After Tan Leshan, the next person to come on the field was Su Wenhong.

He was about to walk towards the ring, when he saw a figure jumping into the ring first, it was Luo Taiqing.

Not only him, but Song Shiyin and the others didn't expect that Su Wenhong's opponent would be Luo Taiqing, and at this time, he could only come to cover the water and earth.

Luo Taiqing's face was gloomy, he tilted his head slightly, and quietly looked at Su Wenhong in front of him.

And Su Wenhong also stood in place, with her hands on her chest, looking at him indifferently.

Neither of them made a move, but the momentum around them rose frequently, and a silent confrontation had begun.

"I didn't expect my opponent to be you." In a word, Luo Taiqing said a thousand times.

"There's a lot of things you didn't expect."

Su Wenhong replied, and then her face was full of impatience, and she said, "If you want to fight, fight quickly, don't waste my time."

"It seems that if you want to step down sooner, then- satisfy you!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Taiqing pinched the trick in his hand, causing a violent wind and catching Su Wenhong off guard.

Su Wenhong was blown to the hem of his clothes, and the wind blade hidden in the wind was also scratching his skin, just like the previous round of competition.

He let out a low shout, "Ten Directions One Qi Tu Technique!"

A wall of earth quickly sprouted from the ground, holding him firmly behind him, and the solidified wall of earth resisted the wind.

Luo Taiqing blew the wind stronger and stronger, and Su Wenhong, who was defensive, was also forced to surround the earthen wall layer after layer to fight against the strong wind.

The wind blade continued to cut through the earthen wall, and the dust flew up, and it was swept away by the wind again, and for a while, the loess above the ring was filled with it, making it impossible to see clearly.

The two faced each other for a full quarter of an hour, evenly matched, and no one had the upper hand.

Luo Taiqing sneered, the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, and the seal on his hand was sealed, launching an even more powerful hurricane.

The wind struck, and instantly blew away the earthen wall standing in front of Su Wenhong, and his body was also crumbling in the wind, and he took dozens of steps back before he barely stabilized.

Even so, his feet did not stand still, but little by little, the wind carried them towards the edge of the ring.

"Are you going to go down yourself, or am I going to beat you down?" Luo Taiqing asked.

"You're saying that too soon!" Su Wenhong snorted coldly.

He sharpened his face a little, poured spiritual power into his whole body, and then moved behind Luo Taiqing.

Su Wenhong made a seal on his hand, and when he launched the exercise again, a little dirt appeared on the ground, the ground was sunken, and except for the place where he was standing, the rest of the place turned into a mud swamp.

Luo Taiqing's body gradually sank, the mire was no longer above his ankles, and the wind vortex gathered under his feet, and bubbles bulged out in the mire.

In this way, he maintained his body.

"Look, you can't help me." Luo Taiqing spit out word by word.

Su Wenhong didn't speak, but just controlled the mire, and a cloud of dirt jumped out of it and hit Luo Taiqing.

The dirt splattered on his robes, staining them and sliding the rest back into the mire.

Luo Taiqing stood quietly, looking at Su Wenhong, as if he was laughing at him, this attack could not hurt him in the slightest.

The next moment, the mud smashed straight towards Luo Taiqing's face, and he was able to dodge it sideways, but he was too hard, his feet were unstable, and he fell towards the mire.

Su Wenhong's pupils shrank, and he understood that his opportunity had come, so he threw out several balls of dirt again and smashed them at Luo Taiqing.

Once Luo Taiqing falls into the quagmire, there is no room to turn over.

Luo Taiqing's eyes were red, the aura around his body soared, and the wind struck, whirling under his body, and he was forced to lift his whole person up, and he couldn't fall into the quagmire.

"What? Are you disappointed?" The next moment, Luo Taiqing actually came behind Su Wenhong in a flash.

He hovered his feet above the mire and stood quietly, looking down at Su Wenhong below.

Su Wenhong took a few steps back, distanced herself from him, tightened the corners of her mouth, and didn't say a word.

