As soon as Yuwen Bing's spell sword move came out, in an instant, there were already many sword shadows in the ring.

At this moment, Yuwen Bingyi waved his sword, like a devouring whirlpool, and the layers of sword remnants were like sharp teeth in the whirlpool, and each sword light fluctuated with the mana in the middle of the Gathering Spirit Realm, devouring and submerging, without any hesitation, and went straight towards Yuwen Ling'er.

"What the hell is Bingyi thinking about the power of this mana move?"

On the VIP seat, Yuwen Chen and other high-ranking people in the Yuwen clan were puzzled that Yuwen Bingyi was actually in the ring, and he actually used such a powerful spell technique against Yuwen Ling'er, after all, it was a critical moment for the upcoming marriage with the Murong clan, and Yuwen Bingyi's approach seemed to be a bit unkind to the Murong clan.

"The power of this son's sword moves is not low, I remember that his own brother back then, it seemed to be called Yuwen Aoxuan, in your Yuwen clan's clan competition, when he was his age, he was also about the same strength, but compared with this son, that Aoxuan seems to be a little more ruthless."

Beside Yu Wen Ling, Murong Sen spoke slowly, and he didn't have any other comments on Yu Wen Bingyi's approach to his future daughter-in-law.

When Yuwen Ling heard this, he already felt that Murong Sen seemed to have an opinion that was inconvenient to say, so he glanced at him a few times, and ordered Yu Wenchen and the others to immediately arrange Yuwen Ling'er's personal guards to make emergency preparations under the ring.

In the ring, in the face of the sword momentum like a rainstorm pear blossom, Yuwen Ling'er's clear eyes flashed with a hint of determination.

The mana unfolded, and the mana power of the peak of the Spirit Realm came out, and with a twist of the handle, Jin Aya was summoned, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a spiral coil.

As the front end of the golden silk gradually tightened, the golden silk that had been unleashed had formed a huge spiked spiral centered on Yuwen Ling'er's arm.

"Golden Silk Broken Magic Spear!"

Yuwen Ling'er groaned softly in her mouth, and her figure also moved, and under the stunned expressions of all the people watching the battle, she slammed into the oncoming Yuwen Bingyi's sword momentum.

Rumble!

Two different layers of mana collided, and the aftermath of the mana instantly formed a ring, spreading out in all directions, and everything under the ring fell backwards under the force.

The spell skills cast by the two of them at this moment, the sword momentum seemed to devour Jin Aya, and Jin Aya wanted to pierce the sword shadow vortex, but there were faint signs that Yuwen Ling'er was difficult to follow.

However, it is also understandable, after all, the gap in the realm of mana cultivation is in front of us, no matter how magical Yuwen Ling'er's magic weapon is, but Yuwen Ling'er's magic power, as well as the tempering in the flesh, plus the ruthlessness comprehended from the life-and-death struggle, are not as good as Yuwen Bingyi, who has been trained outside.

"Hmph, Ant Yuanhuai!"

Yuwen Bingyi snorted coldly, for Yuwen Ling'er, a child of the clan who has always been like growing up in a greenhouse, Yuwen Bingyi naturally won't take it lightly, and now Yuwen Ling'er, who is like this, actually thinks that he can fight with himself, which naturally causes Yuwen Bingyi's heart to be unhappy.

With the strength of his hind foot, Yuwen Bingyi clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and shouted, and the sword shadow vortex had accelerated its spiral momentum in an instant, and the remnant of the sword was like a hinge sawtooth, constantly cutting towards the golden silk.

Even though Jin Aya has the blessing of Yuwen Linger's mana, at this moment, there is already a tendency to gradually lose the battle.

On the VIP seat, looking at Yuwen Ling'er's gradual loss of support, Murong Bai, who was slightly red and swollen with half of his face, was also very anxious in his heart, but he didn't expect Yuwen Bingyi to give himself no face at all, and he would be so ruthless to his future wife.

"Just don't leave any irreparable skin injuries, otherwise in the days to come, how to look good and how to enjoy it."

On the other side, Ling Ziyao, who was also looking at it, also frowned slightly at Yuwen Ling'er, who was already retreating step by step.

"What the hell is going on with Brother Immortal, where did he die? I haven't seen anyone until now. Isn't he worried about Miss Ling'er's safety? ”

Yuwen Ling'er gradually approached the edge of the ring, and Yuwen Bingyi still had no intention of stopping at this time.

"Surrender, it's good for both sides."

Yuwen Bingyi said lightly.

"If you have the ability, just defeat me directly, and ask me to surrender, it's a dream!"

seems to have been contaminated by Yuwen Changsheng, and at this time, Yuwen Ling'er is somewhat similar to Yuwen Changsheng in temperament.

"Then don't blame me!"

Suddenly, a whirlpool of spell source aura formed from Yuwen Bing's body, and it was Yuwen Bingyi who attracted the spell source aura into his body, temporarily increasing the mana power in his body, making the power of the spell instantly skyrocket.

Yuwen Ling'er was not to be outdone, and used the same method to temporarily improve her strength, but even so, there was still a lot of gap with Yuwen Bingyi.

"Let's go down!"

With a light shout, Yuwen Bing's arm exerted force, and a spell cyclone surged out, and in Yuwen Ling'er's unwilling eyes, the sword shadow vortex had already forced Yuwen Ling'er out of the ring and flew out upside down.

And the guards of Yuwen Ling'er under the ring also reacted immediately, and under the ring, they steadily caught Yuwen Ling'er who fell into the ring.

Seeing that her daughter was defeated, Yuwen Ling wanted to rush down from the VIP seat as soon as possible to see Yuwen Ling'er's situation, but due to her identity and position, it was inconvenient to make such a move.

