In this game, the two of them played back and forth, and the point was up, in terms of strength, Zhuo Guang would not play for half an hour.

Zhuo Guang and Sun Yao got out of the ring with a smile, one was willing to lose, but he still forced a smile. Another diversionary topic, I can't bear to mention it.

"Thank you Brother Zhuo for your mercy, and congratulations on making it to the fourth round!" Sun Yao said this sentence sincerely.

"Congratulations! Anyway, it's a happy event that our team has another person. As for Sun Yao, his own skills are not as good as others, so he can cultivate well in the future." Sun Xiao put his hand on Sun Yao's shoulder, patted it hard, and then looked at Zhuo Guang.

"That's right, that's right, you continue to work hard, you have to play well in the remaining games, Brother Su and I are waiting for you to return victorious."

At this point, there is no need to hold on to it, Song Shiyin also congratulated Zhuo Guang, and Zhuo Guang nodded in response.

In the next game, it was finally Song Shiyin's turn, her face did not change, and she stepped into the ring.

Her opponent was obviously a sword cultivator, holding a cyan long sword in his hand, his posture was erect, and when he saw her come up, he saluted slightly.

"Please advise!" The voice is clear, like a clear spring.

Seeing his demeanor, Song Shiyin guessed that he should be a disciple of the previous years, and it was better to be careful in this game.

Song Shiyin raised his hand slightly. There were zero tears flowing in the dantian, and Lin Teng held it in his hand. It also stinks and is difficult to practice.

Please also ask the senior brother to give advice. Song Shiying said loudly.

Both sides are ready. The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

The male cultivator dragged the long sword a few steps forward, the tip of the sword drew a long seal on the ring, he raised the sword and swung it fiercely towards Song Shiyin.

The sword light flickered, with a strong aura of wood spiritual power, it turned out that this male cultivator was the same as her, and he was also a wood spirit root.

The sword qi was struck, as if with the potential to destroy the world and destroy the earth, Song Shiyin's eyes only had overwhelming green, and he couldn't see anything else.

She controlled her body to retreat sharply, and the sword qi hit the ring, making a bang, and a crack quickly grew from east to west, which showed the great power of the male cultivator's sword.

The male cultivator stepped forward again in three or two steps, approached Song Shiyin, and slashed at her with a sword, aiming directly at Song Shiyin's weakness.

The fierceness of the attack made Song Shiyin quite overwhelmed, she reacted quickly, lowered her head, turned sideways, and dodged all the attacks of the male cultivator.

Song Shiyin threw the Spirit Devouring Vine on the ground fiercely, relying on the force of the opposite, and quickly retreated, opening a distance of several meters from the male cultivator.

The figure of the male cultivator flashed, attacking towards Song Shiyin's left side, she retreated to the right, intending to dodge, but she didn't expect that this was just a false shot from the male cultivator.

Song Shiyin's step to the right was just right for her to meet the long sword, the blade was sharp, cutting her arm, blood flowing out, staining the sect's clothes red, like a little red plum in the ice and snow.

The male cultivator shook the long sword, and the blood beads dripped on the ring in the distance, and the long sword returned to a cyan shining appearance, looking extremely sharp.

Song Shiyin calmed down and fully devoted herself to this competition, she not only watched the four directions, listened to the eight directions, but also used every part of her body to feel the movement of the wind in the air.

Right rear!

Song Shiyin took a few quick steps forward and dodged suddenly, and sure enough, the male cultivator appeared behind her right in the next second, but if she was any later, this time the long sword would cut through her shoulder.

Song Shiyin turned around and glanced at the male cultivator, and could see the undisguised surprise in his eyes, as if he thought that it was impossible for him to dodge this blow at all.

But that's exactly what happened.

The male cultivator attacked again, the sword light was mixed, one by one, crisscrossing in the air, Song Shiyin dodged a sword, and immediately another sword attacked her.