Su Wenhong was thinking about countermeasures, Luo Taiqing's exercises

Obviously, he can restrain himself, if he doesn't fall into the quagmire, the mud alone can't help him.

At present, the only way is to continue to create opportunities and pull Luo Taiqing into the quagmire. While procrastinating for time, waiting for the moment when his spiritual power is exhausted and he is unable to perform the exercises...

But can your spiritual power really last that long? Su Wenhong was drumming in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

"Try it!" Luo Taiqing said softly.

He pinched again, and the wind was raging around him, as if there were a pair of hands, tearing Su Wenhong's clothes.

The sect clothes on Su Wenhong's body were already broken, revealing a large white arm, and the rest of the body was also tattered, almost unable to cover her body.

Not only that, Luo Taiqing sneered, and the wind condensed downward, little by little, towards Su Wenhong's back.

Su Wenhong was overwhelmed and fell to the ground, and Luo Taiqing forced him to bow his head, bend over, and prostrate on the ground.

"That's what it looks like." Luo Taiqing finally smiled, very sarcastic.

The wind still didn't stop, Su Wenhong's body was full of wounds cut by the wind blade, and the blood flowed all over the ground, spreading into the distance, like a meandering red stream.

His face was pressed against the ground, his hands clenched, and it could be seen that he was trying to resist, but in vain.

Luo Taiqing approached Su Wenhong step by step.

"Are you begging me for mercy?" Luo Tai asked knowingly, he squatted down and looked at Su Wenhong.

Su Wenhong's eyes were full of unyielding, he didn't show half of his intentions, and he was still resisting.

"Won't?"

Luo Taiqing stepped on Su Wenhong's face, pressed his head down, and crushed his right foot back and forth.

"Luo Tai is not a thing!" Bian Tingyu under the ring was already angry and scolded.

"This ***, I'm really going to break him into pieces!" Sun Yao also gritted his teeth.

Song Shiyin's eyes were dark, she was really angry.

In just one sect competition, Luo Taiqing came up to find the stubble many times, insulted Tan Leshan first, and now treats Su Wenhong like this.

If he can enter the next round of competition, Song Shiyin must also taste the taste of being humiliated and having no way to ask for help!

The situation on the field has not changed, Su Wenhong is covered in injuries, and Luo Taiqing is still humiliating him unrelentingly.

Time passed minute by minute, and Su Wenhong was still lying quietly in the ring, lying in a pool of blood, powerless to fight back.

But he didn't get out of the ring, and the competition was not over.

"Luo Taiqing! You're still not human!" I couldn't stand it anymore, Bian Tingyu roared angrily.

If this continues, if Su Wenhong does not treat the wound in time, it is very likely that the root of the disease will fall and affect his cultivation in the future.

Luo Taiqing on the stage clearly heard it, he turned his head and smiled at a few people, and then he spit out a few words: "I won't let go."

Song Shiyin was furious, she turned her head to look at the seat, bowed slightly, and asked, "Elders, if the monk dies in the ring, will it not be possible to determine the end of the game?"

The words are sonorous and powerful.

The elders looked at each other, then at the ring, and finally replied, "If the monk wants to admit defeat, he can raise his hand."

After finishing speaking, Luo Taiqing turned around and glared at Song Shiyin angrily, she was not afraid, and calmly looked at Luo Taiqing.

"Wen Hong! Hurry!" Bian Tingyu shouted anxiously, winning or losing is indeed important, but the body is the capital of cultivation.

Su Wenhong struggled inwardly, he closed his eyes and raised his hand in despair.

"In that case, this game is over!" The elder announced that Luo Taiqing had won, and he snorted coldly and got out of the ring.

Song Shiyin and a few people quickly ran to the ring, Zhuo Guang and Sun Yao were about to compete in the next game, and Su Wenhong was carried on his back and taken back to his residence to treat his wounds.

Su Wenhong was already dying at this time, his hands hung weakly on his legs, his body was dripping with blood and was very fragile.

