Now, among the few members of the team, only Du Yunxi has not yet competed, although everyone is very optimistic, she still has a lot of pressure.

"Come on, Yunxi!" Song Shiyin patted Du Yunxi's shoulder, and the rest of the people also came up to cheer for her.

"Our team has a beginning and an end, Senior Sister Xue is the first person to participate in the third round of the competition, she has won, Yun Xi is the last, and she will definitely be able to return victorious!" Bian Tingyu held Du Yunxi's arm.

"Thank you. I will!" Du Yunxi's tone was firm, and then he turned around and walked to the ring.

Song Shiyin is like this, watching Du Yunxi move forward step by step, Du Yunxi will definitely win, but she still hopes that Du Yunxi will win easily and not get hurt.

The person who fought against Du Yunxi was not a new disciple, a male cultivator of the seventh order in the foundation building period, and Song Shiyin had some impressions of him.

In the first few rounds of the competition, he played steadily, and he is a strong and experienced male cultivator.

Du Yunxi's game must go through a hard battle.

Not only Song Shiyin, but many people in the audience were very concerned about this game, and those who guessed that Du Yunxi won had a heated discussion with those who thought that the male cultivator was superior.

"This fellow Daoist! You judge what the two of us say, which do you agree with?" Song Shiyin was paying attention to the field, and someone next to her patted her on the shoulder.

Looking back, it was the two monks who were red-faced, one was more optimistic about Du Yunxi, and the other said that she was inexperienced.

"The female cultivator is just getting started, but this just shows that she is extremely talented, and she has reached the seventh level of foundation building in just ten years of cultivation, which can be described as a dragon and phoenix among people."

"No matter how talented she is, she has only entered the immortal cultivation realm for a few years now, and this male cultivator has the same cultivation as her, and she has seen a lot of the world in the Nine Domains, when it comes to fighting, how can the two compare?"

"How can you say that male cultivators are more experienced? In my opinion, based on the performance of the first few rounds, it is clear that the nuns are more adaptable and have the appearance of winners."

"You are a hard-mouthed person, I won't argue with you, let's let this Taoist friend say."

Both of them looked at Song Shiyin, she looked to the left and then to the right, and finally decided to pretend to be stupid.

"The two Daoists are very experienced, and they can see the difference in the situation, but I am stupid in nature, and I feel that these two people are evenly matched, and I can't tell who is better." Song Shiyin said sincerely.

"Let's watch the game!" The monk who supported Du Yunxi flicked his hand, turned his head, and looked at the ring.

And on the field, the two are also ready, and the game that countless people have been looking forward to has finally begun.

The two of them are both restrained by fire and ice, and it depends on who can be better and suppress each other.

Du Yunxi let out a low sigh, "Bingyuan Tianji Treasure!"

The temperature plummeted, hundreds of ice picks floated in front of her, and with a wave of her hand, the ice picks flew out towards the male cultivators.

The male cultivator also snorted, not afraid at all, and with a wave of his hand, a raging fire ignited in front of him, and the flames rose several meters, stopping all the ice picks.

The ice picks melted, and the droplets fell with a clatter, dousing several more clusters of flames.

Du Yunxi summoned the icicle again, and the male cultivator also raised the raging flames several meters higher again, and both sides were unstoppable, slamming into them fiercely, and there was a boom in the ring.

The breath of ice and snow and the breath of fire permeated the surroundings, and everyone in the audience only felt that there were two heavens of ice and fire, one second they felt cold, and the next moment they felt extremely hot.

Many monks felt unbearable, and opened the spiritual shield one after another. new

After a few back and forth, Du Yunxi and the male cultivator were evenly matched, and no one could suppress anyone, the ice pick melted into water droplets, fell on the ring, and after extinguishing a part of the flame, the flame ignited again, and the water stains on the ring evaporated.

In this way, there are no water stains on the ring, and there are no more traces of burning.

Du Yunxi's expression was very solemn, and the male cultivator also felt that it was quite tricky, and after several temptations, both of them felt that they had to show their housekeeping skills.

Du Yunxi withdrew the icicle, stood with his hands in his hands, and said with words in his mouth: "Tianxuan Beidou Technique!"

Then place your hands on your chest

, played the Dao Dao handprint, the temperature around the body dropped again and again, and there was even frost on the ring, and the sea of fire under the feet of the male cultivator was actually silent at this time.

Pieces of snowflakes suddenly floated in the air, and Du Yunxi's spiritual power was surging, and her robe flew one after another, making a sound of brushing.

The snowflakes were followed by hailstones the size of fingernails, crackling and falling to the ground in the afternoon.

One of the hailstones hit the male cultivator's shoulder, and he shook it slightly, and unexpectedly, the hail did not fall to the ground, but seemed to stick to him.

The male cultivator frowned, and reached out to remove the hailstone, but the hail on his shoulder melted in an instant and entered his bones and blood.

His shoulders were frozen, and the male cultivator couldn't move at all, and this cold qi still had a tendency to spread to his body, and the male cultivator's brows furrowed even tighter.

With one successful move, Du Yunxi planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a wave of her hand, all the hailstones that fell from the sky flew towards the male cultivator.

The male cultivator pressed his shoulders and was about to dodge, only to find that his feet had already been frozen, and he was completely unconscious under the entanglement of the cold qi.

The hailstones all fell on the male cultivator's body, and at this time, his body was frosty, his lips were purple, his complexion was pale, and he had a pair of eyes down, not like a living person.

But Du Yunxi knew that it was still very early and far from her victory, and if the male cultivator could be easily defeated by her, he would not stay until this step.