She simply summoned four more devouring vines, held the one in her hand and struck the ground, distancing herself from the male cultivator, while the other four intertwined with each other and stood in front of her, forming a shield made of vines.

The sword qi hit the vine with the wood-based spiritual power, and the vine gave birth to small and dense spikes, inhaling the spiritual power into the body.

The spiritual power around Song Shiyin's body surged wildly, pulling the soul devouring vines one by one, and the several swords shot by the male cultivator failed to hurt Song Shiyin.

She appeared quietly behind the vines, pinching her hands in a defensive gesture, and the breeze blew through the hair in her ears.

Seeing this, the male cultivator also paused his attack and thought about the way to change.

Song Shiyin can only summon a maximum of five Spirit Devouring Vines at the moment, and the vines can only protect one side of her, and the rest of the directions are unprotected, which is her biggest weakness.

The male cultivator grasped this, his figure flashed, and he attacked Song Shiyin's back again.

Sensing the movement, Song Shiyin also tiptoed a little, she turned slightly sideways, and jumped to the back of the vine, at this time, the male cultivator's attack also came.

The long sword slashed hard at the vines, and Song Shiyin continued to convey spiritual power to keep the vines unbroken.

With a slight force, the spiritual power on the vine body was accumulated, and the long sword was shaken away, and the male cultivator holding the sword could only take a few steps back to stabilize his body.

Song Shiyin threw out the Spirit Devouring Vine with his right hand and struck towards the male cultivator, and the vine body hit the ring, and the sound of banging was endless.

The male cultivator advanced, Song Shiyin retreated, the male cultivator retreated, Song Shiyin entered, the two went back and forth, no one could gain the upper hand, and for a while, the game was stalemate.

Song Shiyin must win this game no matter what, which is related to whether she can enter the inner door.

The male cultivator obviously performed another set of exercises, and his figure suddenly became unpredictable, and in the ring, he could not find his true body with the naked eye, leaving a group of afterimages.

Song Shiyin paid attention to the left and right with her residual vision, she felt it carefully, listening to the movements around her, the male cultivator may also have the idea of a quick victory, this blow will definitely be his full strength.

There was a wind on the right, Song Shiyin's pupils shrank, and she retreated to dodge, but there was still movement on the left, and she cautiously dodged sideways.

After repeating it several times, Song Shiyin still couldn't detect the true intention of the male cultivator, what direction did he want to attack from?

In the next second, when Song Shiyin didn't react, the long sword was plunged straight into her shoulder, she took a few steps back in pain, blood splattered out, and a few drops fell on her face.

She simply kicked the ground with the soles of her feet, and pulled out her long sword backwards with her strength, and this time, a sharp pain came, and she couldn't help frowning.

There was applause from under the ring, and the monks applauded one after another, all praising the wonderful blow of the male cultivator.

Song Shiyin lowered her head to check her wound, the long sword was very deep, almost penetrating her entire shoulder.

She ignored the pain and continued to follow the development of the battle.

After the male cultivator stabbed her with a sword, he stood not far from her with his sword, quietly staring at her.

"Will you throw in the towel?" The male cultivator asked.

"No way! Fight again!" Song Shiyin replied in a deep voice.

The male cultivator nodded, and raised his sword again, this time, the spiritual power around him was even better, and the spiritual power was surging wildly, with the momentum of being bound to win.

Song Shiyin was not afraid at all, with the blow just now, she had already found a flaw in the male cultivation method, and she would be able to break the game by just waiting for him to attack again.

There was no male cultivator in the ring again, only the afterimage flashed quickly, Song Shiyin calmed down and felt whether there was any remnant of wood spiritual power on the ground.

If the male cultivator stays somewhere, he will inevitably leave traces, and Song Shiyin wants to use this method to find the true body of the male cultivator and defeat the enemy with one blow.

After a few back and forth, Song Shiyin did not move, she closed her eyes, as if the heavens and the earth had disappeared at this moment, and only the pale green wood spiritual power was floating in the air.

Got it!

