"What are you doing?" a serious voice came, and the speaker was none other than the white-bearded elder who was watching the battle, "If you want to fight, you will have to fight in the ring, and there is a use in arguing here!

This elder looks kind, but his temper is unusually hot, and everyone is so frightened that they don't dare to take a breath, let alone do it.

At this moment, Xue Ba, who was full of smugness, spoke, "Little Brother Chen, I saw that the magic weapon you used turned out to be the Tianshan Thorn, I guess you can't even send out sword qi, right?"

Chen Xiaomo nodded, "The second layer of my Lingyun Wind Spell is not yet proficient, and emitting sword qi is just an unattainable dream!" His heart was a little colder.

"I have an idea, I don't know what Little Brother Chen thinks?" Xue Ba said.

"Senior Brother Xue, please speak!" Chen Xiaomo replied.

Xue Ba glanced at his immortal sword and said, "I can send out sword qi, but you can't, it's not fair to you." In my opinion, when we compete later, we will only compete in swordsmanship, and not fight for true qi, how about it?"

Chen Xiaomo glanced at Xue Ba with a grateful gaze and said, "Then thank you Senior Brother Xue!"

Xue Ba waved his hand and said, "Where is it, this is what I should do as a senior brother." Let's get started!"

As he spoke, he slammed his true qi into the sea of qi, and the light above the brute dragon suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a silver-white sword blade that shone with cold light.

"Please!" Xue Ba shook the fairy sword in the air, and then raised his sword and rushed towards Chen Xiaomo.

Chen Xiaomo clenched the red leaves, stood on his chest, and made a defensive posture.

"When!" The brute dragon cut off his head, Chen Xiaomo set up the red leaves, and he caught this trick.

After all, Xue Ba started earlier, and he was far superior to Chen Xiaomo in terms of Dao technique and strength, so Chen Xiaomo was shocked by this move and retreated several steps.

But how could Xue Ba give Chen Xiaomo a chance to breathe? With the force in his hand, another sword slashed at his waist.

Chen Xiaomo took advantage of the situation and retreated, only to dodge this blow.

For several rounds in a row, it was Xue Ba who was attacking, and the sword poked people's vital points, but Chen Xiaomo miraculously dodged all the attacks.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that this Xue Ba's attainments in swordsmanship were not very high, and the coherence between his moves was not very good, he just relied on the experience accumulated over the years to make random moves.

......

Before dawn, a young man appeared in the silent mountain forest, holding a Tianshan thorn in his hand, and what was unusual was that there were ten small round holes in the body of this Tianshan thorn.

I saw the young man walk along the winding path to the depths of the mountain forest, stop in front of a boulder, and constantly hit the boulder with the Tianshan Thorn in his hand.

The shape of the boulder is like a person, and the 481 small holes on the stone are like the 481 acupuncture points on the human body.

"Knock knock!" The crisp percussion sound resounded between the mountains and forests, accompanied by the white of the fish's belly in the sky, playing a joyful morning music for the earth.

Baihui fell to the ground,

The tail does not return to the hometown.

The chapter gate was hit,

Nine out of ten died.

The sun and the dumb door,

Surely you will see Hades.

Broken spine without bones,

Died in a hurry at the knee.

The familiar characters flashed in Chen Xiaomo's mind again, and he clenched the Tianshan Thorn in his hand, trying to find the feeling that he once had.

......

Another sword slashed, Chen Xiaomo hurriedly flashed to the side, and then, like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, his red leaves stabbed straight at the Yintang acupoint in the center of Xue Ba's eyebrows.

Xue Ba was shocked, he didn't expect that Chen Xiaomo would fight back under such a fierce offensive. He leaned back, dodging the fatal blow.

But before Xue Ba could slow down, another cold light shot from his tail acupoint, and it was Chen Xiaomo who stabbed at him with red leaves.

Xue Ba turned over and barely dodged, but his body couldn't maintain his balance, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Just like practicing on the Giant Rock Peak every day, Chen Xiaomo quickly swung the Tianshan Thorn towards Xue Ba, and the move touched the death hole.

Xue Ba didn't take Chen Xiaomo in his eyes originally, but now this accurate and ruthless attack made him cry bitterly.

Chen Xiaomo is better than one move, and he doesn't give Xue Ba a chance to breathe at all, and he is about to force Xue Ba to a dead end.

Suddenly, a strong hot wind struck, blowing Chen Xiaomo almost unable to open his eyes, and a yellow flame ignited on Xue Ba's Brute Dragon Sword.

Then, when Chen Xiaomo was defenseless, Xue Ba's immortal sword slashed at him fiercely.

A dragon groan sounded, and a fire dragon flew out of his sword, striking Chen Xiaomo's chest with a momentum that shook the heavens and the earth.

The huge firelight instantly engulfed Chen Xiaomo's figure, and in the firelight, only a terrible and painful cry came.

Off the stage, Wen Shaojie was so anxious that he was about to rush to the stage.

When the fire was extinguished, Chen Xiaomo's huddled figure on the ground reappeared in everyone's sight. I saw a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, his hands on his chest, and the muscles on his face twitched, showing an extremely painful look. The red leaves had broken away from Chen Xiaomo's hands and were obliquely inserted beside him.

"Senior Brother Xue, how can you ...... Use True Qi?" Chen Xiaomo said intermittently.

Xue Ba was remarkable, "Little Brother Chen, it's not that I'm going to kill you, but this competition is originally to test both swordsmanship and true qi, I, Xue Ba, have been in the sect for many years, how can I go against the original intention of my ancestor to set up the Tianshan Conference?"

The painful look on Chen Xiaomo's face eased slightly, and then shouted at Xue Ba, "But you clearly said it just now......"

"That was just now, it's no wonder you believe in my words too much!" Xue Ba sneered, and then raised the fairy sword in his hand.

Above the fairy sword, what was burning was no longer a yellow flame, but a higher-level red flame.

A furious sound sounded, and the red fire dragon rushed up to the sky and rushed towards Chen Xiaomo who was lying on the ground, the red light in the sky covered most of the ring, and a heat wave enveloped the entire scene. In the blazing firelight, it was no longer possible to distinguish its figure.

In the audience, bursts of cheers rang out, only Wen Shaojie looked excited, he ran to Elder Whitebeard and shouted, "Elder, why don't you save him?" But the Elder Whitebeard had a look of horror and puzzlement, his eyes stared at the ring, and he shook his head slowly.

On the ring, the red flame was extinguished, and where Chen Xiaomo was huddled, his figure was gone, and even the red leaves next to him disappeared without a trace. Could it be that he really turned to ashes?

Xue Ba was about to withdraw the fairy sword, and suddenly, on the other side of the ring, an afterimage flashed, and he fixed his eyes to see that it was Chen Xiaomo who appeared there.

There was still a trace of blood on the corner of Chen Xiaomo's mouth, but the painful expression on his face was completely gone.

"You, how could you ......" Xue Ba exclaimed.

Chen Xiaomo didn't make any answer, and rushed towards Xue Ba when he mentioned the red leaves.

Xue Ba's face was panicked, but his hands were not chaotic at all, he raised the fairy sword again, this time, the fairy sword was covered with blue flames.

"Take it!" Xue Ba shouted, raising his sword and waving it at Chen Xiaomo.