Sure enough, the male cultivator's body suddenly ignited a raging fire from the inside out, and the fire melted the ice, and he regained his freedom.

The aura around the male cultivator surged, the flames rolled, he raised his eyes, pinched the trick in his hand, and the flames floated from the ring and gathered in front of him.

The flames gathered more and more, burned more and more, and gradually took on a shape, and a fire dragon was born!

The fire dragon spread its limbs, and the flames on it jumped in all directions, and as soon as it opened its mouth, bursts of dragon groans rang out, resounding through the sky.

As soon as the male cultivator stretched out his hand again, the fire dragon rolled in the air and flew towards Du Yunxi, menacing and irresistible.

Du Yunxi's pupils on the opposite side shrank, and a scorching breath came to her face, and she pinched the trick in her hand, and the cold ice gradually rose from the soles of her feet, erecting an ice wall in front of her.

The fire dragon kept hitting the ice wall, making a clicking sound, and water continued to flow down on the ice wall, Du Yunxi's hands kept moving, reinforcing the ice wall again and again to resist the attack.

The male cultivator also continued to send spiritual power to the fire dragon, and the duel between the two monks was transformed into a duel between the fire dragon and the ice wall at this moment.

Du Yunxi pondered for a moment, and with his other hand, he summoned an ice pick, and hundreds of ice picks quietly rose from the ground and appeared behind the male cultivator.

The ice pick flew towards him, and he felt the breath of ice in an instant, and the fire dragon circled in front of him and met the sneaking ice pick.

The fire dragon swallowed all the icicles with a big mouth, and then turned over in the air, taking this opportunity, Du Yunxi summoned the icicles again and attacked directly in front of the male cultivator.

With this sound, the ice pick finally entered the male cultivator's body again, freezing his whole body.

At this time, the fire dragon that was led into the distance by Du Yunxi flew back again, aiming directly at Du Yunxi's head, ready to swallow it in one gulp.

Du Yunxi retreated sharply, a few dodges shook off the fire dragon again, she kicked on the shoulder of the male cultivator, the male cultivator's body couldn't move, fell to the ground, and then rowed dozens of meters away.

The male cultivators were close to the edge of the ring, and there was an uproar on and off the stage, and some monks even stood on tiptoe just to see more clearly, and they stared nervously at the situation on the stage, for fear of missing the critical moment.

Song Shiyin knew that Du Yunxi would win this game, but it would not be now, that male cultivator definitely did not reveal his true hole cards.

She expected it to be good.

The male cultivator, who was obviously frozen in place, jumped up in the next second, and a few dodges pierced behind Du Yunxi, his hands ignited flames, and he hit Du Yunxi.

The speed was too fast, and when Du Yunxi noticed it, it was too late to dodge, she ate the blow raw, and her entire right arm and shoulder were burned by the flames, exuding the smell of burnt flesh.

She works in the body

The ice spiritual power flowed towards the right arm, and under the breath of ice, the burning sensation was greatly reduced, Du Yunxi slowly exhaled a breath, and calmed down to continue the duel.

At this time, Du Yunxi and the male cultivator faced each other, both standing upright in the ring, and the momentum of the two sides was high, comparable to each other.

The two attacked together again, the male cultivator waved his hand, setting off a monstrous sea of fire, and as soon as Du Yunxi stretched out his hand, hail fell from the sky.

The two of you advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat, back and forth, the collision of ice and fire is inextricable.

Everyone doesn't want to admit defeat, and they don't want to show their cowardice, so they can only attack again and again, and keep attacking the enemy's weak points without reservation.

But when the monks are always exhausted, especially when the two of them are only the seventh-order cultivators of the foundation building period at this time, under the high-intensity fight, the spiritual power has long been unable to support it.

Both sides were holding on, unwilling to lose each other's head, but both of them had messy hair, sweaty foreheads, panting, and trembling bodies.

At this point, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, the two brought a wonderful duel to everyone, and they also gained a lot in this fight.

Du Yunxi still didn't give up, she spread her feet slightly, forcibly stabilized her body, mobilized the spiritual power in her body again, and took advantage of the male cultivator's unpreparedness to hit with one blow.

The ice wall flew out, and in just a moment, it arrived in front of the male cultivator, and the two touched, hitting him and flying towards the edge of the ring.

The male cultivator wanted to resist, but the consumption of his body was greater than Du Yunxi's, and at this time it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and barely holding his body was the limit, and he couldn't use his spiritual power.

The male cultivator was unwilling to step down, and the elders announced that Du Yunxi had won.

Du Yunxi held on and reached the edge of the ring step by step.

Song Shiyin rushed up to help her, and as soon as she got off the stage, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Song Shiyin and Bian Tingyu hurriedly scooped her up, put her arms on their shoulders one left and one right, and helped her back to rest.

At this point, the third round of the competition is over, and the ten disciples who remain are the top ten of this sect competition, and as for the specific ranking, they will participate in the fourth round of the competition.

In the fourth round, each monk can choose their own opponent, and once both parties agree to each other, they can start the battle.

Each monk can only participate in five duels, with the winner earning one point and the loser remaining the same.

After the end of the competition, the ranking is based on points, the highest score is the leader of the sect competition, if there are the same points, then play another game, the winner is the first, the loser is the latter.

At this point, the Zongmen Dabi has been going on for nine days, and there is only the last day left.

Song Shiyin has been watching her opponent for the past few days, and she now has the qualifications to enter the inner door, and her goal is to achieve a tenth place in tomorrow's competition.

But if she wants to win one game, she can only win one game.

For this opponent, she wants to choose Luo Taiqing.

The old and new accounts will be settled together tomorrow.