After the luncheon, Yu Wenling saw that the top four players in this clan competition were almost rested, so he ordered to go down and start the final four-strong showdown, and similarly, the two rounds of the top four showdown were still in the form of drawing lots.

And Yuwen Ling'er's opponent in the semifinals was drawn so far, the strongest clan disciple on the surface, Yuwen Bingyi.

Yuwen Zishan, on the other hand, faced off against another clan disciple to compete for a place in the finals.

The first round of the duel was first conducted by Yuwen Zishan's team.

At this time, the children of the clan who entered the semi-finals were not fuel-efficient lamps, and during the battle, although the opponent's cultivation realm was not as good as his own, the strength of the opponent's peak of the spiritual realm still made Yuwen Zishan have to pay attention to it, and they were also all out of the world, and the fighting skills were basically the same.

It's just that there is no surprise, in the face of Yuwen Zishan's advantage in the hard conditions of the realm, in the end, because the other party has no additional opportunities and means, the winner of the first semi-final match is naturally Yuwen Zishan.

"Sister Zishan."

Seeing the slightly tired Yuwen Zishan walk out of the ring, Yuwen Ling'er walked forward quickly and supported his arm.

"Don't worry, Ling'er, I'm fine, Sister Zishan, I'm not so easy to defeat."

Looking at Yuwen Ling'er with a worried face, Yuwen Zishan smiled slightly, signaling Yuwen Ling'er not to worry about herself.

Without waiting for the two to exchange a few more words, it was announced that the gong for the next competition had been sounded.

After helping Yuwen Zishan to the seat, Yuwen Ling'er glanced at Yuwen Bingyi, who had already left for the ring, and without any hesitation or hesitation, she followed closely.

In the ring, the two stood facing each other, and when Yu Wenling shouted, the battle officially began.

Yu Wenbing shook his hand, and a cold light sword had already been sacrificed from the Qiankun bag, and the mana in his body was running, and the mana power in the middle of the Gathering Spirit Realm was spread out in an instant, and he no longer had any reservations like he did in the quarterfinals this morning.

After everyone present felt the coercion of the magic from Yuwen Bingyi, they all cast concerned eyes on Yuwen Bingyi.

"The cultivation realm in the middle stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm is only about eighteen years old, and he already has this achievement, and this person's talent is not to be underestimated."

"I heard that this child of the Yuwen clan named Yuwen Bingyi also has an elder brother, who seems to be called Yuwen Aoxuan, who is also a talented genius in the Yuwen clan, but he has not appeared in Yunxuan Town for many years when he is cultivating outside."

"The sword in his hand also looks like a magic weapon of no low grade, I heard that before this, this person had left the Yuwen clan and went to the outside world to practice alone, and I don't know if it was obtained through training."

"Judging by his sword-holding gesture, his posture in front of the enemy, and the special aura he exudes, it can already be known that this person must have been wandering between life and death for many years."

"It's just that his opponent is the daughter of the patriarch of the Yuwen clan, and at the same time the future daughter-in-law of the Murong clan, I just don't know if he will stay."

"As the so-called battlefield has no father and son, since they are already standing in the ring, they must have the corresponding awareness, whether it is the people on the field or the people outside the field, if they have some hands, it is disrespectful to the opponent, and it is also a fool to watch the battle."

At this time, whether it was the VIP seat or the ordinary seat of the spectators, they all whispered.

On the other side, Yuwen Ling'er looked at Yuwen Bingyi's posture, a pair of willow eyebrows sank slightly, opened the Qiankun bag, and with a wave of his hand, a golden thing was sacrificed.

Everyone takes a closer look, this is a six-foot gold silk, on both sides of the head and tail, with phoenix tail spike decoration, the surface of the gold silk, smooth and delicate, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, the universe and other ancient totems, spread out, the earth is also colored because of it.

Yuwen Ling'er's magic power spread, and when she stretched out her hand, she was already recalling the golden silk that was raised in the air.

Jin Aya followed Yuwen Ling'er's heart, wrapped around his back, and wrapped his two ends around his arms.

