Chang'an didn't know that the dragon chant was just a formula that Chang Xi realized by chance, and at present, he could only deter Xiao Xiao with his might, and he used the dragon chant against Mengsu before just to be able to crush his mind in one fell swoop. Such a move that consumes the power of the sea of blood has no essential attack power, looking at Chang'an's face and the sword technique in his hand, he knows that his heart is firm, and Chang Xi will naturally not waste his efforts.

High in the stands, Yuhan was so attentive from the beginning that she was so surprised that she couldn't even remember how much she was surprised. From Chang Xi's three breaths to end the arrogant and invincible Mengsu to fight against the unborn ghost talents of Tibetan Dao Peak, the fierce and fierce moves and the sword light and sword shadows roaring in the sky all brought her a great sensory impact.

She asked herself, is this really a duel between two disciples in the early stage of the Foundation Building Realm? If it is said that these are two Jindan Realm cultivators, I am afraid that some people will believe it, right? Yuhan looked at Xin Tong, only to see the ice on that cold and unbelievable face gradually melting, and there was only the figure of that person in the depths of a pool of autumn water.

During the field, the two were anxious about offense and defense, and they had dealings with each other, and they were inseparable from each other, but their spiritual power had gradually exhausted, and if they continued to stalemate, they could only end up in a draw, which neither of them wanted to see.

Chang Xi was transported at the same time as the ape leap under his feet, and he was the first to break free. My heart moved, thinking of all the things that Qingfeng taught me that day and night, and my mind had already made a decision. Although he had never seen the method of locking the qi machine, Chang Xi did it very smoothly. Under the traction of spiritual power, Chang'an, who was standing with a knife, seemed to be magnified a little in Chang Xi's eyes, and the complex flow of spiritual power in the field could be seen a little clearly by his eyes alone at this time.

Chang Xi was overjoyed in his heart, jumped up for more than ten feet, a green light flashed in the storage bag on his waist, and the jade waist bow was impressively in his hand. As all the spiritual power surged between her fingers, Yuehong put it on the bow and startled several thunder arcs, and an inexplicable ferocity spread from the sword body that was no more than two fingers wide.

"Falling Star!"

The rioting spiritual power on the jade waist bow rendered the moon rainbow into a dazzling white, and the 20,000 catties of huge force pulled the bow body into a full moon, and with the fingertips trembling slightly, a sword intent that seemed to penetrate the world went straight to the door of Chang'an!

Chang'an's complexion changed, and he felt an astonishing sharp piercing of his eyes, and in a trance, it seemed that his whole body was pierced by sharp sword qi, and the blood flowed out and fell under the sword.

Biting the tip of his tongue, the blood echoing in his mouth pulled Chang'an back to reality, and it only took a moment to wet the robe behind him. Instead of retreating under his feet, he returned the long knife to the sheath, and pulled out the craggy bone knife behind his backhand, allowing the disgusting bloody aura to cover his whole body in an instant, and the golden dragon elephant phantom behind him was also dyed blood-red.

The killing intent in the bone knife was restless, and several blood lines converged into Chang'an's eyes, and there were many more lines in the world in Chang'an's eyes, some thick and some thin, dense. The lines of most of the disciples in the stands in the bloody eyes were as thin as hair, the lines of a few disciples were the thickness of fingers, and the lines that appeared above the heads of the few people sitting in the seats of Qingyun Peak were as thick as their arms.

That's a number of lives that no one else can see.

If you don't move, you go first. The bone knife in Chang'an's hand trembled sharply, and the roar of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood slashed towards Yuehong. Only then did Chang An look at Yuehong with bloody eyes, wanting to see clearly the life lines on Yuehong's sword. But with just one glance, there was no trace of color in the bloody eyes, only endless ashes.

"What's that?!"

Chang'an's eyes were full of blood and tears, he roared violently, the bone knife in his hand fell to the ground, and the blood-red dragon elephant phantom behind him collapsed together, and his breath suddenly withered to the extreme.

Suddenly, Chang'an caught a glimpse of a scene he couldn't believe.

The number of lives on that sword is as complicated as weaving, and it doesn't look like a human thing at all. In the heaven and earth that seemed to be bound by a large net, only an endless gray filled his eyes. In the gloom, a long golden line was connected between Chang Xi and Yuehong, and the other end was faintly above the nine heavens. With just one glance, he squeezed out the spiritual power of his whole body, and even the spiritual platform was crumbling. If he hadn't cut off the hearing and hearing in time, he was afraid that one more breath would have exhausted his body's essence and blood. It's just that the sword in front of him is impossible for him to block anymore.

"What's going on!"

The situation on the field can be described as changing rapidly, and countless disciples in the stands suddenly got up, not knowing what happened. Even Chen Shuo, who had just adjusted his mentality, was shocked and stood up in shock.

At this moment, the figure of the referee elder was standing in front of Chang'an at some point. Chang'an's state naturally can't hide from the advanced referee elder, since the victory or defeat has been decided, then this almost fatal blow naturally requires him to block it for Chang'an, and he reached out to grab the oncoming sword light. But with a twitch of his eyelids, he found that behind the dazzling sword light, the roar under Chang Xi's feet did not lose the sword momentum at all, and he actually caught up with the moon rainbow that came out of the string!

Chang Xi regretted it in his heart.

The power of this move is the most clear in his heart, and a sword can pierce through dozens of zhang of hard mountain stones. However, he has not been practicing for a long time, and most of the skills he has mastered are self-taught, and he can only think of this trick to break the current situation in a hurry. But when he saw that Chang'an had lost all his combat strength for some reason, he was in a hurry, thinking only about how to save this sword, and he had unconsciously taken the eighth step under his feet.

The latter came first to chase the sword of the string, Chang Xi grabbed the hilt of the Yuehong sword with his backhand, and the little remaining power of the sea of blood in his palm surged, desperately trying to change the trajectory of the Yuehong's shooting, and finally in Chang Xi's roar, the moment before the tip of the sword touched the palm of the referee elder, the trajectory was staggered, and it shot straight into the blue jade stone face on the side. When the sword qi dissipated, the moon rainbow was already deeply embedded in the blue jade stone surface.

Chang Xi hurriedly helped Chang'an up, and saw that Chang'an had passed out. Seeing this, the referee elder said: "Don't worry, this son has only injured his mind a little due to a lack of spiritual power, and he will be able to recover in a few days of recuperation." Then he waved down the field, and several well-trained disciples carried Chang'an to the bottom of the field.

"Tianxiu Peak, Chang Xisheng!"

As the referee raised Chang Xi's hand, the stands were overwhelmed by the overwhelming wave of cheers and cheers for a while. Today's peak duel between swords and swords is destined to go down in the history of Qingyun Mountain, and no one will forget it.

Chang Xi, a newcomer who became famous in the trial of Kuixing Pavilion, after months of penance, finally emerged on the Nine Peaks Outer Gate Contest and became the brightest star. Save Tianxiu Peak from a desperate situation and win the crucial two points with the power of one person. His ferocious devastating attacks, rare and ingenious sword techniques, and his ability to come and go without a trace all demonstrate his unparalleled potential.

Bathed in the cheers of victory, as if there was a sense in the dark, Chang Xi raised his head and met Xin Tong who was looking at him from afar. Slightly surprised by Xin Tong's cold appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but grin a warm arc, deep in his eyes with the shadow of the black dress, and raised his fist high, that was what he had promised.

Now, he's one step closer to the promise he made.