The competition between the Sumeru Sect and the Qianying Sect was particularly intense, which made everyone on the field enthusiastic.

Among the disciples from the four major academies, there were also many people who recognized Xu Zhengdu.

"When did Xu Zhengdu go to the Qianying Sect?"

"He's amazing, he hasn't seen him for a long time, and he went to such a place, which is really a shame for the Xu family."

"In case the Qianying Sect wins the first place in Beizhou this time, he will be betting on the right treasure."

"The Sumeru Sect is a great sect of law cultivation, and now Qianying has only won once, who can say for sure."

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There was a lot of talk in the audience, and the second competition on the field had begun.

In the second competition, Qianming came out of Shen Nanzhou, and Sumeru Sect produced the fourth-ranked disciple.

Shen Nanzhou was not good at fighting in his last life.

But after being reborn, whether it is to be able to protect Yun Yanchu, or to stand up when he needs himself in the future.

He all needs to improve his combat effectiveness.

So, under the supervision of his senior sister and younger brother, Shen Nanzhou quietly pulled up his combat effectiveness.

Ten years of hard work is enough for him and Mo Zhifan, who uses Yanshu, side by side.

As soon as the battle began, Shen Nanzhou immediately summoned the natal sword.

Shen Nanzhou's swordsmanship was learned from Hua Rong, and with the continuous sparring of his senior sister who had combat effectiveness, his moves were three points faster than Xu Zhengdu.

The sword qi was shining, and the sword light flickered coldly, as dense as the stars in the sky.

The two fought together, and Shen Nanzhou kept changing the sword momentum in his hand and attacked forward.

The disciples of the Sumeru Sect resisted the continuous sword moves, let alone the moves, and they didn't even have a chance to breathe.

Seeing this situation, the Sumeru Sect also felt that it was not easy, and seeing that the disciple was forced to a corner by Shen Nanzhou and could not perform, several people sighed one after another.

"I didn't expect this to be a powerful one, but I really can't see it." A Sumeru Sect disciple said in amazement.

Feng Wanyan nodded, looking at Shen Nanzhou's swordsmanship, there were a few ways that even he was secretly stunned in his heart.

If the person fighting against him was replaced, he would not be able to avoid it.

It seems that this Qianying Sect really has a lot of talents.

It is no wonder that his master has always maintained his respect for Qianming.

He even often told him that it was not easy to maintain the current relationship with Qianming, and it would be better if he could be friends.

If it is an enemy, Sumeru will not be protected.

He always thought that the master was afraid of Huarong, but now it seems that the master was prescient.

This Dry Underworld Sect, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

After a moment of admiration, the disciples of the Sumeru Sect had been defeated by Shen Nanzhou's sword.

Putting away the sword, Shen Nanzhou walked towards the disciple who had been knocked to the ground and stretched out his hand towards him.

Seeing this, the disciple immediately reached out and put his hand on the robe at Shen Nanzhou's wrist, and got up with his strength.

The two stepped down, and the third round of competition continued.

This time, the Qianying Sect ranked Mo Zhifan, while the Sumeru Sect ranked second.

At the beginning of the competition, Mo Zhifan's hands were quickly decided, and several giant vines grew rapidly from the ground behind him, and quickly formed a humanoid posture.

It was like a huge humanoid puppet standing behind Mo Zhifan.

The disciple who was fighting against Mo Zhifan couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the behemoth that appeared behind him.

He knew that the one standing opposite him was the only descendant of the Yanjia family.

In this game, he has no chance of winning.

But if he loses one more game, Sumeru's ranking will fall into a dangerous situation, and he can only fight with all his might.

"Let's get started."

Mo Zhifan's words sounded, and the disciples rushed over instantly.

I saw Mo Zhifan's eyes narrowed slightly, and as soon as he raised his hands, the armor behind him immediately synchronized with him.

"Hum—"

A strong air flow burst out from Mo Zhifan's body in an instant, and he saw Mo Zhifan stomp under his feet, and his body flew up instantly.

The vine that had become the controlling armor flew forward in an instant, colliding violently with the attacking disciple.

