The breath of heaven and earth in the small world suddenly stopped.

Everyone's thoughts are to the sky, but at this time they are also determined.

Night Wandering Sword into Knife, Bai Jiu closed his eyes, and all the knife demonstrations he had seen were presented in his mind like a passing scene, and then he opened his eyes, calm and absolutely calm.

There is a book of swordsmanship in the sword box of the Night Tour Sword, and Old Lady Chen once said that this is from the Daimyo Bai family.

Bai Jiu was born in the famous Bai family, and grew up in the Xifeng Chen family, he never used a knife, but at this time he raised his sword like a knife.

He skillfully used methods in exchange for this invisible battle, just for this knife.

Countless majestic breaths spit out from the blade, enveloping everything on the cloud platform, and the originally beautiful white clouds looked so cold at this time, ruthlessly pressing down from the sky as if to crush everyone.

The majestic sword intent in the clouds, at this moment, is like Bai Jiu's sword intent, Bai Jin jumped into the clouds naturally without any impact, his sword edge gathered, turned his sword into a knife, carrying a majestic breath, and slashed forward.

This knife is the most ordinary slash, and it is also the simplest move, without any fancy moves, just from top to bottom, and it is also a unique knife among all the knife cheats that Bai Jiu has seen.

The heavy white cloud suddenly tore from the middle, and Bai Jiu slashed the white cloud with a knife, and also cut out the violent and terrifying knife intent in the white cloud, which carried the sound of thunder and poured down from the crack like a mountain river waterfall. He used the sword of the Daimyo Bai family, and it was also the sword technique of the Daimyo Bai family.

Knife of Absolute Intention - Kering.

The Buddha's light in the sky dimmed, and the solemn and grand aura could no longer withstand this absolutely majestic sword intent, and it was instantly isolated and disappeared from mid-air.

The blade is downward, and it is unstoppable.

Qingyuan didn't raise his head, didn't open his eyes, and didn't speak. But the Dharma Body of the Buddha Gate behind him was shining brightly at this time, and he wanted to use the power of this Buddha's light to block Bai Jiu's absolute sword.

The sword intent pouring down from the white clouds filled the gimbal, and the countertop made of unknown materials instantly appeared dense cracks, like fine cobwebs. Bai Jiu's knife continued to move forward, and the crack he slashed at the top of the head of the Buddha's Dharma Body moved slowly and unstoppably downward, slowly about to cut through the immovable Ming King.

Feeling the absolute fierceness in that knife, Qingyuan's expression dimmed countless points. He raised his hand to the sky, slowly clasped his hands to the middle, and the Dharma Body of the Immovable Ming King also raised his hands at this time, and forcibly sandwiched Bai Jiu's blade between his palms.

This is the second time that Qingyuan has disobeyed his senior brother's instructions to strike again, and the hands of the immovable Ming King's law body are sandwiched on Bai Jiu's knife, and there is a strong and powerful impact force rippling from it, passing along the blade to Bai Jiu's body. Blood continued to overflow from the corners of Bai Jiu's mouth, but he was expressionless, lowered his head and pursed his mouth, and continued to press down without saying a word.

........

Qingyuan made a quick move, but it was too late after all.

Bai Jiu's sword fell, and the white clouds in the sky disappeared in a blink of an eye, revealing the bright sun in that small world. His knife did not slash at Qingyuan's body, but stopped on top of his head, and Bai Jiu was powerless to observe the solemn ring scar on the top of Qingyuan's head. His face was as pale as paper, and he held the Night Wandering Sword like this, motionless.

A knife cut appeared on the body of the Fudo Ming Wangfa, this knife was very straight, starting at the forehead, and then extending downward, cutting his nose and lips, chest and abdomen, and cutting the hands and solemn arms.

Magnificent light seeped out from the crack, and compared to the previous Buddha light, this light was so dim and weaker.

Ka Ka Ka

The Dharma Body of the Immovable Ming King emitted a series of crisp sounds, and countless fine cracks appeared on the surface along with the straight cracks. Like a spider's web, it was the same as the ground of the gimbal, and then the crack continued to spread all over the body, until it shattered with a slightly loud crisp sound.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Bai Jiu no longer had any strength to support his body, and sat heavily on the ground, the night sword fell off his hand, and there was a crisp sound beside him, like the bell of Qingfeng Temple, melodious and indifferent, constantly echoing on the gimbal.

He sat weakly on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, the blood that had spilled from the corners of his mouth had not been wiped away, and the neckline of his shirt was even more scarlet stained with blood. He tried to struggle to stand up, but he couldn't use the slightest strength, so he could only look ahead.

Bai Jiu used all his strength, and even used the sword technique for the first time, at this time he ran out of true qi, used up his tricks, used up his strength, and no longer had the slightest desire to fight.

He looked at the monk in front of him with his eyes closed, he knew that although the latter said that the Dharma body of the Buddha Gate was broken, he would definitely suffer some injuries, but even so, the monk had not really made a move. If the previous two Great Mudras of the Ming King fell on him, where would he still have a sober will at this time.

Just as Lu Yu asked before the competition, what if this monk made a move? Although Tang Chun had never seen this monk make a move, it was when the latter's Buddhist body was not broken. At this time, Bai Jiu used all his strength to finally achieve this step. Now he has to be vigilant about this problem, so he has not relaxed for a moment, and is always ready to work hard.

The clouds above the gimbal were light and breezy, but the originally flat mesa, the spider-web-like cracks announced the fierceness of the previous battle.

