The mist gradually dissipated, and the figure revealed its true face. There was another amazement off the field.

Standing in front of everyone on the stage, it was Gao Yun!

Gao Yun bent his knees on one foot, and the long sword was in his grip and he stiffened up to receive a blow from Luohe's long sword. Gao Yun stood still in place, his loose hair looked a little wolf, he secretly gritted his teeth, trying to stand up, only to find that his arm bones had been broken. But he couldn't shake it, and at this time he was afraid that if he couldn't hold it and fell, he might become everyone's hind legs!

Looking around the audience, those disciples who were familiar with him and who had once despised him were now looking at him with the same expectant eyes, and he felt that his body was extremely hot, and it turned into his own motivation. And a few people who are waiting to see a good show make Gao Yun unable to admit defeat!

Because of the blow just now, Gao Yun endured the chaotic breath in his body and the sharp pain of bone cracking at this time.

Chen Da and Yang Lin saw that Gao Yun was standing still, and found that Gao Yun might have been injured internally, so they quickly stepped forward and held Gao Yun up.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and the power of Luoshui also dares to take it hard. Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man on the auspicious clouds couldn't help but sigh, but his tone was always in one tone, and he didn't sound like any praise or disapproval; "Fortunately, the other party's cultivation is not high, and he can't fully exert the power of Luoshui Changfeng." ”

Jin Yu Gongzi, who was sitting opposite, took the tea bowl to his mouth with a leisurely expression and took a sip, smiling indifferently as if it was in his expectation.

Fang Yu looked at the young man in front of him who didn't seem to have a high cultivation level and was still coughing up blood, his face showed an unbelievable expression, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Gao Yunqiang endured the sharp pain from the broken arm and the injured organs in his body, and looked at Fang Yu with a slight tremble, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word. Although Fang Yu's cultivation was two times higher than Gao Yun, under his gaze, he actually felt a trace of timidity, and his heart was secretly furious, like a pool of unfathomable lake.

It's too dangerous to let this kid live!

Fang Yu secretly made up his mind, and immediately a little cold light flashed between his eyes, and his five fingers suddenly unfolded, pushing towards the high cloud void with a palm.

"Luohe drizzle!"

With a secret drink in his heart, the silver-white thin sword beside him suddenly burst out with a majestic aura, and suddenly swept into the sky and changed into countless small air swords.

The air swords were neatly arranged, like a well-trained army. As Fang Yu's mind turned, nearly a hundred qi swords dragging silver dazzling light emitted a buzzing sound, and the tips of the swords locked in Gao Yun's direction one after another, carrying bursts of sharp sounds of breaking the sky, shooting towards him in unison.

Although Chen Da helped Gao Yunhui with some aura, his injuries were severe, and he couldn't resist the attacks of so many qi swords, and he didn't have the strength to dodge away, so he could only watch as countless sharp swords flashing with silver-white light shot out from different directions.

Chen Da and Yang Lin, who were relatively close, were about to pull Gao Yun behind them and work together to resist the surging attack like a wave, when suddenly a flower appeared in front of them, and a white figure appeared in front of them instantly!

"Sikong! you ......" Chen Da exclaimed, originally he wanted to ask Sikong Qing if he could resist it, but after thinking about it, if even he couldn't stop him, he would not be an opponent, so he immediately intercepted the conversation and stopped talking.

In fact, Sikong Qing didn't hear what Chen Da was saying, because his attention was completely focused on the short sword that was rapidly sweeping a few feet away, and he had no time to be distracted.

Sikong Qing exhaled, bit his finger and dotted a drop of essence blood on the hilt of the Purple Electric Divine Spear.

Immediately, the light around the body of the spear was flourishing, and a silver-white light swept away all around, and above his head, a black cloud appeared out of thin air, and the white light flashed and thunder rolled between the clouds.

"Purple Electric White Rainbow Strike!"