Seeing this, Yuwen Bing's eyes moved slightly: "Is it finally willing to sacrifice?" ”

Mobilize the mana power in the body to the maximum, and the mana power of Yuwen Ling'er at the peak of the Spirit Realm is also spread instantly, although the cultivation realm is not as good as Yuwen Bingyi, but in Yuwen Ling'er's eyes, there is no trace of fear.

Yuwen Ling'er is very aware of the gap between herself and Yuwen Bingyi, so in this battle, she does not plan to hide any strength.

She has an urgent need to prove her strength, because only in this way can she be qualified to stand behind the person she wants and silently support him.

Yuwen Bingyi's side, there is also a need for everyone to face up to their own existence, in order to get rid of Yuwen Aoxuan's shadow, he went out to practice for two years, but he often eats every day and is exposed to unscrupulous people who lick blood on the knife edge.

At this moment, the two of them didn't say much, and without thinking about it, Yuwen Bingyi was already the first to strike.

I saw a sharp sword in Yu Wenbing's hand, the magic power was on its table, cutting through several arcs, and the other hand pinched the magic trick, and chanted in his mouth:

"Escape to the end of the sword!"

Immediately, the sharp sword in Yuwen Bing's hand was already swimming away like a silver snake, the magic power was wrapped under his feet, and he jumped and rushed to Yuwen Ling'er.

A sword stabbed out, and the cold light on the tip of the sword had been reflected in Yuwen Ling'er's eyes.

Yuwen Ling'er's phoenix eyes were half bent, and she used her magic power to wrap around the golden silk, and waved it out with one hand, only to see the golden silk shoot out like a golden horse, and she was good at the wind, and collided fiercely with the sharp sword that Yuwen Bing had been stabbing over.

Bite!

The result of the collision between a sword and a silk was beyond everyone's expectations, and the golden silk that was entangled in Yuwen Ling'er's magic collided with Yuwen Bingyi's sword, and it actually made a crisp sound of metal colliding.

The two spells collided, and both of them retreated, but Yuwen Ling'er's retreating position was much more than that of Yuwen Bingyi.

"The magic weapon of the Xiao clan is really extraordinary, although I heard that it is just an imitation of something, but in your hands, it is not even one ten-thousandth of the power."

Shaking his slightly numb arm, Yuwen Bingyi had a sneer on his face.

"My mother's relics, it's not your turn to evaluate."

With his arms outstretched, he spread the golden silk in the air in front of him, Yuwen Ling'er's hands quickly sealed, and he whispered in his mouth:

"Sleepy God Seals the Sky!"

Yuwen Ling'er's physical strength and mana flowed, and immediately turned into invisible fluctuations and spread to Jin Aya.

Jin Aya was sensed by the magic and began to extend around, and in the blink of an eye, it had already covered the range of the ring.

Feeling the suffocation caused by being covered with golden silk in the space above his head, Yuwen Bingyi's thoughts turned sharply, his hand was raised, and the sword in his hand was also thrown into the air, and his hands continued to pinch the magic trick, and he said in his mouth:

"Escape Sword Technique: Sword Transformation!"

With a wave of his fingers with both hands, under the continuous infusion of mana, the sharp sword began to tremble slightly in mid-air, and then on its left and right sides, it began to gradually conjure up an invisible qi sword formed by the mana, the shape and size were no different from the original sword.

"Go!"

After conjuring more than 20 qi swords, Yu Wen Bing pointed with one hand and one finger, and with the sharp sword as the guide, all the air swords flew away in the direction of Yu Wen Bingyi's finger.

"Break it for me!"

Yuwen Bingyi snorted lightly, and immediately the sharp sword and all the qi swords stabbed on the golden silk.

Jin Aya was hit, but there was no tendency to be penetrated, but after the sharp sword and each qi sword stabbed on Jin Aya, it was bounced away by Jin Aya's flexibility, and then Yuwen Bingyi controlled the sword and the air sword again, and launched a stabbing attack again, but it was all useless.

"Close!"

Yuwen Ling'er saw that Yuwen Bingyi wanted to pierce Jin Aya but failed to succeed, and he didn't waste any more time, as soon as his hands were closed, Jin Aya was instantly enveloped, and the sharp sword and air sword were all wrapped, and after a few spins and entanglements, Jin Aya shrank and returned.

