There was an uproar.

Li Mengru's face was furious, and she immediately turned on the Dao Door Purifying Heart Technique, only to see a black and white Tai Chi pattern slowly emerging on her chest, constantly absorbing the huge impact force remaining in her body due to the violent collision, and gradually stabilizing the qi and blood surging everywhere.

Taking advantage of this, the Qingguang fan opened, Yue Bufan forcibly endured the pain in his right arm, and with a slight wave, he suddenly picked up a strong wind, as sharp as a knife, as if he could see the white air flow in the air, like an arrow running.

The wind is howling!

In the midst of this chaos, a yellow light shot straight into the sky, and the only sound in her ears was the sound of hunting wind. The dazzling yellow glow obscured the daylight and obscured the blue sky.

Off the stage, Li Changfeng's face was heavy.

In mid-air, a beautiful woman stood proudly, her sword in front of her, and she refused to back down even half a point, even though the wind was as sharp as a knife.

The next moment, she slowly raised her long sword and pointed it straight at the sky, her clothes fluttering. In the wind, her hair was messy, and a strand stuck to her bloodstained red lips, poignant and mournful!

The wind suddenly stopped, and there was silence.

Everyone, all of them looked up at the woman in the air. In a moment, the yellow mangs became more and more prosperous, and the huge coercion slowly gathered from all around, and the heavens and the earth were solemn.

Li Mengru's face was pale, but her eyes were so determined. It's like last night's bright moonlight, I don't want to leave you alone!

After many years, looking back silently, is the person you relied on still beside you?

Suddenly, her body trembled violently and staggered, like a pale yellow flower in the wind and rain, affecting people's hearts.

She forced herself to stabilize her figure, and with a soft snap, she drew her sword, and then slashed forward.

A sword floats away!

A huge sword shadow slashed out from the sword body and rushed towards Yue Bufan, the light surged, like a huge wave rolling up, and it was impossible to look at it directly.

At this point, the Qingguang fan opened again, protecting his chest, and in the face of this powerful blow, he raised the strength of his whole body to resist.

The yellow sword shadow was from far to near, there was no sound, it just hit the fan surface plainly, and the fan of unknown material, under the huge force, was only slightly curved.

Finally, in the midst of a shout, a white figure rolled out and hit the pillar of the ring, blood staining half of his clothes.

Before he could breathe, there was a faint sound of wind again, and the sword was like autumn water!

When Yue Bufan was frightened, Huo Ran raised his head and looked at the figure passing by, but he didn't have time to get up and dodge......

The long sword is coming, there is still a few zhang away, the thin woman's face has long been bloodless, and the hand holding the sword is trembling, but the whole person is indomitable!

Everyone in the audience, their hearts, were shrinking, staring at this decisive moment and the woman who was swaying in the wind.

The next moment, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, like a falling bird, straight down from mid-air, straight down, the long sword in her hand shook out, and with a "dang" sound, it bounced to the side.

There was a sudden silence all around, and the speed of this sudden change was something that no one expected.

"Tsk, Master Li's nephew is a woman, it's really rare to have this kind of cultivation, but after all, it's a little worse than physical strength, it's a pity. ”

Yue Zhuo immediately breathed a sigh of relief and put on a lamenting look, but his words were full of sarcasm, "Elder Li, let's let my nephew admit defeat, I'm afraid it's not as simple as vomiting blood if you continue to fight." ”

At this time, everyone in the banquet looked at Li Changfeng inexplicably, and the latter just had a solemn face, silent, and stared closely ahead.

There was calm on the stone platform, there was no strong wind, no light, only two embarrassed figures and bloodstains.

Li Mengru, who fell to the ground, spurted out another mouthful of blood, and even her lips became pale, she struggled to stand up, but every subtle movement made her feel painful, and in the end she was only half-lying on the ground, gasping slightly.

On the other side, Yue Bufan was holding on to the pillar on the side of the stage, and slowly stood up, the light of the Qingguang fan in his hand was dim, almost extinguished, it seemed that it was this spirit treasure that blocked the huge sword shadow before for him.

"Ahem...... What a pity. ”

Yue Bufan's frightened heart gradually subsided, with a little contempt on his face, he walked forward step by step, and his steps became more and more steady.

Li Mengru looked like she was at the end of her strong crossbow because of her physical exhaustion, and on her lifeless face, her eyes were still staring deeply into the distance, as if reflecting a cold light, trembling slightly.

The Qingguang fan shone slightly again, and a scream brought a breeze that lingered in her ears.

Yue Bufan's figure blocked the sunlight that shone through, so that the shadow completely covered her bleak face, and in the darkness that seemed to cover the sky, a blue light reflected, and she slowly closed her eyes.

"Senior sister!"

"Ru'er!"

If she could still hear the shouts from the outside world, she would hear a choked exclamation in the distance.

In that deep and heavy darkness, a slightly trembling white light shook the ground, and a white light quietly broke through the air, it was actually the long sword that had already been taken off in the distance, and in this short moment, it had already pierced Yue Bufan's back by itself.

The art of mastering things!

At this moment, Yue Bufan snorted, the folding fan in mid-air also stopped, full of disbelief, blood flowed out one by one along the sword body inserted into his back, warm and sticky, his body trembled slightly, his face was distorted, he endured the huge pain, the folding fan waved, and said sharply: "Go die!"

