Although the competition was changed to a melee, this did not cause any trouble to Xiao Yunchuan, after all, he was now a fifteenth-level cultivator in the Qi refining period, and at this time, it was almost difficult to meet an opponent, and he was confident that even if he encountered Jian Wuji, he would have a chance to defeat him.

The final venue for the finals was set at Baiyu Square.

The ring used for the competition earlier was only suitable for catching and fighting, and it could not accommodate eight people at all, and they could show their skills at the same time. However, the white jade square used to draw lots occupies a large area, so it should have become a decisive venue.

When the sky was slightly bright, Xiao Yunchuan rushed over.

The mahogany boxes placed on the white jade square have long been removed, leaving only a clean and immaculate white jade square. Around the White Jade Square, a lot of seats were temporarily added, and these tables, chairs and benches should be prepared for the heads of various factions.

When Xiao Yunchuan arrived, Jian Wuji also arrived, and he found a secluded open space, where he was closing his eyes and meditating cross-legged.

The sky is rising at the beginning of the sun, the clouds are mighty, the air in the early morning is moist, and it is slightly cool, but as the sun rises in the east, the sky gradually clears up under the sunshine.

Time passed slowly, there were more and more monks, and with the arrival of Nangong Wentian, the melee officially began.

Nangong Wentian first explained the way of the game, the rules of the melee are very simple, whoever is unable to fight again first, or is unconscious, is equivalent to defeat.

Hearing Nangong Wentian announce the rules of the melee, Jian Wuji smiled faintly, and seemed to have lost a lot of trouble.

With Nangong Wentian's words, the eight monks slowly walked into the ring, and Xiao Yunchuan didn't know any of the other six monks except for Jian Wuji.

But judging from the clothes they were wearing, there should be three of them from the Diancang Sect, one from the Tiandu Gate, and one from the Qi Heng Sword Sect.

The last remaining man in the blue robe, if it was not bad, should be Gu Nanshan.

After all, this is the last battle of Huiwu, and it should have attracted the attention of many people.

Around Baiyu Square, there are crowds of people, densely packed like ant colonies, Xiao Yunchuan looked down from above, only to see people crowded, the scene is not spectacular.

Although Xiao Yunchuan defeated Dian Xingzi, the person who was in the limelight in Baiyu Square was still Jian Wuji.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, a monk in his twenties has comprehended the sword intent, which is much more shocking than defeating Dian Xingzi.

The monks in the audience looked at the tall, thin, ordinary-looking young man with a pair of dead fish eyes, and they were discussing one after another.

Jian Wuji stood in the wind, facing the gaze of the audience, still calmly, not caring at all about those peeping eyes.

Above the White Jade Square, there was silence, and the eyes of the seven people, including Xiao Yunchuan, all looked at Jian Wuji.

Jian Wuji was so skilled in martial arts that he never drew his sword in the face of that battle, even though it was only a rusty iron sword, and every monk who encountered him could not withstand the momentum of his sword, and all of them knelt down to admit defeat, and did not have the courage to fight back.

Jian Wuji, who has lived in the mountains and jungles since he was a child, has the consciousness of a beast, and he can clearly perceive the hostility emanating from several people towards him; he holds the rusty iron sword in his right hand, and gently pushes the hilt with his thumb, and the sword body is unsheathed by an inch.

Except for Xiao Yunchuan and Gu Nanshan, the other five monks, seeing Jian Wuji's action of pushing the scabbard, shot at the same time as if they had discussed.

Feeling the five people attacking from five directions at the same time, Jian Wuji grinned and said silently: "Wuji ......"

The two words exited, like the power of the world, and pounced on the five people of Jian Wuji, and fell to the ground in an instant, unable to move.

When Gu Nanshan saw this scene, his eyelids jumped, and then he turned his head to look at another young man in a green shirt.

Xiao Yunchuan killed the astrologer in seconds, Gu Nanshan also knew that his cultivation was comparable to that of the astrologer, so he was definitely not Xiao Yunchuan's opponent. And Jian Wuji is not to mention, the five cultivators who have cultivated beyond the tenth level of the Qi Refining Period can't get close, how can he fight......

Looking at the five people who fell to the ground, Gu Nanshan thought about it very seriously, if he admits defeat now, he should be the third, right?

After Jian Wuji solved the five people, he was not interested in continuing to delay, he walked towards Gu Nanshan.

Gu Nanshan, who was thinking about it, felt the danger approaching, and made a decisive decision: "I admit defeat......

At the beginning of this scuffle, within a few breaths, there were only two people left, which made the monks who were watching the battle with melon seeds and fruits, and the monks who were ready to feast their eyes, have the idea of returning home in defeat.

Jian Wuji took it step by step, slowly walking towards Xiao Yunchuan.

Xiao Yunchuan didn't dare to hold it up, so he directly pulled out the thousands of worlds, this sword has the magic power of accumulation, so the first sword after it is unsheathed, the power will be doubled.

Xiao Yunchuan held the Separation Thousands of Worlds in his right hand, feeling the majestic aura coming from the palm of his hand, and the majestic wood attribute spiritual power in his body also slowly poured from the hilt into the sword body.

This sword was stimulated by the spiritual power of the wood attribute, and a green vine spread out from the position between the hilt and the sword body, although Xiao Yunchuan's spiritual power was instilled, this green vine gradually wrapped up the thousands of worlds.

Leaving the thousand worlds is like a long strip wrapped in green vines, but a cyan lotus flower is born at the tip of the sword.

Xiao Yunchuan used the Southeast Sword before, and the sword qi displayed was like a lotus, and the lotus flower that appeared was only the size of a fist, but at this time, with the departure of a thousand lifetimes, the lotus flower summoned was as big as a human head.

Jian Wuji, who was keen-natured, perhaps sensed the threat coming from the sword lotus, and suddenly stopped, he held the rusty sword that was not unsheathed, looked at Xiao Yunchuan in the distance, and said lightly: "Thirty-six troubles and wind ......"

Jian Wuji made a sword swing gesture, and the unsheathed rusty sword was wrapped around a breeze, and with his movements, the breeze drifted towards Xiao Yunchuan not far away, and quickly floated away.

The eyes, ears, nose, mouth, body, and mind are the six roots of human beings, plus good, evil, and peace!

Jian Wuji's unsheathed sword slash is infinitely powerful, with thirty-six troubles in one life, and one sword can cut thirty-six troubles.

The breeze turned into the wind of thirty-six troubles seems ordinary, but the weather inside is extremely strict, just like thousands of troops galloping in, spears and halberds, and thousands of miles of yellow sand.

Xiao Yunchuan shook his sword body, and the sword qi was like a lotus and went away against the thirty-six troubled winds.

Qinglian catches the breeze......

The two swordsmanship techniques were entangled for a moment, and the breeze blew away, leaving only the cyan sword lotus with a slightly reduced momentum.

Jian Wuji's movements were very fast, Xiao Yunchuan didn't see his movements clearly, the rusty iron sword in his hand was already out of the sheath, the iron sword had been polished for many years, and the blades on both sides were sharp, and the cold air was deep.

He carried the rusty iron sword, and slashed at the swaying green lotus without hesitation.