This sword fell, and an invisible sword qi immediately rushed out from the Fengyuan Sword, turning into a thin line that stretched several zhang long and headed towards Baili Zhen.

It is not actually a sword qi, because that thin line is composed of countless tiny wind whirls, and the body is a wind whirlwind, not a real sword qi, but it looks very similar to sword qi.

Except for Qiao Yuan and Yan Chenzi, other people couldn't see through this wind whirlpool at all, and the many elders around it could only see its inner clues unless they could hold the Fengyuan Sword in their own hands and carefully inspect it with their divine sense.

Baili Zhen saw that the thin line coming horizontally, and a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, as if he felt an extremely terrifying force above the thin line.

But his figure did not stop, but rushed towards Qiao Yuan at an unabated speed, in his mind, at this moment, even if Qu Yunwei took out the magic weapon flying sword and swung out a hundred sword qi, he would dare to fight, and the victory or defeat was still two words.

Bai Li Zhen naturally didn't see the essence of the thin line, and thought in his heart that it was a sword qi swung by Qiao Yuan, so he dared to regret this thin line.

The speed of the thin line seems to be not fast, but in fact, it is like the wind, weird and invisible, and it is close to the place of five zhang in front of Baili Zhen's body in an instant.

Bai Lizhen did not hesitate, and the green tendons on his waist-thick right arm squirmed like a dragon, as if he was rapidly gathering strength.

During this period, Baili Zhen's right fist was already tightly clenched, and he punched towards the thin line, and the violent fist wind fell on the thin line, as if the thin line was bent and deformed.

But the next moment, Bai Lizhen's right fist had already hit the thin line, silently, to everyone's surprise, the thin line dissipated in an instant.

There was no explosion of astonishing lethality, and there was no violent collision, but the thin thread was like a wisp of smoke, like an illusory thing that did not exist at all, and it dissipated without the slightest obstruction.

Baili Zhen was stunned for a moment, only to feel a heavy punch hit the air, and then the first thought that came to his mind was to be played by Qiao Yuan.

At this moment, not only Bai Lizhen thought so, but most of the disciples around him had this thought, thinking that Qiao Yuan was bluffing, and some people were quite ashamed of this kind of behavior.

Those female disciples who were obsessed with their eyes changed their expressions one after another, and secretly muttered in their hearts that Qiao Yuan was just a false appearance.

It's just that those elders stared at Bai Li Zhen's right hand tightly, and they saw more than these disciples.

The moment the thin line touched Baili Zhen's fist just now, it did not dissipate, but decomposed into extremely small lines, which were stained on Bai Li Zhen's fist.

Qiao Yuan stood in the tornado storm, not caring about everyone's eyes at all, his expression was as usual, staring at Bai Lizhen tightly, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Bai Lizhen felt that he had been tricked, his expression was extremely gloomy, and just as he was about to rush forward towards Qiao Yuan again, suddenly his expression changed greatly, he looked at his right arm, and his eyes showed disbelief.

Just now, when he defeated the thin line, he felt that his arm seemed to be a little numb, but this feeling was too faint, and Bai Lizhen didn't pay attention to it.

Now the tingling sensation is getting stronger and stronger, and even makes him feel a little painful.

Bai Lizhen's eyes took a closer look, and only then did he find that there were little beads of blood on his fists and arms.

These blood beads are only the size of a needle's eye, and they look like they have been pricked by a silver needle, and they are not much, so it is difficult to attract people's attention.

But as time passed, there were more and more blood beads, and it didn't take long for his entire right arm to be filled with dense blood beads.

This sudden scene not only made all the elders look solemn, but also made most of the disciples exclaim in surprise, with a look of disbelief in their eyes, and some even showed fear when they looked at Qiao Yuan.

Bai Lizhen did not hesitate, and hurriedly used the spiritual power of his whole body to suppress the injuries on his arm, but the tiny wind whirlwinds attached to his arm were innumerable, and he couldn't resolve it in a short time.

Those wind whirlwinds were like worms that devoured flesh and sucked blood, eroding and destroying Baili Zhen's arm.

The faint numbness slowly turned into a sense of pain, and then turned into a heart-piercing pain, which made Bai Lizhen's eyes red, and his face was hideous, and he let out a low roar.

That being said, Bai Lizhen's right arm is the right arm that condenses the power of the inheritance bloodline, and it is not easy to destroy, and now at most, a large number of blood beads are secreted, and there is no skin turned out, and the flesh is blurred.

However, Qiao Yuan didn't think that just with the seventy percent power of the Fengyuan Sword, he could destroy the right arm that could send out a blow that was infinitely close to the power of the powerhouse in the early stage of the Jiedan, all he wanted was to make Baili Zhen temporarily lose the power of his right arm.

The consumption of the Fengyuan Sword was too large, and Qiao Yuan's cultivation would at most swing two such thin lines, but Qiao Yuan did not swing the second thin line, but took a step forward, carrying the Fengyuan Sword and galloping towards Baili Zhen.

Qiao Yuan's speed was extremely fast, and he rushed to Baili Zhen's approach, and directly slashed down with a sword.

This sword did not send out a thin line, but directly used the five-foot sword body to cut Baili Zhen's body.

Bai Lizhen saw a flash of silver light, the pupils of his eyes shrank, and his heart moved, and a dark red machete appeared in his left hand.

He also slashed forward with the machete in his left hand, directly touching Qiao Yuan's Fengyuan Sword.