The huge impact shook the disciple back dozens of meters away, and Mo Zhifan's figure also fell to the ground.

The disciple fell to the ground heavily, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

Mo Zhifan controlled the palm of the armor to fly.

I saw that Yan Jia instantly rushed forward, his hands into fists, and smashed down heavily on the place where the disciple fell.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came, and the disciple's figure quickly flashed to the side, resisting the rushing powerful qi wave with all his might.

Yan Jia raised his hands, only to see that the place where the original disciple was standing had sunken down two large pits.

There was an uproar of exclamations outside the venue.

Seeing Mo Zhifan's palm flip, Yan Jia immediately flew into the air and quickly smashed towards the disciple.

The constant loud noise on the field made everyone in the audience tremble.

Even the leaders on the high platform also saw a tightening in their hearts.

They hadn't seen the armor appear for years, and they had forgotten how terrifying the might of it was.

Hua Rong looked at Mo Zhifan's move so fiercely, and his eyes were meaningful.

The head of the Sumeru Sect watched in horror as his disciples narrowly escaped from the attack of the Yan Armor every time.

But being constantly hit by air waves was enough to shatter his internal organs.

There is a huge disparity between the armor and his strength.

The only way out for the disciples of the Sumeru Sect was to attack Mo Zhifan, who controlled the Yan Armor.

He kept attacking Mo Zhifan's side, and just as he was getting close to Mo Zhifan, the armor fell from the sky, blocking Mo Zhifan's side like a divine soldier.

A powerful shockwave suddenly swept the disciple away.

Mo Zhifan slowly walked out from behind Yanjia, looked at the disciple who was shocked and bleeding, and asked, "Are you still fighting?" ”

The disciple fell heavily to the ground, his eyes shining with starlight, and the buzzing in his ears made him unable to hear Mo Zhifan's words clearly.

The referee was stunned and didn't know how to make an announcement.

It was Feng Wanyu who reacted first and shouted at the referee: "In the third round of the competition, Sumeru Sect admits defeat." ”

Feng Wanqi's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he knew that no matter how much he compared, there would be no result, but it would aggravate the injuries of the disciples on the stage.

After admitting defeat, the referee closed the enchantment, and several disciples of the Sumeru Sect immediately stepped forward to help the disciples who were still swaying in place to help them off the stage.

Mo Zhifan looked at them sideways, and the armor beside him also looked sideways.

It's like two people, one big and one small.

When the disciple left the field, Mo Zhifan's right hand was raised to the side, and with a clench of his palm, the armor composed of vines beside him instantly dispersed.

Mo Zhifan raised his eyes and looked at the high platform.

But he didn't look at Huarong.

Instead, he accurately set his eyes on the body of the Qingyu Sect.

The infiltrating eyes with murderous intent stared at Fu Yan, and Fu Yan's heart jumped.

After making sure that Fu Yan received his eyes, Mo Zhifan put down his hand and stepped down.

When he walked towards the few people of the Qianying Sect, Mo Zhifan's eyes were no longer as murderous as they were just now.

He slightly hooked the corners of his lips and walked towards Yun Yanchu step by step, his eyes flashing with a little expectation.

Seeing this scene, Yun Yanchu was helpless.

She finally knew why Mo Zhifan and Shen Nanzhou were so desperate.

After Shen Nanzhou's competition just now, Yun Yanchu immediately praised: "Senior brother is so handsome!" ”

Shen Nanzhou grinned and still hasn't come down.

Walking in front of Yun Yanchu, seeing that Yun Yanchu still didn't open his mouth to praise himself, Mo Zhifan pouted aggrievedly, "Why doesn't the little junior sister praise the senior brother?" ”

"Huh?" Yun Yanchu opened his mouth, and immediately said seriously: "Senior brother made a great move, so handsome that I couldn't speak." ”

Hearing the praise, the corners of Mo Zhifan's mouth instantly curled.

Several people from the Qianying Sect looked at Mo Zhifan and insisted on complimenting, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching slightly.

And the Sumeru Sect is doing its best to heal the disciples who were shocked to the point of dementia.

Disciple of the Sumeru Sect: The world in which I am the only one injured has been achieved.