Liu Tianci didn't dare to say more, and after hesitating for a moment, he helped Li Yunfei aside, if he wanted to live now, he was probably the only person he could count on.

"I'm late, and I'm humiliated in front of all the senior brothers!"

Lu Chengfeng looked at these registered disciples who had packed their luggage and were about to leave, and said with a look of guilt on his face.

"It's not too late, it's good to come!"

The safe return of the junior brother diluted the loss of Song Qingshan's defeat, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Have you finished talking nonsense? Since you are not dead, you will go to the stage to fight, and there is no need to judge win or lose with your tongue!" Zhang Kun on the stage was obviously impatient, although he sighed in his heart that the other party's cultivation was improving quickly, but for him, who was already in the infancy stage, he did not need to take this person in his eyes at all. At this moment, he hated to immediately teach the arrogant man in front of him a lesson, so as to regain the face he lost in front of Ye Ziqing that day.

"Good ......"

Lu Chengfeng handed over the sword in his hand to Lu Ping'an, and after a loud shout, he turned over to the stage, although he was in tattered clothes at the moment, he looked radiant, and the heroic spirit exuded between his eyebrows was no less than that of the other party.

"Today I will teach you a good lesson, arrogant man!" Zhang Kun's face changed, his right hand was held in the void, and his palm was filled with bursts of golden light, "Light up the weapon!"

Lu Chengfeng sneered twice and said, "You don't need weapons to fight against you!"

This is not because he is arrogant, just because he has never learned any foreign exercises in Shushan, and there is only one Xuantian gossip on the parchment scroll. And the essence of this recipe is to condense the true qi of the whole body, pinch the recipe to attract each other, when the battle, it is the consumption of its own true qi, and the fight is cultivation. Therefore, in any case, he can only use this trick.

"I think you're looking for death!"

Before the words were finished, the bronze sword behind the other party let out a chilling hissing sound, and suddenly a golden light flashed, and the sword immediately appeared in his hand, and the light instantly spread to the entire sword body, shining brightly.

The faces of the registered disciples in the audience were all because they had never seen a master duel, although they had seen the competition of the Yellow Rank disciples before, but the cultivation of the Yellow Order disciples was all in the stage of knotting, and the exercises were not very powerful. But now, as soon as this person flashed his weapon, he felt that the momentum was compelling, and he suddenly had a sense of eye-opening.

The Yuan Infant Stage is a qualitative leap compared to the Dan Formation Period, and the initial opening of the Divine Consciousness is still very different from that of ordinary cultivators.

Seeing that the other party was already attacking, Lu Chengfeng's heart immediately sank, his mind moved, and between his hands pinching the trick, his true qi began to wander around in his body. When he was young, a golden gossip pattern immediately appeared on his chest.

"Xuantian gossip?"

There was obvious disdain in the other party's words.

At this moment, the two of them were already in a tense situation, and a gust of cold wind rose in the field, hovering in mid-air, and the dust rolled up flew in the air.

Between the fluttering clothes, I suddenly heard a loud shout, only to see Zhang Kun pinching the trick, and countless illusory sword shadows stabbed with the momentum of breaking the wind, and the dazzled eyes were unable to distinguish the location of the main sword.

Lu Chengfeng's heart was tight, but he had never had any experience in battle when he was a cultivator at the beginning, and when he took two steps back and dodged the momentum, he recited a spell.

In an instant, he pinched the trick and pointed forward, and the golden gossip formed an invisible barrier in mid-air, and the sword light was in the blink of an eye, just between the intersection of the two rays of light, a more dazzling light swayed in the field, and the light was so strong that it was impossible to look at directly, and the people in the audience subconsciously blocked their eyes with their hands.

At this time, Lu Chengfeng clearly felt the strength of the opponent's blow, although he tried his best to resist, it was still in vain, and he took two steps back unconsciously.

Seeing that the other party had revealed his flaws, that Kun Naken missed this opportunity, even if his body was shocked, his whole body robe was windless, and his already thin figure suddenly looked much burlier.

Between the lightning and flint, the sword mangs became more prosperous, and I saw that his sword technique pressed forward, and the sword mangs broke the invisible gossip in the blink of an eye.

Lu Chengfeng secretly screamed badly, his chest suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the pain was incomparable, but at this moment, he couldn't allow him to think too much, and saw countless dazzling sword rays stabbing over with the momentum of ten thousand arrows, and at the moment he was tiptoe to the ground, jumped in the air, and took two steps forward with his feet, and finally avoided the fierce sword.

However, there was a sudden rumbling sound behind him, and just as he slowly landed, a slender cut had been cut on his right arm, blood dripped down his sleeve, and his entire right arm trembled slightly in the wind due to severe pain.

Fortunately, he hid in time, if he slowed down for a while, I am afraid that he would be cut off like the big tree behind him.

"Good fight, Senior Brother Zhang, teach this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky for me and other Xuan-level disciples!"

"That's it, otherwise he would have thought that my Xuan-rank disciple was easy to bully!"

The applause from the audience was endless, but most of them were Xuan-level disciples, and each of them had a smile, contempt, and sarcasm on their faces...... Only Ye Ziqing just stared intently at this tattered young man.

"If you beg for mercy now, maybe I can still do it......"