The sonorous sound of sword collision came out, and Qiao Yuan withdrew the Fengyuan Sword and slashed towards Baili Zhen again.

Bai Li Zhen was concentrating on two things, suppressing the injury of his right hand while trying to counter Qiao Yuan's offensive with a machete, which seemed a little powerless.

At this moment, Baili Zhen retreated again and again, and was forced to withdraw more than ten zhang in a short time, and the swords of the two collided no less than a hundred times.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the dark red machete in Baili Zhen's left hand directly collapsed into dozens of pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"This ...... This ......"

Bai Li Zhen was stunned by this sudden scene, this machete has been with him for many years, indestructible, he has never been the only one who cut off other people's swords, but now it is suddenly broken.

Qiao Yuan's Feng Yuan Sword was filled with more wind whirls, every time the Feng Yuan Sword touched the machete, there would be a wind whirlwind stained on the knife, and over time, this machete seemed to be intact, but in fact, it had been destroyed by the wind whirl.

Qiao Yuan didn't have any hands left because Bai Li Zhen's knife was broken, he raised his sword and slashed down at Bai Li Zhen's head.

Under Bai Li Zhen's frightened and horrified gaze, under the exclamation of all the disciples, and under the color change of many elders, Qiao Yuan's sword hung above Bai Li Zhen's head and asked coldly.

"Will you throw in the towel?"

Bai Li Zhen looked at the bright silver sword, and he was extremely unwilling, but at this moment, he had no power to resist, and even if he said a "no", Qiao Yuan would really be able to cut it with a sword.

Suddenly, there was silence all around, and they all looked at Qiao Yuan and Bai Lizhen with complicated expressions, they knew that Qiao Yuan had already won this battle, and it was useless for Bai Lizhen to admit defeat.

"I ...... Admit defeat. ”

After being silent for a moment, Baili Zhen gritted his teeth and spit out these three words, his expression showed loss, and he was extremely unwilling in his heart.

He knew that if he lost this battle, if he wanted to win against Qiao Yuan in the future, it would definitely be even more difficult, and it would even be impossible to defeat him in the future.

Qiao Yuan's expression did not show the slightest joy, as if it was a matter of course to win Bai Lizhen.

In his mind, it was true, after all, he had beaten Baili Zhen once, and he already knew something about him, and now that his cultivation had increased dramatically, it was no longer so difficult to win Bai Lizhen.

As soon as Qiao Yuan's right hand fell, the silver light flashed, and the Fengyuan Sword disappeared, and then he pointed at Baili Zhen's right arm through the air, and suddenly the tiny wind whirlwind in Bai Lizhen's right arm dissipated together.

After doing this, Qiao Yuan turned around and walked briskly towards Lian Jingshan and the others, and did not look at Baili Zhen who was there.

Bai Lizhen felt the pain in his right arm disappear, his eyes looked at Qiao Yuan's back, his eyes were complicated, he didn't understand why Qiao Yuan wanted to help him in the end.

Qiao Yuan didn't think much about it, he and Baili Zhen had no grievances, and this time was also a fair challenge witnessed by everyone, helping him disperse the whirlwind, it was just a gesture.

"It's rare for this son to have such a temperament, but this kind of temperament is not suitable for the cruel cultivation realm. ”

When Yan Chenzi saw this scene, she smiled slightly, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes, and whispered to herself.

At this moment, most of the disciples cast a respectful gaze at Qiao Yuan, because both Qiao Yuan's strength and his gentlemanly behavior of helping Bai Lizhen after the battle were worthy of their respect.

And there are many female disciples who can't hold back the beating of their hearts, with a shy expression on their faces, and take the initiative to get acquainted with Qiao Yuan.

Of course, there were also many male disciples who smiled and took the initiative to make friends, and most of the elders stepped forward with a smile to congratulate Qiao Yuan and Lian Jingshan.

Qiao Yuan responded to these people with a gentle smile on his face, and as for those female disciples who showed love, Qiao Yuan refused more tactfully.

"Fortunately, Wanchen is not here. ”

Qiao Yuan secretly said in his heart, he knew that if Ling Wanchen was here and saw that he was surrounded by many female disciples, he was afraid that with her temper, he would be angry again.

When Qu Yunwei saw this scene, she did not take the initiative to step forward, but stared at Qiao Yuan quietly in the distance, and there seemed to be an indescribable melancholy in her heart.

Bai Li Zhen's expression was extremely lonely, and with a light sigh, he turned around and walked slowly towards March Peak.

In the past, he was as proud as Qiao Yuan, but unfortunately the winner is king, and the loser is the villain, and no one will focus on him at this moment.

Even Jing Shan, as Qiao Yuan's senior brother, was responsible for dealing with those elders, and at this moment, his smiling mouth couldn't close his mouth, and the spirit of the whole person directly increased several times, as if this was his most face-saving day in decades.

An hour later, everyone finally began to disperse, and many people wanted to invite Qiao Yuan to be a guest, but they were all declined by Qiao Yuan.

"Haha...... , Little junior brother, you are really good, today for our May Peak has a big face, after you go back, the master will definitely praise you. ”

Lian Jingshan took Qiao Yuan and the others to gallop towards May Peak, and along the way, Lian Jingshan still laughed constantly, praising Qiao Yuan again and again, so that Qiao Yuan's ears could hear the calluses.

After a while, everyone saw the familiar peak, and Lian Jingshan smiled and led everyone to land at the foot of May Peak.