Li Fei is pressing Zhu Xiaowen to fight.

Chen Zijian had the same idea as Mo Xingjian at this moment.

He muttered.

"It's a crazy world."

He didn't explode foul language, even if he was almost burped by Qin Hao, he didn't explode a foul word, but at this moment he couldn't help but say a dirty word.

It's kind of outrageous.

You are a Jin Dan, you are in the early stage of Jin Dan, are you mistaken, you are obviously a loose cultivator with nothing behind you, how can you suppress a Yuan Ying with an invincible Zhu Xiaowen written on his face?

Although he hoped that Zhu Xiaowen would lose, his mood at the moment was a little complicated.

That's what everyone thinks, and they want to ask, why?

Bai Yufei really wanted to ask why?

I hope that Li Feiying and why he is so fierce are completely different things, he is so violent, it seems that the people of their family are very useless.

After so many years of cultivation and inheritance, have they all cultivated to dogs?

And the faces of those shadows in the stands are not very good.

The only happy person in the field was Bai Zhiqing, her eyes were firmly fixed on Li Fei's not sturdy back, and infinite worry rose, and her nails kept pinching her legs, not letting her face change.

But seeing Li Fei so powerful, her hanging heart gradually relaxed.

Li Fei has already performed the thirteenth form.

Zhu Xiaowen's gilded suit was already tattered, and he didn't look like a noble son, like an abandoned puppy on the side of the road, wearing the clothes of his previous owner's house, but after wandering, his clothes were full of dust and mud.

There were a lot of blood marks on his body, and the blood kept dripping down, and there was a faint smell of rust in the air.

But his face was still indifferent, and he couldn't see any panic.

On the contrary, Li Fei's face was not very good, since the tenth form, every sword was extracting the last trace of his aura, and the qi in his body seemed to be squeezed dry.

After this sword was struck, he no longer had any strength.

Thirteen styles, God retreats!

As the name suggests, this is the strongest move of the Qin family's swordsmanship, and when a sword is slashed, all the gods should obediently retreat and bend over!

Of course, this is also the most aura-draining trick.

The competition between him and Zhu Xiaowen did not see blood, nor did he punch to the flesh, but the competition has come to an end.

We'll find out soon.

Li Fei no longer has any aura, there is really no trace of it.

Li Fei gritted his teeth and sighed in his heart.

Zhu Xiaowen is really difficult.

But there is only this sword, only this sword, and he must use it.

Li Fei burned his qi and blood, his muscles and veins were hot, and his whole body was really like a fire, and his skin became red, like a boiled prawn.

The green tendons on his neck were exposed, and the hilt of the silver sword emitted billowing waves of white smoke.

Zhu Xiaowen knew that this was Li Fei's last sword.

And this sword can't be avoided.

There is nowhere to avoid it!

Li Fei held the sword in both hands, falling from the sky, the sword aura was shining, brilliant and deadly, as if he wanted to cut the whole world apart!

Everyone looked at the figure in the air, and they all stared speechlessly.

Zhu Xiaowen's right fist lit up, showing a golden light, a medium-grade exercise, and a broken jade fist.

Kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred punches, but in the face of Li Fei's move, he had to use this punch.

The fists and swords touched, and the faces of both of them were a little hideous, low, roaring, and the sound of beasts came from their throats.

There was a strong wind in the field, and thunder was born on the flat ground, squeaking and roaring, and many people covered their ears.

The air waves in the field blew everyone's hair upside down, and they couldn't open their eyes.

What kind of movement is this?!

Qin Hao was the most shocked one, and he couldn't accept it.

Why did Li Fei use the Qin family's swordsmanship, and why was his swordsmanship so powerful?!

Who the hell did the Qin family leak their swordsmanship!

Mo Xingjian hugged the scabbard tightly, his hand grasping the railing, and he couldn't say anything nonsense.

It was a scene he could remember for the rest of his life.

And Chen Zijian's gaze changed, and his whole person figured it out in an instant.

He broke the mirror, his neck guard was blown to block his chin, it was such a weird and hilarious situation, he was a baby.

The long sword slashed through the golden qi, roaring and trembling.

But one can no longer go a step further!

Like a red dragon covered in blood, he raised his head and wailed, and launched a deadly attack on the rock wall, but no matter how he struck, the rock wall never moved again.

He was exhausted.

Li Fei was exhausted.

The red dragon let out a wail, made a crisp sound, and fell to the ground, the sword body was inserted into the ground, and it trembled lightly, as if it was unwilling.

Zhu Xiaowen's face was snow-white, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even he had to admit it.

Li Fei is very powerful, even beyond his imagination.

Zhu Xiaowen only had medium-grade exercises in his hands, and he practiced these exercises to the extreme, and practiced to a realm far beyond the original level of the exercises, and he also practiced himself to the extreme.

If it weren't for Yuan Ying, this sword would definitely be able to split him into two pieces.

If it weren't for the Jade Shattering Fist, he wouldn't be able to block this sword.

Li Fei was exhausted, his body smelled burnt, and his qi and blood were burned clean.

There is nothing left.

He fell to the ground.

His eyes couldn't be opened anymore, he looked embarrassed now, he had never been so embarrassed.

But there was nothing he could do anymore.

The trick was used up, and he was also subjected to the counterforce of the sword body, and the veins in his body were already scorched.

You can't even stay conscious.

There was silence all around, and no one spoke.

All that remained was curling white smoke.

It was Mo Xingjian who broke the silence.

He spoke dementedly.

"Who won?"

The crowd looked into the field.

This should be, Zhu Xiaowen won, right?

Although it looks like Zhu Xiaowen has been beaten, there is no doubt that it is Zhu Xiaowen who stands at the end.

Li Fei has no strength, and everyone can see it.

Their feelings are a little complicated, and this scene actually ended in this way.

No one could have imagined this.

I thought it was Zhu Xiaowen's crushing game, but Li Fei kept attacking, I thought Li Fei had a chance, but Li Fei lost.

Bai Yufei was stunned for a while before she realized that the game was over.

She held the microphone, ready to announce the results of the competition.

A cold voice came.

"Wait."

She looked over, it was Bai Zhiqing who said, her beautiful eyes were full of worry and uneasiness.

Bai Yufei saw through it at once, Bai Zhiqing obviously hoped that Li Fei would win.

But what's the point of waiting?

Li Fei has already lost, he can no longer stand up, and the top priority is to announce the results of the game and send him to treatment, not to say wait a little longer.

It doesn't make any sense to spend any longer.

But she looked at Bai Zhiqing and hesitated.

Not only because Bai Zhiqing is the daughter of the Bai family, but also because Bai Zhiqing folded her hands, as if she was praying, and seemed to be waiting for a response.

Bai Yufei didn't know why, so she took the microphone and began to count down.

"Ten, Nine......"

The sound of countdown echoed coldly in the stadium, like the mourning of death, and like the ringing of a bell before dawn with hope.

The sound was melodious and reached a desert.

That is Li Fei's sea of knowledge.

In this desert, Li Fei was covered in fire.