Looking at the scene of the sword light flying in the ring, Qu Yan was very happy to watch, and she was also happy to explain: "This is the inner disciple Shi Xueming under the seat of the Fengyue Peak Peak Lord Yan Shanyue, the formation he cultivates is a killing formation, and it is full of crises, and the disciple who competes with him will soon be unable to parry." ”

Sure enough.

That disciple was blown away by Shi Xueming's formation at once.

Seeing that she had guessed, Qu Yan was immediately happy: "This stone scientific name is also a genius in formation. ”

At this moment, Qu Yan's sleeves were gently pulled, and she turned her eyes with some confusion, and saw that the young man in white was tilting his head, staring straight at her with a pair of clear and bright eyes, and whispered: "I can win too." ”

After speaking, he seemed a little uncomfortable, and added: "Do you believe it?" ”

Qu Yan smiled a little: "Naturally." ”

When the young man heard this answer, he could obviously feel his pleasure, a pair of phoenix eyes shining like pearls, that appearance, with a clear and dusty temperament, can be described as the ultimate well-behaved.

It's really coaxing.

A casual word of encouragement can make him happy.

Qu Yan thought so.

I don't know how long I waited, Qu Yan's legs were numb, and the sword-wielding elder who presided over the sect competition on the stage finally called Shen Qingyu's name.

Against him.

It just so happened to be the scientific name of the formation genius stone that had just been praised by Qu Yan.

Shi Xueming looked at the sword-wielding young man opposite, and saluted: "In Xia is the scientific name of Fengyue Peak Stone, please give advice." ”

"Shen Qingyu."

The young man said coldly, a pair of gloomy phoenix eyes looked directly at his throat, it was a kind of resentful look, and the gloomy and compassionate gaze successfully made Shi Xueming's heart tremble, and he had a lot of fear for no reason, and he also had a strange intuition.

This man is not trying to compare swords.

Rather, they want to kill people.

To be more accurate: I wanted to kill him.

Sure enough, this idea was completely confirmed in the following competition.

He is similar to the cultivation of this young man named Shen Qingyu, and the formation he cultivates is full of dangers, and the killing formation that will never be recovered without blood, the disciples who usually fight against him do not dare to be careless, and they are cautious every step, and even more dare not even move a step, for fear that if they step on the wrong step, it will be an uncontrollable ground splitting mountain fire.

But this young man is different, at this moment, he seems to have only him in his eyes, regardless of whether he will step on the trap or not, he rushes in his direction with a sword, and those flaming ground stabbing winds seem to have no effect at all, and can be easily avoided by him.

Shi Xueming was shocked, and hurriedly sealed and urged the formation.

But before the formation was activated, the tip of the young man's sword was already pointed directly at his throat, and with those cold and murderous lacquer eyes, it was even more cold and stunning than the tip of the sword-

Shi Xueming almost thought that he was going to die, his legs trembled, and he didn't even have the strength to ask for help from the sidelines, seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his throat, Shi Xueming closed his eyes tightly.

But I didn't think about it for a long time, and the pain of death didn't come, and suddenly I heard a low voice in my ears, cold:

"You've lost."

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Shi Xueming was carried down, and he was not injured, but his leg was weak.

Looking at this battle that started in the morning and ended the fastest in history, no one in the audience dared to cheer, because the person who won the game was Shen Qingyu, the Shen Qingyu who was bullied by Senior Sister Qu!

Who dares to resist the coercion of the head of the sect to congratulate Shen Qingyu?

No one dared.

Shen Qingyu didn't care.

The young man who was still full of withdrawn and indifferent aura just now, when he turned his eyes to look at the woman in white and veiled under the field, his originally gloomy gaze softened in an instant, and with the vitality that a teenager should have, he was clear and dusty.

He got off the field, gently tugged at Dong Yuan's sleeve, and whispered, "I won." ”