Yan Shiyi didn't give Wang Taiping a chance to reply, and suddenly turned to stare at the ring.

Wang Taiping was worried, thinking that he was really angry, and when he looked at him, he saw Yan Shiyi standing in place for a long time, just looking at Cao Po indifferently.

"Black charcoal, don't say that I bullied you, don't you need to give you time to rest!" Yan Shiyi held an iron rod on his shoulder in his right hand, he had changed his mind, and no longer wanted to defeat Cao Po, who consumed a lot because of the first duel, and if he wanted to fight, he would fight the strongest Cao Po, so that all the people in Kyoto who looked down on Haoran Academy knew how stupid their ideas were. It's just that in this way, I feel a little sorry for Li Muyao, who is desperate, thinking of this, I turned my head and looked at the viewing platform, but I saw that Li Muyao's state had recovered a lot, and when I saw the young man looking at him, he just nodded and smiled at him.

Cao Po in the ring did not speak, but there was already a lot of discussion off the court.

"This kid is really not afraid of death!"

"Who did he think he was, and he dared to say such things in front of Cao Po!"

At this time, Cao Po felt that his right hand was not as flexible as usual, in fact, he had almost recovered, but after listening to Yan Shiyi's words, he just sneered, like this kind of little person who went to the single race by luck, even if he didn't use his right hand, he could be knocked down with one hand.

Until this moment, not to mention Cao Po, even the students of the other five academies didn't think that Yan Shiyi had much strength, and it was all luck to defeat Han Fei.

"No need!" Cao Po said loudly, smiling contemptuously, "Dealing with people like you, where do you need any rest!"

Yan Shiyi sneered, since you want to die, don't you want to die.

The boy kicked his right foot on the ground and jumped into the ring.

Cao Po is not in a hurry, he is committed to defeating Yan Shicheng.

"Cousin, do it! talk nonsense to him!" Han Fei shouted loudly from the viewing platform.

Cao Po smiled indifferently, he didn't think about talking nonsense with Yan Shiyi, knowing that Han Fei was eager to see Yan Shiyi fall under his sword, so he snorted lightly, and directly sacrificed the flying sword, and swooped down on Yan Shiyi to kill.

"Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles!"

Suddenly, the sword qi was fierce, roaring through the air, the silver rainbow was coiled like a dragon, several silver rainbows reflected each other, and the sword intent was surging, like a rolling torrent falling from the nine heavens.

Yan Shi took a step forward, raised his hand, and a punch blasted out, the dazzling Zhan Zhan fist, roaring through the air, and in an instant, the ring shook, the fist intent surged, with unstoppable might, facing the sword, and suddenly bombarded it.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the heavens and the earth shook.

Cao Po's body did not move, but Yan Shiyi flew backwards, and at the moment when he was about to fall into the ring, the iron rod in his hand slammed on the edge of the ring, and his body took advantage of the momentum to fly upward, and one fell upside down, and landed firmly on the ring.

Cao Po sneered, his eyes revealed a killing intent like ten thousand years of ice, extremely cold, the sound of "choking" started, the swordsmanship of mountains and rivers was displayed in his hand, a sword intent was sandwiched with the coercion that covered the sky and the sun, and the surrounding air was violently dispersed, and a thunderclap-like loud sound roared continuously.

"Cao Po is really moving!"

"That kid is dead!"

Everyone on the viewing platform was shocked by Cao Po's might, and they all felt that Yan Shi had no luck this time. Even Archbishop Linghai, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, wanting to see how the young man, who had been pinned on by the Pope, would save himself, and if not, he had to consider whether he should come to the rescue.

Yan Shiyi, who was in the midst of the storm, was more dangerous than everyone could see at the moment, and the constricting air around him made him feel that he was about to lose his breath, but there was an inexplicable feeling of heat rising in his heart, like a volcanic eruption, scorching and intense.

Yan Shiyi endured the feeling of suffocation, and violently swung the iron rod in his hand, smashing towards the sword light, and suddenly, the sound of iron rods and long swords clashing continued, and dust flew in the entire ring.

In the grayness, black iron filings continued to rush towards Yan Shiyi, and were finally sucked into the body by the young man.

After a long time, the turbid ring gradually cleared up, and the two people in the ring stood on both sides of the ring, looking at each other and not letting go at all.

No one could have imagined that Yan Shiyi would actually stand tall under Cao Po's fierce attack, and after being surprised, he began to ask himself, did he miss something? Is there a mistake in the news, the young man carrying the iron rod on the stage is actually not Xiao Si of the library building, but the last killer of Haoran Academy.

When the students of the Sixth Academy saw each other's eyes, they were only surprised except for confusion.

But until this moment, no one still believes that Yan Shiyi will be Cao Po's opponent, the two teenagers in the ring, as long as they observe carefully, they can find that Cao Po is better, although Yan Shiyi is not injured, but at this time he is already out of breath, and he is coughing one after another, on the other hand, Cao Po is still calm.