And Murong Sen next to him also understood what Yuwen Ling was thinking at the moment, and gestured to the back row, Murong Bai immediately understood, got up and walked down the VIP seat, and came to Yuwen Ling'er's side.

With the support of several guards, Yuwen Ling'er was already able to stand firmly, Murong Bai arrived, and immediately conducted a rough examination of whether Yuwen Ling'er was injured, and when he saw that Yuwen Ling'er's jade-like skin was still smooth, he was also relieved.

Subsequently, Yuwen Ling was announced according to the results of this matchup, the winner side is Yuwen Bingyi, and next, Yuwen Bingyi and Yuwen Zishan are about to play the championship match.

When Yuwen Ling'er walked back to her seat, Yuwen Ling'er swept the corner of her eyes, and suddenly saw that at a corner of the aisle, Xiaohuan was actually standing there, as if she had been looking at her own situation, and then she had a doubt in her heart:

"Why is Xiaohuan here? Isn't she supposed to be taking care of her immortal brother in a coma? ”

And when Xiaohuan and Yuwen Ling'er's eyes met, they hesitated a little, and ran back.

Looking at Xiaohuan who left suddenly, Yuwen Ling'er didn't know why.

At this time, the duel between Yuwen Bingyi and Yuwen Zishan for the first place has begun, and the two of them have wonderful spell skills and rich combat experience, which makes everyone present cheer.

Yuwen Bingyi's sword moves, one press and one stroke, show his comprehension of swordsmanship, and Yuwen Zishan is not to be underestimated, the two of them have fought back and forth, no matter what they are.

It's just ironic that the spell skills used by the two are not inherited within the Yuwen clan, which seems to give people a feeling that the spell skills they have learned in the Yuwen clan since they were children can't get into this ring at all, or are not enough to support them to win the championship in this clan competition.

Among the people who watched the battle, there were not many sharp-eyed people, but at this moment, they all tacitly understood that from the perspective of actual combat, the spell technique that can win is the most suitable for themselves, no matter where it was learned.

The two people in the ring, after continuing to use a large number of spell skills that consume mana, are already gradually tired, although before the duel, they have already taken the Quenching Yuan Dan to recover their mana and physical strength, but even so, they can't help but consume it like this.

At this time, Yuwen Ling'er had already left the scene, and at his residence, several maids were washing and changing clothes.

In front of the dressing table, Yuwen Ling'er was wearing exquisite clothes, but her face was full of sadness, without a trace of joy.

When the sun was about to set in the western mountains, Yuwen Bingyi relied on the advantage of mana cultivation to steadily overpower Yuwen Zishan, and in a few rounds, he finally forced Yuwen Zishan to have no power to fight back, and won the crown of this year's Yuwen clan clan competition.

After winning the victory, Yuwen Ling and other high-ranking members of the Yuwen clan all came to the ring, grabbed Yuwen Bingyi's hand and raised it high, and personally announced the final result of this clan competition, as well as the fact that Yuwen Bingyi was qualified to enter the Yuwen Clan's Treasure Pavilion.

All the people in the Yuwen clan, as well as the guests who came today, all stood up to congratulate, and the younger generation of many forces also took this opportunity to hurry up with Yuwen Bingyi, and all kinds of rainbow farts were snapped.

At the end of the clan competition, a large number of servants and guards in the Yuwen clan had already rearranged the venue with their hands and feet, and the competition ring, which had been in tatters, had been dismantled at this time.

After the demolition work, it is a colorful lantern, a red cloth decoration, and a variety of wedding banquet seats, which are also properly arranged, and a festive atmosphere has occupied the entire venue in an instant.

On the other side, Murong Bai was in a guest room of the Yuwen clan, and at this time, he had also changed into a set of red dresses, his eyebrows were tied with brocade wipes, and he stepped away in one step, so he was not angry.

A bright moon in the sky is gradually appearing at this time.

When all the preparations were complete, all the guests present today were already sitting on the seats under the guidance of the Yuwen clan's leading children, and some of the good drinkers had already drunk freely.

The people of all forces are talking and laughing with each other, not only exchanging information with each other, but also discussing the development of the power structure in Yunxuan Town in the future, and the rest of the people are politely responding slightly, not wanting to talk more, waiting for the wedding banquet to end and leaving, just like Mu Lao and Mr. Huan of Tianbao Pavilion.

Today's two of them were indifferent to the performance of the children of the Yuwen clan who participated in the clan competition at the end of the day, and did not show any interest, as if the reason why the two of them were here today seemed to be with a different purpose that only the two of them knew.

"Ahem."

On the red cloth platform, Yu Wenling coughed lightly, and when everyone heard it, they all cast their eyes on the few people on the stage.

"Patriarch Murong, it's better for you to announce it."

Yu Wenling said politely to Murong Sen who was standing beside him.

"Patriarch Yuwen, then I will be disrespectful."

Seeing that Yu Wenling gave him the right to speak, Murong Sen felt that Yu Wenling was respecting himself, and he was a little proud in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very happy to be here today to share the joy of the marriage between our Murong clan and the Yuwen clan, the dog Murong Bai, and the daughter of the Yuwen patriarch, Ling'er girl, will be here today, under the witness of all parties in Yunxuan Town, hand in hand to conclude the marriage contract."

After finishing speaking, under the red cloth high stage, there was a sudden earth-shattering applause.

Behind Yuwen Ling and Murong Sen, Murong Bai was already standing on the stage, at this time, Yuwen Ling'er was gently holding the jade hand by several maids, and slowly walked onto the red cloth platform, seeing Yuwen Ling'er on the stage, there was a round of warm applause from the audience.

Standing in front of Murong Bai, Yuwen Ling'er's eyebrows were slightly heavy, even though her makeup was beautiful, she couldn't hide her sadness.