the highest battle of this year's Qingyun Test had already become restless.

It turned out that after Chu Muyun stepped onto the battle platform, the two of them had been about ten zhang away from each other, facing each other, and there was no sign of fighting. In such a strange situation, even the new Qingyun list leader on the Taiji disc couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

The bystanders do not understand, and the authorities do not know about it.

Although Chu Muyun stood like a pine and looked calm, his complexion gradually became solemn. Those who have the same look as him are naturally indispensable to the snow without tears ten zhang away on the opposite side.

Chu Muyun, who was dripping from Qingjun's cheeks like sweat like rain, flashed a thrilling blood-colored sword light in the depths of his pupils. The blood light couldn't be captured, no matter how hard he tried to recall it, the final result would only be exchanged for an inexplicable palpitation.

No one knew that at this moment, he had already dismantled nearly 200 moves with Xue Wuxi.

In the depths of his eyes, the picture of the sword shadow and sword light kept switching and flickering, within these two hundred moves, he used more than a hundred kinds of fighting tactics that were unique to the forces of each sect and not passed on, it can be said that he did his best, compared to himself who was at the end of the Qingyun Banquet and was at a knife, he was already exhausted with blood-colored sword light flashing in his eyes.

He just stood there as calm as ever, but he was exhausted of unyielding thoughts and persistence.

"You've fallen behind!" Xue coughed a few times inadvertently, and a few wisps of pale appeared on her elegant complexion.

There are more than 100 kinds of fighting tactics, including the method of spiritual power operation, the speed and direction of each move, and how to respond to the opponent's next move, the connection of each of your moves, and the concept of cracking...... In the duel of two hundred moves, even Xue Wuxi, who has unparalleled wisdom and unparalleled means, can't help but be able to stand such a rapid operation of his brain, and he is also on the verge of prostration.

"So what? This battle has to have a result, doesn't it?"

Chu Muyun didn't admit defeat, with the stubbornness in his heart, he used the warm blood of his fingertips to open the seal sealed on Yi Shuihan's sword.

When Yu Linglong gave him this sword, he told Yi Shui Han the secret and power of the sword. The Yi Shui Han Sword, which has been sealed, still has the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon. Since then, Chu Muyun has never stopped exploring the seal of Yi Shui Han's sword, and after several rounds of groping and reminders of the remnants of his soul, he finally learned the way to unlock the seal.

He didn't know what kind of concept it was to freeze a thousand miles with a sword, and he had never seen it in his life, even if he was a grandmaster-level powerhouse in the Cave Heaven Realm

I'm afraid it doesn't have such a horrific method.

Therefore, with his current realm, although he could not completely remove the entire seal mark of the Yi Shui Han Sword, he could use the power of the Xuanwu Realm to tear off a corner of that mysterious seal, and he did so.

"Why is it so cold all of a sudden!"

On the Tai Chi disc, a newly promoted Qingyun Rank disciple couldn't help but hug his arms, and his body protection spiritual power slowly thickened.

It's okay for him not to say this, but how can he know that an unintentional complaint suddenly attracted the attention of people with a heart.

"As I know, Chu Muyun should cultivate cold ice spiritual power?"

"This is already known to the whole world, what is there to say. ”

"Don't you notice a slight change in the expressions of the two of them?"

"So what?"

Look at Chu Muyun, who seems to be standing there calmly and unharmed, but in fact, his legs are trembling slightly. And the snow has no tears, and the pale face does not have a trace of blood......"

"What? You mean ......"

"They've already started a decisive battle, and I'm afraid the winner is already in the spot!"

This sentence was said by Hua Danqing, perhaps because he was also a Dan Master, his divine soul power was more clearly able to perceive the changes in Chu Muyun's expression and body than ordinary people.

"Isn't that ...... The two of them actually entered the Wandering God Battle Realm!"

"An illusory battle realm constructed with the power of Yuyu's divine soul!"

"Could it be that Xue Wuxian also has the power of the divine soul of the Xuanwu Realm......?"

"Hmph, relying on the weapons in his hand to fight until now, he is not worthy of fighting with Senior Brother Xue Youshen at all. ”

Sensing that the temperament of the cold sword in Chu Muyun's hand was faintly revealing a treasure light, although he didn't know what unsightly means Chu Muyun used, he had already expected that the cold sword would enter the level of a treasure weapon.

"No, no, no! There is no right or wrong in the means themselves, as long as it can be won, it is right, don't sit and talk without backache!" Mo Sheng thumped his back and said lukewarmly.

"You'd better pray that you won't run into me again in the future......" Zhu Xin's eyes were as sharp as a sword.

Mo Sheng pursed his lips, disapproving, but his heart was shocked. As a disciple of the Danhui, how could he not know about the battle realm of the wandering gods. The Divine Soul Secret Technique, which could only be cultivated by a sorcerer whose divine soul power had reached the Xuanwu Realm, had always been a skill that countless Dan masters had dreamed of.

It's just that what he never expected was that Xue Wuxian would hide the power of the divine soul unfathomable.

There are bickering, and naturally there are also those who watch the excitement. However, this lively thing to watch is not bickering, but the two people on the battle platform, who are almost shaky after a fight.

There was blood hanging from the corner of Chu Muyun's mouth, and the Yi Shui Han Sword in his right hand fell and was inserted into the flat battle platform. The moment the cold sword touched the ground, a cold wind suddenly rose from the entire battle platform, and the milky white frost fell. He suddenly spat out blood, and a strand of hair on his forehead was cut off by an inexplicable energy, and the flying hair was soon covered with frost.

"Defeated! Chu Muyun is defeated!"

"Yun'er ......"

"Brother Muyun......"

The shocking gaze, the shocked look, and the people who suddenly left the table and got up, the Fuyao Hall suddenly set off a frenzy of heat.

At the moment when everyone thought that Chu Muyun had been defeated, the upright Xue Wuxian seemed to bear the weight of a mountain, and with the sound of clicking, cracks extended from under his feet. His knees bent, and his straight figure fell to his knees like a broken poplar.

"What?"

"Snow without tears......"

"Lose-lose?"

This change came so quickly that all the people were taken by surprise, like the terror caused by the sudden collapse of a huge peak, and the Fuyao hall fell silent, only a thin layer of snowflakes whistling in the wind blew......

I don't know how long it took, and a cowardly voice came from the crowd: "This, who won the hell?"

Seems to be smart, Xue Wuxian slowly raised his head, his face was a little painful, he frowned, this sentence subverted Qingyun: "I lost!"