If you break through the seven stars, you can ascend to one order, but don't think that the difference between the fifth-order three-star and the fourth-order seven-star is only three stars, you know, whether it is martial arts, mental methods, or spiritual methods, it is extremely difficult to upgrade to a level. Especially after the fourth order, every time the ability is upgraded by one level, its cultivation will almost undergo earth-shaking changes. Just like this mental method, the mental method cultivated by Bai Huaizi is the concentrating method of Qingyu Zhenren. The Divine Condensation Technique is the same level of mental method as the Qingyu Technique practiced by Fu Qiu, but the difference is that the Condensation Technique mainly improves the True Qi, although it cannot be added in terms of speed and defense, but it can greatly increase the attack power of the move.

Therefore, Bai Huaizi's twelve sword qi was almost a fatal blow to Fu Qiu! What's more, he only used one hand!

"See, this is the gap between you and me! I can't even resist my one-handed attack, and I still want to win the top spot with one enemy and six? It's just a fool's dream!"

The whole arena was full of murderous atmosphere, after Fu Qiu was seriously injured, he could barely support it and fell to the ground, facing Bai Huaizi and others who were approaching step by step, his life was in danger at any time.

He turned his head to gaze, and Qingyu Zhenren seemed to be negotiating something with the sect master, but the sect master shook his head again and again.

In front of him, Yueluo, Bai Huaizi, and Lin Xiaoyue were holding long swords, and they were approaching step by step with murderous aura, but Yun Fan didn't seem to have made a move, and he didn't plan to make a move, just leaning on the pillar leisurely, not paying any attention to the things around him.

Qing Yao's face was solemn, and she shook her head at him repeatedly, signaling him to give up.

But how could he be a man who gave up easily?

Qingyu Peak has many talents, so Qingtan Peak has always been neglected, and Qingyu Zhenren naturally can't raise his head in the Sword Sect. The sect is still like this, let alone this worldly way?!

The disciples of Qingtan Peak are inferior in this sect. In the past, when he was humiliated by other fellow disciples, he did not dare to fight back. And he is arrogant and always gets into trouble repeatedly, and every time the master is inferior to him to intercede.

Several sword qi swarmed, and Fu Qiu blocked them one by one with his physical body...

Blood rained down on the wooden planks of the ring, staining the floor red and seeping down.

"If you want to fight, you will fight!

Fu Qiu hissed...

He didn't want to go any further!

It was the disciple of the same sect in front of him who wanted to kill him, but the sect ignored him, just because he was a disciple of Qingtan Peak, and his status was not as 'noble' as Qingyu Peak!

A murderous aura burst out from his body, and a power gathered in his veins. At this moment, he tightly grasped the long sword in his hand and confronted the three of them.

It was like two invisible forces fighting each other, and there was a dead silence all around, and there was only a cold wind and a cold wind.

Bai Huaizi clenched the long sword with both hands, and his true qi swirled on the long sword, like a long dragon. This time, he put all his strength into it, intending to kill Fu Qiu with one blow.

Finally, he struck!

"The sword roars!"

The long sword broke through the air, and Bai Huaizi turned into a stream of white light, stabbing at Fu Qiu with lightning speed! The white light turned into three silver light sword qis, stabbing at Fu Qiu's body, Juque, and Qi Sea respectively!

However, Fu Qiu had already prepared, and in an instant, Canglong went out to sea with a move, taking off into the air! The long sword came out! A volley of colorful clouds chasing the moon dodged Bai Huaizi's attack range! Then he turned around and gathered his qi and condensed his qi in the sword. The sword was raised, the body turned into a long sword, and a burst of blood and qi exploded. The sword moves down, and the momentum is like a starfall!

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the splinters of the wood in the ring flew and the dust was scattered! With a scream, a figure like a kite with a broken string flew out several feet and fell into the crowd...

Naturally, it was Bai Huaizi, and when he looked at it again, he saw that he was covered in blood, with more than a dozen sword marks on his body, and he staggered up from the crowd, but after all, he was still physically exhausted, and a mouthful of blood fell to the ground.

There were many discussions in the audience, but no one talked about Bai Huaizi's reversal and viciousness, but he only said that Fu Qiu's shot was too ruthless and wanted to put Bai Huaizi to death!

All the elders' eyes widened, Fu Qiu's body technique was so fast, and his sword technique moves were so powerful! Even Bai Huaizi was not his opponent?

You must know that Bai Huaizi's mental method has been cultivated to the fifth order, and Fu Qiu is only the fourth order, the gap between the two is very big, why would Bai Huaizi be killed in an instant?!

Moreover, the burst of blood qi that had just erupted from Fu Qiu's body, as well as the sacrifice of more than a dozen sword qi at the same time in one blow, this should not be something he could do at that level!

Lingyu Zhenren flew over, helped Bai Huaizi up with an earthy face, probed his breath, and then let out a long breath. Feed him a Blood Clotting Pill and let his disciple carry it down.

"The competition continues!"

The Sword Sect Sect Master's face was solemn, but he still motioned for the competition to continue.

At this time, except for Fu Qiu, there were only four people on the field.

Qing Yao, Moonfall, Lin Xiaoyue, and Yun Fan, who has been silently watching the battle.

Finally, Yun Fan slowly pulled out his long sword...

The sword blade pointed directly at Fu Qiu's eyebrows!

Although it has become a pair of four, Fu Qiu no longer has a chance to win.

After the battle just now, his wounds cracked and blood gushed like a spring. If he continues like this, even if he doesn't fight, he will die of excessive blood loss.

At this moment, Fu Qiu is already a maple leaf in winter and a candle in the wind.

"Pick up!"

Yun Fan's true qi gathered, and a powerful cyclone rose from his whole body, condensing on the long sword. Then, the body was like thunder, and a move flew into the air, and the unity of the human sword came in an instant!

The blade of death is already on Fu Qiu's neck, and he can only have a glimmer of life if he fights hard!

Gather your energy! The long sword breaks through the air! The body is like thunder! Fu Qiu actually used the same move to fight against it!

At this time, Fu Qiu still wants to die with him? This is tantamount to self-destruction!

However, he had no way out, he had seen through this so-called Immortal Cultivation Sect, after all, it was already the Lingyun Sword Sect, and it was no longer the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect that he had heard of before.

Hypocrisy!

Like a hurricane passing through the post, like a big wave sweeping sand, like the wind sweeping clouds, like the wind and thunder, after a burst of dust that covers the sky and the sun, the whole arena is like dead silence.

The long sword that pierced Fu Qiu's left shoulder was quietly dripping with blood, and gradually dripped from the long sword...

Fu Qiu's eyes widened, and his face was like ashes.

His long sword had already penetrated the chest of the person in front of him, but it was not Yun Fan, but Qing Yao!

"No!"

He never thought that Qing Yao would make a move before Yun Fan.

And Qing Yao's sword never thought of putting him to death at all.

At this moment, his heart was like ashes, and he hurt people who shouldn't have been hurt.

"Yao'er!"

A white light came instantly, and Fu Qiu was knocked away dozens of feet with one palm.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was as still as water, and only light and shadow remained, passing by Fu Qiu's side one by one.

The wind rises, the rain falls, life is like this...