Song Shiyin didn't look back, but controlled the Spirit Devouring Vine at the same time, two of them were woven in front of him, and two of them went to the destination to wrap around the male cultivator's legs, and the Spirit Devouring Vine in his hand also hit the man quickly.

There was a thud.

The male cultivator's body smashed into the ring, and his body was wrapped around the Spirit Devouring Vine, binding his hands and feet.

He twitched, trying to break free, but the Soul Devouring vine was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't breathe a little.

"How did you do that?" The male cultivator asked.

"We are from the same origin."

Hearing this, the male cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, he smiled, like a clear mountain

The spring flows slowly.

"I see, thank you for your advice."

"Will you throw in the towel?" At that time, the male cultivator asked Song Shiyin what he said, and Song Shiyin returned it to him intact.

The male cultivator saw that he was trapped and couldn't move, and the overall situation had been decided, but he was still unwilling to say his words to admit defeat in person, so he slowly shook his head.

Song Shiyin shook off the spirit vine, wrapped his body around him, and sent him out of the ring.

Song Shiyin won.

There was thunderous applause at the table, saying that Song Shiyin and the male cultivator had brought them a wonderful showdown.

"Ten tones! Great!" Bian Tingyu rushed to the edge of the ring, revealing a bright smile.

Her voice was light and bright, with the brightness of a girl.

Song Shiyin could also breathe a sigh of relief, she swept over the elders on the table with her afterglow, their expressions were different, and some nodded slightly.

She now has the qualifications to enter the inner gate, and according to the previous situation she has learned, as long as she can become the top ten of the sect competition, there will basically be elders who are willing to accept her as a disciple.

In the past 100 years, only one has not been accepted, and he has used undeserved means on stage, and everyone spurns it, because no one wants to go along.

"Ten tones! Congratulations!" Du Yunxi stepped forward and hugged Song Shiyin into her arms, she patted Song Shiyin's back twice.

Several other members of the team also came up to congratulate, and Song Shiyin responded one by one.

"We're one more! It seems that in the future, our team will go sideways through the inner door!" Sun Yao raised his eyebrows, smiling and crooked.

"Hmph, Sun Yao, you call Senior Sister Sheng to listen first, and we will take care of you a lot in the future!" Bian Tingyu took Song Shiyin's hand and bumped Sun Yao's shoulder.

"Senior Sister Bian! Senior Sister Song! I'll have to remember my little me in the future!" Sun Yao wiped the non-existent tears with his hand and began to fake crying.

"Cut, not sincere at all!" Bian Tingyu rolled her eyes, Sun Yao was not convinced, and the two quarreled again.

After Song Shiyin, it was Sun Xiao who went to war.

Seeing Sun Xiao's opponent standing in the ring, Song Shiyin sighed, his luck was very bad.

That person is Pu Kaile, who is expected to become the first male cultivator in Song Shiyin's plan.

The ending was already doomed, but Sun Xiao didn't know it at this time, he straightened his back, step by step, and stepped into the ring.

The two didn't talk nonsense, and after saluting, they made a decisive move.

Pu Kaile deserved to be an experienced monk, and as soon as he made a move, he pressed Sun Xiao step by step, and he had no power to fight back.

Pu Kaile is a Lei Linggen monk, and he has an eighth-order cultivation in the foundation building period, and Sun Xiao obviously has no chance of winning.

He also discovered this, although he has been at a disadvantage, he did not give up on himself, and did his best to complete this duel.

Sun Xiao spread the weeds all over the ground, and failed to trap Pu Kaile once, he dodged the attack while trying to find Pu Kaile's loopholes.

Pu Kaile found out about this, and with the next blow, he deliberately exposed his flaws, waiting for Sun Xiao to take the bait.

How is the fledgling Sun Xiao his opponent, he was expected to be fooled, after this mistake, there is no possibility of turning defeat into victory.

Pu Kaile's shot was not ruthless, and he was also point-to-point, leaving a face.

He sent Sun Xiao under the ring and motioned to him to apologize.