Yan Shiyi didn't know what those people on the viewing platform thought, he felt that his throat was itching, and he coughed very uncomfortably, those iron filings just now were obviously much more than when he fought with Han Fei three days ago, he was not afraid of Cao Po at this time, but he didn't know if those black iron filings would leave any indelible sequelae on himself, because according to Mo Jingtian, those black iron filings were transformed by the Great Demon Lord with his own cultivation in order to seal the Haoran Sword, would it be when the iron filings on the Haoran Sword were gone, the Haoran Sword could be liberated, and he became the one who was sealed。

If Mo Jingtian was on the spot at this time, it would be clear that the iron filings on Haoran's sword had obviously removed one layer, and that layer of iron filings had all entered Yan Shiyi's body.

Yan Shiyi felt that the burning feeling in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, as if something was about to break out of his body, but he couldn't find a place to vent for a while.

Li Muyao saw Yan Shiyi in a trance, thinking that he had already caught Cao Po's ruthless hand in the confrontation just now, and couldn't help but start worrying, and when he was about to open his mouth to call him, he saw Cao Po stabbing out with another sword.

With a piercing sound, the sword light burst out, a brilliant edge, flashing with dazzling cold light, like a shocking rainbow, slashed towards Yan Shiyi, layers of sword waves, ripples scattered.

"Pick one!"

Yan Shiyi was suddenly awakened by Li Muyao's shout, and suddenly found that he had been shrouded in layers of sword light, and waved his stick to meet the sword light without hesitation, but at this moment, there was a roar in the young man's mind, as if something had awakened in his mind, but his consciousness was gradually blurred, and all that was left was endless killing intent, and the iron rod in his hand suddenly became uncontrollable, turned back, and slammed into his chest.

Boom!

Two cold rays of different colors suddenly burst out around Yan Shiyi's body, and the gray-white and crimson light swirled and handed over, like two swimming dragons surrounding Yan Shiyi's body, and Cao Po's sword light was like the light of fireflies under the gray-white and crimson light, and suddenly all of them dissipated.

"Ahh

Yan Shiyi let out a scream of pain, his body couldn't move, but his eyes had turned blood-red, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Just as he was about to collapse, the black iron rod in his hand had a warm sense of Haoran, barely suppressing the irritable killing intent.

Yan Shiyi Lingtai returned to clarity, but as soon as he woke up, he found that Cao Po was approaching him with killing intent, and he didn't want the iron rod to sweep out, and suddenly a gust of wind surged out with a overwhelming momentum.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of successive impacts sounded, and Cao Po, who thought he was sure of victory, was suddenly swept by the iron rod and flew out, and his body in mid-air was spilled with blood from time to time, as if a blood rain was falling in mid-air.

Cao is ruined!

Yan Shiyi stood in the ring, speechless for a long time, the stick just now was still the same as when he defeated Han Fei, the powerful aura was not his own, and it was not under his control. But at this time, he was no longer surprised, it was Haoran Sword's own battle intent, even if it was sealed, it would not allow Han Fei and Cao Po and the like to insult him.

Archbishop Linghai had already stood up from the viewing platform, and when others thought he was going to say something, they only saw him staring blankly at the young man in the ring, and after a long time, he lowered his head, as if he had made some important decision. Just now, he seemed to see a god-like figure standing behind the young man, with a long body, Ling Feng standing proudly, graceful.

"Long time no see!" muttered Archbishop Linghai.

The future is ours and yours, but ultimately yours.

Archbishop Linghai smiled and nodded, since it is yours, you must also pick up the burden, we old things are so old that we can almost only live in memories, and the future will depend on you.

The next day, Archbishop Linghai resigned from his position as the archbishop of Xuanqian Palace and became the honorary bishop of Xuanqian Palace, no longer interfering with everything in Xuanqian Palace.

"Cao Po was defeated!"

It took a long time for everyone to recover from the shock, and they let out an exclamation when they looked at Cao Po, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Han Fei said to Lin Mo who was sitting next to him, and Lin Mo followed him to Cao Po's side, Han Fei wanted to pull Cao Po up, but because of his injuries, he suddenly pulled him not to move.

Lin Mo hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Han, let me come!"

Just when he picked up Cao Po, he found that Cao Po's whole body was weak, and he didn't know how many bones he had broken, Lin Mo suppressed the surprise in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Yan Shi on the stage, but saw that the young man didn't look here, he was lowering his head and pondering, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Is there anyone else going to come on stage to challenge Yan Shiyi?"

Wang Taiping saw that Yan Shiyi on the stage seemed to be frozen, and his mind didn't seem to be here in Qianwu Square at all, thinking that he didn't know the rules of the singles competition, so he couldn't help but ask for him.

The contestants who signed up for the other four academies looked at each other, and they could clearly see the horror in each other's eyes, Yan Shiyi defeated Cao Po, leaving endless surprise in their hearts, and no one dared to speak in an instant, even those who had been sneering at Yan Shiyi suddenly seemed to be dumb.

Yan Shiyi finally came back to his senses and said flatly: "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge on stage?"

After a long time of seeing no one speak, he said, "If no one comes up again, I will go down!"