After looking at Xia Feng in horror for a while, Li An was relieved, Xia Feng did not plan to withdraw the flying sword and give up on him to reduce his pressure.

However, the gravity of the fourth pillar of incense has weighed a thousand catties, and the number of people eliminated has gradually increased, and there are basically few disciples left in the early stage of the Yunling Realm, and the number of people in the entire square has changed from 10,000 to less than 3,000.

After Li An insisted on half a pillar of incense, the corners of his mouth had overflowed with blood, and Xia Feng's forehead was also covered with beads of sweat, and the flying sword under his feet began to jolt.

There was a sudden silence on the square, and Ji Shenwu also felt the pressure, facing the pressure, she couldn't talk and laugh anymore, let alone other people.

Everyone's breathing became extremely heavy, and the beads of sweat on their foreheads were dripping, and the ground could clearly be seen to be wet, and it was all sweat.

When the fourth pillar of incense burned out and the fifth pillar of incense was lit, Li An's whole body fell heavily to the ground, and under the influence of gravity, he lay on the ground and couldn't move, completely fainting, but he still got a point.

Xia Feng gave up the control of the flying sword, the pressure of spiritual consciousness was immediately liberated, and the whole person was a lot easier, Xia Feng stood firmly on the flying sword, and his feet were not so trembling, and the Eight Desolation Tricks and Linglong Tricks in his body began to work.

Batian, who was on the stage, looked at Xia Feng, his eyes couldn't help wrinkling, for physical cultivation, he was undoubtedly the most familiar with the power that Xia Feng was exuding now, he could see that Xia Feng's physical cultivation spirit technique was of a very high grade, and it was not under his cultivation spirit technique at all.

And at this moment, Xia Feng didn't hide anything at all, the jade dew grass was very important to him, if there was no jade dew grass to refine the detoxification pill, it would be a dead end, it was better to die in the square of this Xuanwu God Sect than to die in the hands of Mu Xingyun.

Xia Feng took a deep breath and began to mobilize the imperial burial heaven in the dantian, isn't the earthy yellow aura the soil in the five elements, when Xia Feng was subjected to gravity, he quietly stole the earth spiritual power emitted around him, and was able to communicate with the surrounding spiritual power, Xia Feng's consumption gradually decreased a lot, and the pressure on his body also plummeted a lot.

"I don't know if this counts as a foul?" Xia Feng stole the spiritual power of the spirit array to repair his own loss, no one would find out about this kind of thing, even the law enforcement elders who set up the array would not notice it, but he felt that the flow speed of the spiritual power had increased a little.

When the fifth pillar of incense burned out and the sixth pillar of incense began, the law enforcement elders once again increased the power of gravity, and instantly eliminated more than half of the people, and the rest were almost all spiritual cultivation at the peak of the Yunling Realm, and there were still many people in the middle stage of Yunling who were struggling to persevere.

The sixth pillar of incense burned out, and the seventh pillar of incense began, and the law enforcement elders increased their power again, and the number of people on the field instantly reached several hundred, and it gradually decreased.

As for the power of the spirit array, Xia Feng no longer cares, because the power is great, the faster he absorbs spiritual power, for him who refines his body, as long as he has spiritual power as support, this pressure is nothing, but on the surface, he is still pretending to be very hard.

Ji Shenwu looked at Xia Feng's eyes and felt a little wrong, because he had been observing 'Lin Shui', this guy had always had the same expression, but he always felt that there was no pressure on him, and he was tired.

When half of the seven incense sticks were burned out, there were less than fifty people on the field, and everyone admired Xia Feng, the little junior disciple of the spiritual realm, very much, which was completely like Xiao Qiang who had never been able to die.

The flying sword under his feet showed a crumbling appearance from time to time, but in the end he still stabilized, and the cultivation in the early stage of the marrow transformation realm made him stubbornly hold up to the seventh pillar of incense, and everyone's understanding of physical cultivation in their hearts was surprised again, the early stage of the marrow transformation realm was comparable to the peak of the Yunling Realm, although it looked extremely difficult.

But some people were surprised by Xia Feng's spiritual sense, what was the point of his spiritual consciousness that allowed him to maintain the sword art for so long in this situation? Is it the spiritual sense of the Yun Spirit Realm? And doesn't it mean that the spiritual power of physical cultivation is very small? Why did he persist for so long, and his spiritual power has not been exhausted?

There are more than fifty people, none of them have fallen, but each of them is not in a very good state, their feet are very stable, but their faces are unusually pale, and their bodies have been soaked with sweat, of course, Xia Feng's body is not sweat, but pure water, because he can't let others find out, in fact, he is not hard.

Ji Shenwu was wearing a red shirt, which was originally very tight clothes, soaked with sweat, she could vaguely see the color of the underwear inside, and her entire figure was perfectly highlighted, and her hot body was three points better than Ji Shenyao.

The distance between the people outside the arena is relatively far, so naturally they can't see it as clearly as the people in the arena, but the people in the spirit array in the square, no one has the leisure to watch this beautiful scene, and everyone is working hard to resist the gravity of the spirit array.

However, Xia Feng is very idle, and Ji Shenwu is not far from her, that is, diagonally, and there is no one in the middle to block the view.

Xia Feng didn't have much pressure on gravity, and time passed very slowly, his eyes were inadvertently deeply absorbed by Ji Shenwu's tall figure, he looked at it like this, and he was very fascinated, not greedy, nor blasphemous, but a very pure appreciation.

Ji Shenwu's eyes lit up with fire, but she couldn't do anything, she even felt that she would let herself fall, and she was very annoyed by Xia Feng's eyes that had been staring, but she could only kill 'Lin Shui', a disciple, a disciple in her heart, a thousand or two hundred times.

As the seventh pillar of incense burned out at the last moment, everyone gave up their resistance and fell to the ground with their flying swords, and Xia Feng seemed to be a beat slower, and after seeing everyone lying on the ground, he finally fell, that picture was really funny.

The deacon elder put away the spirit array, and after the other elders recorded all the scores of all the people, after Xuan Xin said a few words, the sect competition on the first day of the Xuanwu Divine Sect was over, but the cause of death of the two disciples still had to be investigated, and it was unknown whether it could be found.

When night came, after Xia Feng took a hot bath, he lay on his bed, although he cheated today, but the pressure he was under was real, so at this moment he felt extremely sore all over his body.

However, Xia Feng felt very comfortable in his heart to get 5 points, and after today's big competition, many people looked at themselves differently, and it felt very comfortable to be recognized by others.

Even someone like Xia Feng who cheated felt his whole body ache, let alone others.

In the Xuanyu Pavilion, in the boudoir of Ji Shen Dance.

Ji Shenwu was dressed in a wide bathrobe, revealing his slender legs, lying flat on his red bed, the black slender hair was scattered on the side of the bed, and there were droplets of water at the end of the hair, as if he had forgotten to use spiritual power to absorb it, his eyes looked at the beam on the roof through the pink incense account, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a faint flush of his daughter's family on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking about?

(I didn't change it yesterday, but I made it up today)