Luo Qingchen took a slight step, and his figure flew up from the crowd and slowly landed on the ring.

"Is this the Lone Sword Peak disciple? It's not bad! ”

Someone's eyes lit up and couldn't help but praise.

"No matter how good-looking it is, what can it be, wait a minute, it's not like you're going to be beaten down!" Someone said disdainfully.

"It is said that there are two disciples of Lone Sword Peak who have advanced to the third round, even if they lose, they are still honored, after all, there are only a few disciples of them!"

"Idiot! Can't you tell her age? I guess I'm about to approach the bottom line of 30 years old! If I had been cultivating for so long, I would have won the championship! ”

Someone continues to disdain.

"Oh! I see! ”

Just as the crowd was talking, Bai Yingwu, who had white hair fluttering, walked up step by step into the void.

"Senior Sister Bai is mighty!"

"Senior Sister Bai will win!"

The disciples of the Sword Peak shouted loudly, but after shouting twice, they found that no one responded, and they quickly closed their mouths in embarrassment, compared to the two of them, Bai Yingwu's popularity was still worse.

However, the following discussion is quite lively.

Obviously, many people know her and have heard of her, and even many old disciples in the foundation building period are communicating with each other.

"Bai Yingwu's talent is enough to rank in the top ten of this class of disciples, winning is inevitable, but I don't know how many moves it takes!"

A male disciple of the foundation building period with silver-white eyes smiled cynically.

"It's not even a game, anything is possible!"

An ethereal and ethereal, surrounded by smoke clouds, a stunning beauty who does not look like a mortal, and said in a flat tone.

"She's your sister, you don't think she's going to lose, do you?" The silver-eyed man turned to look at the woman and smiled.

"I would never conclude that something didn't happen, and besides, she's my cousin!" The woman's tone was still flat.

"Haha! Not all the same! Anyway, I think my sister will definitely win, if you don't accept it, let's make a bet! ”

"Not interested! Also, she's my cousin, a cousin who's a hundred years old! ”

The ethereal woman's eyes were slightly cold, and the silver-eyed man diverted the topic with a haha.

This woman is beautiful, but she loves to drill the horns too much, and whoever marries will be unlucky for a lifetime.

The silver-eyed man sneered in his heart.

Except for the two, everyone else is also talking about it, and this game is extremely popular.

"You're not my opponent, so let's admit defeat as soon as possible! lest you be hurt in vain! ”

Bai Yingwu, who got into the ring, said coldly, not taking Luo Qingchen in his eyes at all.

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

Luo Qingchen replied lightly, and pointed like a sword, summoning his flying sword, which was a third-order flying sword with a lead-gray body and a white cold air around it.

"I can't help myself!"

Seeing Luo Qingchen's actions, Bai Yingwu was not polite, his cuffs shook, and he also released his flying sword, a sword body was translucent ice crystal color, covered with ice cracks like natural cracks, and the surrounding area was also filled with cold air, the range was larger than Luo Qingchen's sword, but it still did not reach the level of a spiritual weapon.

Dabi has a rule that no more than the fourth order of magic weapons can be used.

Both of them are ice flying swords, which can be regarded as a kind of fate.

"There is something wrong with this woman's sword, Senior Sister Luo is afraid that she will suffer!" Shang Yaoyao frowned, and then she shook her head self-deprecatingly: "Anyway, it's all losing, it's the same whether you suffer a loss or not!" ”

Xu Mu didn't answer, just looked at Luo Qingchen in the ring, and always felt that things would not be so simple.

He knows Luo Qingchen, although he has a tough personality, he is definitely not stupid.

Where did she get the confidence?

Xu Mu pinched his chin and thought.

Li Heng looked at Luo Qingchen in the ring, his eyes flickered, as if he knew something, but he didn't say it.

Boom!

The melodious bell rang out from the main hall, and the game officially began.

"Frost Shadow!"

Luo Qingchen took the lead in making a move, and the flying sword flickered lightly under her control, instantly splitting dozens of sword shadows and shooting towards Bai Yingwu.

"Carving insect skills!"

With a pinch, Bai Yingwu sword trick split into more than twice as many sword shadows and shot towards Luo Qingchen.

Puff puff!

The sword shadows of the two sides collided, and all the sword shadows shot by Luo Qingchen were scattered, while Bai Yingwu still had more than a dozen sword shadows past.

"Senior Sister Luo's exercises have just advanced to perfection, and that Bai Yingwu's exercises have reached the realm of grandmasters, and both the quality and quantity of spiritual power far surpass that of Senior Sister Luo!" Shang Yaoyao said with a pretty face.

Her meaning is very simple, Luo Qingchen is not Bai Yingwu's opponent in that regard.

So she really didn't understand, what else did Luo Qingchen insist on?

Xu Mu and Li Heng didn't speak, they just watched the ring quietly, and the commercial medicine they engaged in seemed to be talking to themselves.

"Ice Shield!"

Facing the attacking sword shadow, Luo Qingchen hurriedly cast a spell, condensing pieces of solid ice shields out of thin air to resist, and at the same time distracted to summon the flying sword back.

"Humph! It's late! ”

Bai Yingwu snorted coldly, controlled his flying sword, and tightly wrapped Luo Qingchen's flying sword, making it impossible to get out at all.

The sword shadow on the other side had already collided with the ice shield.

Click! Click!

The ice shield was torn apart by the sword shadow, turning into ice crystals in the sky, and at the same time, the power of the sword shadow was greatly weakened, and Luo Qingchen finally dodged.

But also because of the reason for resisting the sword shadow, Luo Qingchen's energy was scattered, and the flying sword could not flexibly control the defeat and retreat of the beaten, and he was embarrassed.

"Even the sword technique is so far behind, what the hell is Senior Sister Luo doing!"

Shang Yaoyao said impatiently.

Bang Bang!

After resolving the Sword Shadow Crisis, Luo Qingchen finally had more energy to control the flying sword, but there was still a huge gap.

Roar!

Bai Yingwu controlled the flying sword to turn into an ice dragon like an entity, trapping Luo Qingchen's flying sword to death, constantly squeezing, Luo Qingchen's flying sword was like a small snake imprisoned, every time he struggled, he would be knocked back by the other party with stronger force, and he could only let out a pitiful and helpless wail.

At the same time, the two of them used sword tricks to fight, Bai Yingwu looked relaxed and comfortable, and he was at ease, while Luo Qingchen was nervous and struggling to support it.

The gap between the two is clear at a glance, and even ordinary people can see it.

Shang Yaoyao couldn't help but hold his forehead, not knowing what Luo Qingchen was still insisting on.

Boom!

After another collision, Luo Qingchen's flying sword aura dimmed, and he was knocked out of the gap.

"Senior Sister Luo still doesn't give up, can't she put the flying sword in?"

As far as she knew, the most precious thing on Luo Qingchen's body was this third-order flying sword made of deep sea cold iron.

For the sake of a game that is impossible to win, it is really not worth it to put in such a precious flying sword.

"Don't talk nonsense, senior sister should do it!" Xu Mu said lightly.

Li Heng glanced at Xu Mu in surprise, not understanding how he would know.

"Hands-on? What kind of hands, she still has ...... Hiss! ”

Shang Yaoyao's eyes suddenly widened, and he took a breath of cool air, which was really cool air.

Luo Qingchen on the field didn't know what secret techniques he had cast, and the temperament on his body changed rapidly, as if he had changed from a living person to an ice sculpture.

"She's awakened to the bloodline!"

(End of chapter)