Qingyuan was in the center of the spider web, he had endured all the power of the previous Bai Jiu Sword Technique, and at this time, his Dharma Body was broken, and the King of Immovable Ming was gone.

The cloudless sky is naturally sunny, and the sun at this time is warm, no longer as solemn as before, but as mild as spring.

Qingyuan's face was slightly pale and he got up calmly, he stretched out his hand and flicked the gravel dust that shook on the gimbal, and his originally wet clothes also emitted countless white smoke at the moment he got up, and it was as dry as ever in an instant, and then he Buddha himself on the top of his head, and the corners of his mouth showed a real smile.

Bai Jiu struggled to get up and stood there opposite Qingyuan, his expression was very real.

Qingyuan couldn't speak, he looked up at the sunlight in the sky, as if he had seen a long way away.

Bai Jiu bent down to compose, his expression respectful, and his eyes sincere. He knew that Qingyuan would not make another move, and the moment the monk of Wuwu Temple got up, it showed a problem, and he was willing to give himself such a chance.

..........

The candidates on the top of the mountain could not see what was happening in the gimbal, and the sound that they could hear could no longer be heard because of the agitation of the clouds before. All they could see was the sky higher than the cloud platform, the induction generated by the small world of mountains and rivers.

The previous magnificent Buddha light sprinkled on the world, so that all candidates were infected by this solemnity and felt insightful. Then there was the violent churning of the clouds. How could that white cloud reach so close to the cloud platform, and was there something rolling in the white cloud? Some people speculate that it was the technique of Seifu-in, or the Eight Heavenly Dragon Sect of Buddhism. Then they heard a loud roar, as if a sword had been unsheathed.

What happened next was a little weird.

Because the one that pressed down the cloud platform cracked from the middle, even on the top of the mountain, everyone could feel the majestic pressure that poured down from the cloud platform, the light was no longer solemn, and the Buddha's light was no longer grand, and then everyone heard a soft sound, and they were shocked to see a slight crack on the pillar of the cloud platform that went deep into the clouds. Then the light dispersed, and there were no more clouds in the sky above the gimbal.

This battle should be over, who wins and who loses?

Ouyang Luo's expression showed a look of worry that could no longer be concealed, and he put his hands on his knees, clenching his fingers, as if he was about to scratch the blood.

Lu Yu's face was pale, his expression was extremely shocked, and he looked at the crack on the cloud platform and felt countless emotions rise in his heart.

Tang Yan frowned tightly, he naturally had many more mysteries than everyone else, even if his divine sense could not penetrate, he could still feel the intensity of the battle between the two on the cloud platform, even if it was over now, he still didn't dare to determine who won and who lost.

At this moment, the white clouds around the gimbal dispersed an opening, and two rainbows fell.

All the candidates looked over at the same time.

Ouyang Luo's eyes widened, full of anticipation and worry.

Tang Yan smiled at this time, and his previously frowning brows were instantly relaxed.

Two academic staff helped Bai Jiu out of the rainbow.

His face was as pale as paper, the neckline of his shirt was covered with blood, and his already lowered eyebrows, if it weren't for the fact that his clothes were still intact and his face was not bruised, the whole person was like a beggar who had been beaten by a wicked man.

Then at another rainbow, the little monk of Wuwu Temple, with a clean and tidy robe, floated down.

There was silence all around the summit, and although it seemed that the results were obvious, no one dared to determine who would win and who would lose when the news was actually announced.

Ouyang Luo and Lu Yuchen hurriedly got up to greet them, Tang Yan came slowly, his eyes were full of joy and patted Bai Jiu's shoulder.

Everyone didn't understand where Tang Yan's joy came from, and even Tianyu couldn't understand it at this time.

Tang Chun walked through all the trials with Qingyuan, and naturally knew the other party's victory posture, Bai Jiu seemed to be pale, and his neckline was overflowing with blood, but his clothes were very complete, and there were no traces left by the fight on his body.

The light of the Buddha is scattered, since the clouds are light and the wind is light, it naturally means that the Dharma body of Qingyuan is broken, and the King of Immovable Ming has dissipated the world. Bai Jiu broke the Law Body, and Qingyuan didn't fight him, which naturally showed that Bai Jiu won.

Sure enough, then the voice of the chief examiner sounded from the clouds, announcing the result of this duel.

Qingyuan admits defeat.

Under the shocked gaze of the candidate, Bai Jiu was supported by Ouyang Luo, slowly walked to a banyan tree, and leaned there gently.

Lu Yu sighed: "The dispute between gentlemen, there are indeed gentlemen everywhere. ”

Bai Jiu smiled and said with some embarrassment: "It's just the beauty of inheriting people, Senior Brother Tang Chun's sword gave me a chance." ”

Ouyang Luo's eyes were full of joy, Tang Chun shook the folding fan with a smile, and the banyan leaves gently rippled, as if a warm spring breeze rose.

There was silence above the gimbal.

There was silence in the white clouds all around, and the big men were silent, not knowing what to say about the battle.

This is a real battle that cannot be seen or heard, and the heaven and earth induction generated by the small world before has all dissipated, and only the cobweb-like cracks on the gimbal declare the intensity of this battle and the terrifying strength of the two players.

They have seen a lot of battles in the white clouds, and the hidden dragon trial competition has ended many battles so far. There are tragic and wonderful among these, but there is nothing they can't see.

Seifuin asked them for trust and respect, and the Seifuin disciples returned the trust with shock.

What this academy expresses now is far from being as simple as it seems, the departure of Lord Martial Sage, the belief that Lord Zhuge has chosen, what a deep meaning makes these people in the field silent after all.