Song Shiyin sent them all the way to Tongfa Station, and his heart was quite uneasy.

At this time, Zhuo Guang and Sun Yao stepped into the ring.

After coming to the stage, the two stood still, and Sun Yao spoke first: "Brother Zhuo, please advise!"

Zhuo Guang nodded slightly, took out his bow and arrow, and aimed it at Sun Yao's shoulder.

Sun Yao's pupils shrank, and he snorted, "Ruyi Ancient True Fire!"

Flames erupted from Zhuo Guang's feet, spreading, raging with flames, and soon spread throughout the ring.

Zhuo Guang's sect robe was burned by the flames, exuding a thick scorching aura, and the firelight was imprinted on his face, not hiding his calmness.

He jumped up, flew up in the air, and fired several arrows in the air, and the arrows were aimed directly at Sun Yao's right shoulder.

Sun Yao dodged sideways, but unexpectedly, the arrow turned around and chased him again, he was shocked, and had to bend down again.

Unable to avoid being injured by the flames, Zhuo Guang had no choice but to constantly change his position, and there was nowhere to stay for no more than a breath.

This also created an opportunity for him to shoot arrows at Sun Yao from all directions, making him unguardable, dodging this one and the next one.

Sun Yao jumped up and down in the ring, moving left and right, and was able to dodge the arrows flying towards him.

But this is not a long-term solution, after all, Zhuo Guang's arrow has a tracking effect, and he controls the arrow to keep turning, and attacks Sun Yao again.

Sun Yao's eyes rolled, he lay on the ring, a roll, and the arrow shot straight into the ground, and he was intact.

He raised his eyebrows at Zhuo Guang, thinking that he had broken the game.

Then, when he saw Zhuo Guang shaking his head and sighing, he secretly said that it was not good, and sure enough, the next moment, the arrow feathers that were tightly inserted into the ground began to tremble.

In a few shakes, the arrow feather was pulled out of the ground and flew towards Sun Yao again.

"Brother Zhuo! What a powerful arrow you have!" Sun Yao was out of breath when he was chased, and he had to take the time to praise Zhuoguang.

"Thanks for the compliment, left!" Zhuo Guang controlled the arrow feathers, a full ten, and the arrows were all in different directions.

Even though Sun Yao tried his best to dodge, he was still injured, and an arrow feather that came from his right rear cut through his arm, and blood immediately gushed out.

He was already so tired and out of breath at this time, the sweat on his body not only wet his hair, but also his clothes, wet and sticking to his body, uncomfortable.

He caught an empty hole and immediately cast a spell, and the ordinary waves of fire rushed towards Zhuo Guang in waves.

Zhuo Guang was forced to retreat sharply, his toes touched the ground, and he jumped forward, still burned to his ankles by the sea of fire, bringing a scorched black.

After a few back and forth, Zhuo Guang's clothes were almost completely blackened, and his face was also stained with black marks.

"You're pretty good at fire, too." Zhuo Guang also praised.

"No, no, no, it's still far worse than Brother Zhuo!" Sun Yao set off a wave of fire again, and took the time to answer Zhuo Guang.

"Brother Sun is even better." After speaking, Zhuo Guang jumped behind Sun Yao and led several arrow feathers towards his back.

He quickly changed his position again, creating a momentum of sound and attack, and Sun Yao's attention was on the sea of fire, and he didn't notice it.

The arrow feather entered the body, Sun Yao was in pain, snorted, his hand shook, and he failed to release the sea of fire, giving Zhuo Guang a chance to take advantage of it again.

Zhuo Guang attached spiritual power to the arrow feathers, and the spiritual power unfolded to form a shield and shot towards Sun Yao.

The shield made contact with Sun Yao's body, pushing him back and forth, he was shocked, and he could only watch himself get closer and closer to the edge of the ring, but he couldn't do anything.

"Brother Zhuo, your trick is too powerful!" Before the stage, Sun Yao only left this sentence.

So far, Zhuo Guang has won.