Sikong Qing clenched the body of the gun with both hands, stretched out all his strength towards the front, and in an instant, it seemed that there was a thunder and lightning dragon roaring and condensing, and the sound of lightning and thunder was everywhere in the entire space.

The thick dragon of thunder and lightning slammed into the center of the group of swords with a squeaky lightning aura.

Seeing this, the other people in the field immediately decided to fly around and ran away, Chen Da picked up Gao Yun, and one took off and landed in the distance. If it is affected by the shock wave generated by these two forces, it will most likely fall into Yan zhòng's internal injuries.

"Bang!"

The two destructive energies collided, and at the moment of the collision, the aura that was free in the entire competition venue came to a standstill in an instant, and the originally bright space was shaken and slightly darkened.

However, the stagnation lasted for a moment, and immediately after, two terrifying energies that made people palpitate erupted fiercely on the laurel platform. The entire space was torn apart and twisted by the violent force, as if it had been slapped by a huge palm, and it was heavily dented.

In the energy storm swept by the explosion, it was filled with a crackling lightning aura and a gas needle as fine as a cow's hair, centered on the location where the energy collided, and quickly surged out in all directions.

In an instant, two disciples of Zheng Yuan, who had no time to escape back to the rest area, were swept away by the energy storm that swept in, and immediately spurted blood from their mouths, and blood marks broke out in many places all over their bodies, if they hadn't used their aura to protect the important parts of their bodies, I am afraid they would have been seriously injured long ago!

Chen Da, who rushed into the rest area before the storm caught up, put down Gao Yun, and then breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the energy storm raging outside, he couldn't help but feel a little numb: I didn't expect Sikong to be lazy and lazy on weekdays, but once it really broke out, it was so terrifying!

At the same time, the disciples of Chen Yuan, who were watching the live game through the light curtain in the square, were nervously sweating in their palms, their eyes were always fixed on the center of the arena, thinking about the same question: Did Sikong Qing win?

As the storm slowly dispersed, everyone was surprised to find that most of the Zhegui Terrace had been blasted away by the huge energy, and only a small section was still firmly connected to the ground, showing an incomplete triangular shape.

On the triangular platform, there is a golden arc-shaped barrier erected, but the barrier is already full of holes, and from time to time there is a sound of cracks expanding, and it doesn't take long for the aura barrier to finally turn into a cloud of broken powder in the sky with a crisp popping sound, and it will break away with the wind.

Behind that barrier was Sikong Qing. He was straight, and there were many deep scars on his body, but none of them were fatal. His expression gradually eased, and his right hand, which was originally held flat, was slowly put down, and then the whole person shook violently, and finally stood unsteadily, and sat on the triangular platform with a puff.

Not far in front of him, another figure stood, but he was gasping violently.

Compared to Sikong Qinglai, Fang Yu's condition was much worse, his body was covered with scarlet bloodstains, there was a deep scar on his right shoulder, his arm was weakly drooping down, and the pain from all over his body made his face distorted, obviously losing the strength to fight again.

At the time of the previous shock, although Fang Yu's sword qi had caused a lot of damage, it did not cause any serious wounds to Sikong Qing under the weakening of the Golden Wind Battle Armor, while Sikong Qing's sharp spear broke through from one point and directly seriously injured Fang Yu.

Just when Fang Yu finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground on his back, the bell for the end of the last round rang just in time.

Gao Yun, who was about to pass out due to the pain, endured the severe pain and watched the final duel between Sikong Qing and Fang Yu. When he saw the big words "Champion Chen Yuan" floating in the center of the field, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately fainted.

So he didn't see that when they were teleported back to the Chen Yuan Square, all the Chen Yuan disciples rushed up to celebrate wildly, and even Master Chen, who looked at them with a calm look in his eyes, also showed a hint of a smile.

The gripping play-offs finally came to an end amid cheers and more consternation. Many people couldn't help but wonder how Chen Yuan's strength could fall into the knockout round, and more people forgot about the amucus Gao Yun of Kaiyang Palace.

Gao Yun once thought that his fate or future was different. I1387