Looking at the smug smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, Lu Chengfeng seemed to be used to it, without any expression on his face, and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, just come on......"

"Since you have the heart to die, I will fulfill you!"

Before the words fell, Zhang Kun's face changed, and he saw that the bronze sword was already like a starry sky when he turned his wrist, and countless illusory sword rays crisscrossed in front of him, like a fishing net, dazzling.

"It's the return of ten thousand swords......" Song Qingshan in the audience was already shocked when he spoke, and said in a low voice, "It looks like he is going to kill him!"

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect is a high-level exercise for Xuan-level disciples, aiming to use the sword to induce qi, interfere with the opponent's vision with an illusory shadow, and anticipate the enemy's opportunity, and the specific power depends on the cultivation of the sword holder.

"Gather Qi and turn into gods, and ten thousand swords return to the ......"

As soon as he drank this incantation, the field suddenly rose with a sudden gust of wind, and the light was in full bloom, and the sword light that looked like stars was wrapped in endless momentum.

Countless sword rays reflected each other between Lu Chengfeng's pupils, but at this moment, he felt terrifying, and in the midst of the violent wind, his messy hair floated backwards one after another, as if with an endless pulling momentum.

I can't think much about it in my heart, Lu Chengfeng jumped up in the air when he landed, instantly gathered the true qi of his whole body in his hands, and then pinched the trick, and the golden gossip hit it again.

But it was too slow, just when the gossip was played, the sword was already pressing, and the other party's momentum was too strong to resist, and Lu Chengfeng's thin body was forced to float out like a fallen leaf in mid-air.

The so-called Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, Ten Thousand Swords are just imaginary fingers, just because of this, Zhang Kun has already turned a steady stream of true qi into invisible sword qi, and the other party's cultivation is not too deep, how can he resist such an endless attack.

Lu Chengfeng's body was empty, if he was invincible at this moment, he would lose if he fell, and when he was in a hurry to recite the spell, his hands pinched the trick back and forth in the air, and the gossip suddenly shone again, spinning rapidly in mid-air.

The golden light that sprinkled down from mid-air was reflected on everyone's faces, but they didn't realize it, but they just stared at the scene on the stage, and in a trance they forgot where they were.

True Qi is not as good as aura, when it will finally be over, after a while, Lu Chengfeng also obviously felt powerless, and a sea of blood surged in his chest, but the other party was not offensive, but it was intensifying.

But seeing the other party's eyebrows locked and his face was in pain, Zhang Kun showed disdain, knowing that he was about to run out of true anger, so he shouted angrily, "Go die!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw him turn around sharply, and pointed the sword in his hand forward quickly, the long sword broke through the air, and between the lightning and flint, countless illusory sword rays in mid-air suddenly turned into a huge invisible sword qi, and rushed towards the other party with lightning speed.

Lu Chengfeng's true qi was already approaching, how could he withstand such an attack now, the speed of this blow was so fast that it could not be described in words, he just wanted to dodge, and the sword qi had already stabbed into his chest.

In an instant, there was only a muffled snort, and before Lu Chengfeng's body hit the ground, the blood in his mouth spurted out like a spray.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ping'an's heart tightened, and at that time, he exclaimed that he wanted to go on stage but was pulled by Song Qingshan on the side, but he shook his head again and again, signaling him not to go up.

When Lu Chengfeng's body slowly fell, the Xuan-level disciples in the audience applauded again, one after another.

Liu Tianci, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, saw him spitting blood from his mouth, and expected that this blow was extremely powerful, and his heart was full of joy.

Before the fierce battle in mid-air, Lu Chengfeng had already realized that his feet were empty, and he was afraid of falling off the stage, so he deliberately leaned forward before he became conscious, but after falling, half of his body was still suspended in mid-air, and the blood stayed down the corner of his mouth to his erection neck and dripped on the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Ping'an hurriedly stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Stuffy gourd, forget it, you will die in the competition!"

Seeing him in such a tragic situation, the thin monkey and the others who came after him thought that he had been seriously injured, but they couldn't bear it, and they also dissuaded him softly, "Senior Brother Lu, I know that you have done your best, and you have hurt your life again without need!"

Seeing this, the people behind him never dared to make a sound, and they no longer had the momentum of helping the battle before, thinking that they were seeing him like this, and they were worried that the words he said on impulse that day would become reality. They seem to prefer to stay here rather than leave in embarrassment, and at least have a chance to become a full-fledged disciple, even if they don't have the talent for cultivation.

Lu Chengfeng's eyes slowly opened, looking at the reflections of everyone in front of him, all the faces of the world are here, some are sneering, some are happy, some are silent, and some are worried...... It's as if the whole world has changed. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, but immediately his waist was forced, and his body stood up again, but when he saw him kneeling on one knee, panting heavily, watching his blood drip on the stage, he couldn't help laughing again, I don't know whether to laugh at himself or others.

"Don't say I won't give you a chance, if you admit defeat in person at this moment and apologize to me for what happened that day, I won't be guilty of the past!"

Seeing him like this, Zhang Kun knew that he was already in control, although he had no intention of sparing him, but if he killed him in front of everyone, I am afraid that the Shushan Elder will blame him, and he will not be able to escape the blame.