Although Yue Bufan's voice was resentful and sad, he was obviously lacking in qi, and his strength was not as good as before. However, the thin figure on the ground had no power to parry, and with the galloping blue light, it flew out again and fell to the ground, losing its life.

When the sun was in the sky, there was a young man's heart, but it quietly sank.

After Yue Bufan threw this blow, the remaining strength could no longer maintain his standing, his body shook and unsteady for a while, and finally he half-knelt on the ground unwillingly, roaring in a low voice, like an enraged beast.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly came, it was Yue Zhuo undoubtedly, I saw him fall behind Yue Bufan, looked back, only to see that it was full of blood red, the long sword entered the body three inches, and the blood kept gushing out, when he panicked, he didn't dare to pull out the long sword rashly, so he had to bend down and shout anxiously: "Son, son!"

"Daddy...... For...... Avenge me!"

Yue Zhuo, who was helpless, looked at his son who was kneeling on the ground miserable, but also had no worries about his life, and suddenly seemed to have found his direction, and looked angrily at the other side of the ring.

I don't know when Li Changfeng had picked up the unconscious Li Mengru, his face was solemn, he took out a small bottle from his arms, carefully pried open her mouth, and gently fed two yellow pills. Then he hugged Li Mengru without saying a word and got up, the speed was so fast that it was staggering, and he looked in that direction to go back to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"Stop, where to go!"

Yue Zhuo shouted, his voice was sharp and piercing, and he chased after the figure in front of him, Li Changfeng was naturally slightly inferior in speed because of the weight in his arms, and in a moment, the two of them were no longer far away.

Yue Zhuo couldn't help but say, it was a palm split, the palm wind was whistling, like thunder, it seemed that he was ruthless at all.

In mid-air, Li Changfeng turned his head slightly, pinched the trick with one hand, and the black and white fish swam slowly, which was a Tai Chi pattern, which was the Taoist heart method to clear the heart.

Between the lightning and flint, Yue Zhuo slapped his palm on the Tai Chi pattern, this extremely powerful palm power was like a mud cow into the sea, and he disappeared, but he was counterattacked by a strange force, and he couldn't help but stagnate for a moment, and then looked at it, the figure in front of him was far away.

Qingxin Jue is already good at overcoming rigidity with softness, at this moment of fighting, Yue Zhuo seems to occupy the offensive, but in fact, he has suffered a dark loss, and the impact of the collision between the two has actually eaten most of it, and his qi and blood are surging slightly.

When Yue Zhuo was angry, he glanced down, only to see Yue Bufan's body trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a mess in his heart, and he had no intention of chasing again, so he returned to the ring.

"Elder Yue, why are you so atmospheric?"

At this time, Wang Qingshan also came to the front, checking Yue Bufan's injury, with a sword stuck in the back, there was already a pool of blood below, he hesitated for a long time before he whispered: "If it doesn't hurt his life, it's not a big deal." ”

"It's not the owner's son, so naturally it's not distressing. Yue Zhuoqi's lips turned purple, and the flesh on his face was beating.

"Alas...... You ......"

Wang Qingshan was speechless, only hearing Yue Zhuo snort coldly, he beckoned someone to carry Yue Bufan down, and a few screams sounded from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, the ring had been cleaned up, and I saw Wang Qingshan standing on it, his red face had already turned the color of pig liver, and he said urgently: "In the next game, Jiang Ming will face Peng Bo." After speaking, he wanted to go down in a hurry, but there were many doubtful voices in the audience.

"Zhuang Master, did Yue Bufan win the last game?"

"Don't, that Yue Bufan has a spirit fan in his hand, I don't know how many people have been injured, this can be regarded as retribution!"

At this time, Yue Zhuo and his party had already gone back, listening to the voices of many disciples, Wang Qingshan's face was complicated, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "The result is waiting for me to discuss with the elders!" and then strode towards the seat.

Approaching noon, the light was a little blind, Jiang Ming only felt groggy, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and said astringently: "Master, I'm not better than ......."

"Ming'er, I'm sorry. ”

Suddenly, a soft voice interrupted him, a little guilty, and a little resolute.

Jiang Ming vaguely felt something in his heart, mixed tastes, but he could clearly feel a trace of loneliness.

"I'm sorry, I can't watch you compete. ”

And sure enough, it was!

Jiang Ming Huo Ran raised his head, only to see that her lips were biting, there was no blood, and even her eyes were slightly red, maybe her heart was not here for a long time, just like his own heart!

If they were hurt, would they be so upset and flustered......

He smiled slightly, pretended to be relaxed, and said softly: "Master, it's okay, I can do it myself." ”

"Good boy, don't get hurt again, the master will go back first. ”

Jiang Ming looked at Chen Zhiyi's hurried back as he drifted away, and smiled sadly, maybe if it was his mother, she would definitely stay and watch!

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt that he was a bastard, and his master and mother were so kind to him, how could he be so delusional, and his senior sister was injured.

The crowd disturbed, Jiang Ming breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned around and walked towards the bluestone platform.

The onlookers consciously gave way and stared at the fairy sword in the hand of this young man who had been in the limelight recently, and there were many discussions, some curious and some disdainful.

Perhaps, in their hearts, they still feel unfair, an inconspicuous disciple, with divine weapons, came to the end.