From the outside, the surface of the golden silk has a Dao sword shape on the inside, constantly trying to quickly pierce it from all directions, making it look like a sea urchin.

"Humph!"

With a low hum, Yuwen Bingyi changed his gestures, only to see his two fingers into a sword, swinging in front of him, stepping out with his right foot, surging mana, and shouting:

"Here comes the sword!"

The sharp sword trapped by Jin Aya and more than 20 qi swords instantly merged into one, recombined and combined into only one sharp sword, and then interspersed inside Jin Aya like a swimming snake, finding the right gap, and with a whoosh, it was already drilling out of the encirclement formed by Jin Aya, flying towards Yuwen Bing, and stopped in front of him steadily.

Seeing that the sword had escaped from the encirclement of Jin Aya, Yuwen Ling'er also recalled Jin Aya, and the mana was poured into it again, and with a flick of the body, a wave of mana qi rushed towards Yuwen Bingyi like a tide.

Seeing that the spell power had arrived, Yuwen Bingyi took the sword in his backhand and stabbed it into the ground fiercely, accompanied by a soft chant in his mouth: "The Sword Technique of the End of the Escape: Qi Breaking Type!" ”

Immediately, a crescent-like sword qi formed from in front of Yuwen Bing's body, and the mana was urged, and the sword qi immediately broke through the spell power wave from it, drawing a deep sword mark on the surface of the ring, and went straight to Yuwen Ling'er.

Yuwen Ling'er's spell power wave was broken, and in an instant, it was scattered towards the ring in all directions, and all the people watching the battle were affected by the aftermath of the qi wave.

"What kind of spell did the two of them use in this fight? I've never seen a spell of this power in the Yuwen clan. ”

"This Yuwen Bingyi's swordsmanship is very curious, it should be a spell skill that he learned by encountering some chance during his training outside, or under the guidance of a master."

"What is the origin of that Yuwen Ling'er's magic weapon, at first glance, you can see that it is not ordinary, and it can grow in the wind, which is very strange."

Affected by the battle between the two in the ring, everyone watching the battle in the ring sorted out the mess on their bodies, and secretly communicated with the people around them from time to time to discuss the battle situation of this duel.

In the ring, facing the moon-shaped sword qi that was getting closer and closer, Yuwen Ling'er didn't choose to dodge.

Holding the end of the golden silk in his hand, his arm quickly calculated and rotated, making the golden silk into a spiral shape, and then jerked back, and the golden silk was actually curled into a spear.

Yuwen Ling'er clenched the spear with both hands, swung sideways, and the magic power wrapped around it, and forcibly took the sword qi inspired by Yuwen Bingyi.

"Hmm."

After all, there is a gap between the middle stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm and the peak of the Enlightened Spirit Realm, although Yuwen Ling'er at this time barely blocked Yuwen Bingyi's sword qi with the help of Jin Aya, but the impact difference caused by the difference in the depth of the mana, the chest was stuffy, and the qi and blood immediately surged, slowly flowing out from the corners of Yuwen Ling'er's mouth.

"You have a chance to dodge, but why do you have to take it hard? The gap in the cultivation realm between you and me, do you think you can make up for it with your magic weapons? ”

"You don't understand, it's normal, I think only he can understand why I'm doing it."

"Who? Is there still such a naïve person in the clan? ”

"It won't be long before you'll know, for some reason, I have such a premonition in my heart."

"It's really a fool's dream, if someone is really so self-conscious and makes such a mayfly to shake the tree, I, Yuwen Bingyi, really want to see it, so that he can experience what is called despair."

Yuwen Bingyi waved the sword in his hand, and his movements changed again.

"I still have things that I have to prove, but I don't want anyone to stand in my way, whether you are the daughter of the patriarch or someone who is about to become the Murong clan, in my eyes, they are all treated equally, you can't imagine how I have come over in the past two years."

After finishing speaking, Yuwen Bingyi had already made his sword dance debut with an afterimage, and then the mana converged, the hilt of the sword was retracted, and the back foot exerted force, rushing forward.

"Swordsmanship at the End of the Escape: Mixed Sword Type: Dance of Fine Snow!"