Fortunately, Gu Xue was wearing the body protection armor given by the master, otherwise she would definitely fall.

Gu Xue checked his body, the short sword had penetrated the armor, if he hadn't jumped backwards with this impact, his body would have been seriously injured.

Fortunately, the blood she spurted just now was only shocked, and the injury was not serious.

Even so, Gu Xue didn't dare to hold it up, and immediately took a healing pill and glared at the other party.

Qiu Tian was also taken aback, and randomly turned into a wicked smile and said: "This didn't kill you, it seems that there must be a heavy treasure on your body, but it doesn't matter, even people with treasures will be mine in the future." After speaking, he took out a ghost head knife and chased after Gu Xue.

Gu Xue spit out the blood in her mouth and scolded: "Despicable and shameless, the art of raiding, it is difficult to reach the hall of elegance." Then the protective light film reappeared, and he swung his sword and fought fiercely.

Qiu Tian's moves are insidious, and in order to win, Gu Xuelian is full of wind, like a floating shadow, and the long sword is flying, constantly dismantling the opponent's moves.

After more than 20 rounds, Gu Xue struck the Flying Ghost Head Knife with a sword in her right hand, and shot out a spiritual power light cluster with her left hand.

Luo Yan was extremely ashamed to see that the other party used such a despicable means to deal with his fellow disciples.

Gao Hu's unreasonable troubles before made him already have a bad impression of the disciples of Xuandu Peak, and now such a shameless person has come out, which makes him even more disgusted with the people of Xuandu Peak.

It wasn't until this moment that he felt a little relieved when he saw Gu Xue win.

The next fifty people launched the challenge and lost and won, and gradually Luo Yan found a clue, that is, the disciples of Tianling Peak are basically people who are challenging Qi Yunfeng, and the disciples of Qi Yunfeng also choose to challenge the people of Tianling Peak.

The people of Xuandu Peak are mainly the disciples who challenge Qixia Peak, and occasionally choose the disciples of Cangfeng.

And the objects of the challenge of the senior brothers who were with themselves were also concentrated in Xuandu Peak.

The whole process of the competition seems to be randomly selected, but in fact, it seems that someone is secretly manipulating.

Soon it was the turn of Shen Wenjing, a disciple of Qixia Peak who was ranked seventy-fifth, to challenge. Luo Yan has met this woman a few times, and she is also a fairy and jade, although she has no deep friendship, but her impression is not bad.

I saw her walk out gracefully, and after coming to the center of the martial arts arena, she directly chose the forty-first ranked Xuandu Peak disciple with a long face.

The two barely spoke. When the long-faced disciple's long sword waved, the cold light emitted was particularly dazzling under the anti-village of Lingquan Humian.

Shen Wenjing only felt that a fierce wind rushed towards the door in front of her, she didn't dare to slack off at all, and her body deftly drew a semicircle in the air, skillfully dodging.

Relying on her flexible body technique, Shen Wenjing moved left and right, flying up and down, and moving around her long face.

When she makes a move with a big face, she dodges, and when she receives, she follows up.

After dozens of rounds, Da Chang's face was a little breathless, like a crazy bear, he began to roar and wave the long sword in his hand frantically, constantly launching fierce attacks, and several times the long sword almost slashed Shen Wenjing.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, the spiritual power of the big long face began to dry up, and he was panting like a cow.

At this time, the direction of Shen Wenjing's body suddenly changed, and he began to cut inward in a spiral, and when he was less than a zhang away, he suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling white light, and his long face couldn't open his eyes.

He only felt that a cold long sword had reached his throat at some point, and he felt that if he moved again, blood would be splattered on the spot.

Everyone didn't even see what happened at the last moment, and the disciples of Xuandu Peak walked off the stage in despair.

Looking at Shen Wenjing after the victory, she sorted out her sweat-soaked robe and walked towards the stone pillar with forty-one written on it, Luo Yan admired in his heart, this woman was really witty.

The curling water vapor rises from the surface of the lake, and the blue sky above is like a wash, and the challenge continues on the martial arts arena by the lakeside.

Now it's the turn of Wang Daoyang of Diancang Peak to appear, he is challenging the disciple of No. 43 Xuandu Peak, and the two have fought for more than 70 rounds and are still inseparable.

When the spiritual power of both sides was basically exhausted, they even removed the body protection light film and started hand-to-hand combat.

After a fall, Wang Daoyang jumped weirdly into the distance, and at the same time pinched the magic decision in his hand, sending out the last trace of spiritual power in his body, and exerting a magical power that bloomed with a thought.

Countless flowers and plants instantly appeared on the table made of diamonds, blooming flowers, and the soaring branches and vines entangled the four branches of the Xuandu Peak disciple and fixed them on the table.

When Wang Daoyang returned, the long sword was pressed against his chest, forcing him to surrender and admit defeat.

After Wang Daoyang boarded the No. 43 stone pillar, he sat directly on it and hurriedly took the pill to breathe. As you can see, it was a pyrrhic victory.

Seeing all this, Elder Yu in the long pavilion frowned and looked into the distance.

Gu Xiaowei also had a sad face, the wind blew from the lake, bringing up a strand of her long hair, as if a grain of sand flew into her eyes, after raising her hand to wipe it away, she silently read in her heart:

Travelers from other places,

Don't forget to return home.

On the diamond table, there were less than sixty people left, except for the fifty people on the pillar, the disciples standing in the distance seemed a little lonely.

"Ninety-Three Challenge Failed,"

"Ninety-Four Challenge Failed,"

As Xue Wuyi, the peak master of Xuandu Peak, announced the results one by one, the number of people on the field continued to decrease.

After the appearance of the ninety-fifth, he reported to his family and said: "Leng Jun, a disciple of the Lower Xuandu Peak, I implore the senior brother of the thirty-seventh Tianling Peak to give advice. ”

Disciple No. 37 came to the center of the platform with some reluctance, both of them were in the ninth layer realm of the Qi cultivation period, and when they went to that station, before they could make a move, the cold air had already enveloped the entire table, and they felt that the temperature dropped sharply, as if this piece of heaven and earth was frozen in an instant.

Leng Jun moved, a black forging knife, with endless cold air, slashed out, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded, pressing down on the disciples of Tianling Peak like a mountain and a tsunami.

Between the calcium carbide sparks, the two fought fiercely for more than a dozen rounds.

Luo Yan stared at Leng Jun tightly, and every movement of his left an image in his mind, as if the person who was fighting him now was as nervous as himself.

Leng Jun's burst of aura can only be described as terrifying, he didn't even release the protective light film, instilling all his spiritual power into the black knife.

Wherever the blade went, there was a roar, and the diamond-made countertop was cut out of the white marks.

The powerful spiritual power is coercive, even Luo Yan is not sure to resist it.

However, because he didn't have the protection of the body protection light film, his defense seemed to be a bit of a fly in the ointment, and the wind blade sent out by the disciples of Tianling Peak had already cut Dao blood marks on his body.

His blood and sweat were intertwined, dripping down his body and falling to his feet, leaving red footprints on the countertop.