"Widow's sorrow" Liu Xianyuan's blow carried an unstoppable momentum, and slashed heavily on the white-haired old man's red shield, which had gradually faded, making a huge noise, and the entire ring was shaken by this blow.

The spell shield was hit by this, and the red color faded a little more, and it already showed a transparent color, obviously unable to support it for a few times.

The white-haired old man's face was gloomy, and his gaze at Liu Xianyuan suddenly became extremely fierce. After a struggle, the light in the old man's eyes changed from extremely bright at the beginning, to now, it has become extremely dim, like a crumbling candle flame.

But the dim light of the candle flame seemed to want to burn vigorously again before it was completely extinguished!

In Liu Xianyuan's another slash, the light of the red shield dimmed to the extreme, and it seemed that it could no longer withstand such a series of attacks, and it was about to shatter.

The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly became extremely bright, and he looked at Liu Xianyuan with regret, nostalgia, yearning and other emotions in his eyes.

With a "bang", the red shield that blocked Liu Xianyuan's many attacks for the white-haired old man finally completely dissipated.

Liu Xianyuan took a few steps back in the force of the shock, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. He raised his broadsword with both hands again and slashed at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man could no longer assemble a spell shield that was strong enough to protect his body. His crutches had shattered in half from the blow he had just hit. At this time, he was empty-handed, and seemed to have no power to resist, half-kneeling in place, closing his eyes and waiting for death.

Liu Xianyuan came extremely fast, and in just an instant, the long broadsword was about to slash down towards the top of the old man's head, splitting him in half.

But just as Liu Xianyuan entered the place where the white-haired old man was three feet away, he suddenly turned around as if he was alert, restrained the attack, and rolled to the side in embarrassment.

The spectators in the ring didn't know why, and they didn't know why "Widow Sorrow", who had already laid the victory, suddenly made this move.

Li Mu also squinted at the stage, waiting for the next step of development.

In the ring, among the ten fingers of the white-haired old man's hands, there were a few thin needles that shimmered with silver light. These thin needles were only the thickness of a cow's hair, about a finger long, and they were shining dangerously on them, which was obviously one of the killer weapons prepared by the old man.

If Liu Xianyuan had attacked and didn't dodge just now, I'm afraid that these silver needles would have pierced into his body at this time.

The white-haired old man's lowered head suddenly raised and looked at Liu Xianyuan, who had fallen to the side, and then he threw the slender silver needles towards Liu Xianyuan's location.

Liu Xianyuan suddenly withdrew his sword, and received a lot of backlash, but for a while, he couldn't avoid this silver needle with extremely fast flying speed and considerable strength under the blessing of true qi.

He barely raised his right hand, and with a flick of his long sleeve, he knocked off most of the silver needles. But one dodged his sleeve and pierced straight through his left ear.

Liu Xianyuan knew that this old scheming was extremely difficult, so this seemingly harmless silver needle was probably smeared with poison by him. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he swung his broadsword with great determination, and cut off his left ear.

The sharp pain in his left ear did not affect Liu Xianyuan's movement in the slightest, and he quickly tore off a sleeve of his coat and wrapped his bleeding ear.

After the white-haired old man struck this blow, he sat down as if he had lost his strength, and his face showed a deep tiredness.

Liu Xianyuan staggered to his feet, and a faint smile returned to his face.

He still looked at the white-haired old man who was sitting on the ground with extremely indifferent eyes, but he did not take the liberty of using the same trick to attack him again.

He muttered something in his mouth, and then Li Mu saw him raise his broadsword high.

Even standing under the stage, Li Mu felt the powerful power that gradually condensed in the sword.

After the momentum accumulation reached the top, Liu Xianyuan suddenly shouted: "Heavy sword technique, flying four styles!"

Immediately afterward, he didn't rush straight towards the old man a few times forward, but threw the broadsword in his hand at the old man a few feet away!

The sword was obviously extremely heavy, and while flying straight towards the white-haired old man in the air, it actually brought out a huge roar, and it came to the top of the old man's head in an instant.

This time, the white-haired old man's face really showed a desperate expression, obviously under the traction of Liu Xianyuan's blow, he couldn't dodge it in the slightest.

And at this moment, the true qi in his body has also been exhausted, and he is no longer able to take Liu Xianyuan, which can be called the most powerful blow since the beginning of the competition. Therefore, the white-haired old man simply closed his eyes and sat in place waiting for death.

But the expected death did not come, Liu Xianyuan's inevitable blow was hit by a small stone, and by a fraction of a second, it pierced into the wooden floor next to the white-haired old man.

In the audience, the white-robed Huafan disciple put away his right hand and said lightly: "If you win this time, spare his life." ”

The people watching the battle from the sidelines didn't see how this Huafan disciple made a move, they only felt that with a single blow, he could break Liu Xianyuan's extremely powerful throwing sword, if he was really a formal disciple, his strength was unfathomable. Therefore, the eyes that looked at him one by one became extremely awe-inspiring.

Li Mu didn't see how this person made a move just now. You know, take that insignificant pebble and deflect a menacing broadsword. The strength and techniques to be controlled in it are probably not something that these innate disciples can master. And only a formal disciple who has experienced Huafan can casually send out such an attack with a heavy weight.

In the ring, Liu Xianyuan naturally had no objections in the face of the requirements of the "elders" of this sect, so he did not plan to attack the old man on the ground who had lost his fighting spirit, and was ready to bypass him to pick up his broadsword.

Who knew that just as Liu Xianyuan was about to approach the old man on the ground, the person who was already lying on the ground and was silent suddenly let out a low roar. Immediately, everyone thought that he was going to break out, and when he attacked Liu Xianyuan, he actually covered his eyes with his hands and laughed eatingly.

There is unwillingness, remorse, and remembrance in this laughter, but more importantly, it is a sense of relief.

Immediately, the old man burst out of nowhere with a strong force, and he actually drew his broadsword, which was deeply inserted into the plank, and struck it across his neck with lightning speed.

He nodded at the Huafan disciples in the audience, as if he had thanked this person for his rescue. Then, amid the exclamations of the people, a sword pierced his neck.

Liu Xianyuan looked at the corpse of the old man who slowly fell to the ground with a complicated expression, and he didn't know whether to relax or be dignified in his eyes.

In the audience, everyone was talking, but the Huafan disciple seemed to have known that the white-haired old man would make this choice, but he just glanced at the old man's corpse with a faint expression, and then stopped paying attention.

Li Mu's expression was also a little shocked and puzzled, obviously the old man's suicide also brought him some shock.

But in fact, if you think about it carefully, it is reasonable for this old man to be rescued by others, but he suddenly killed himself.

First of all, looking at his physical condition, I'm afraid there are no more years left to live, if he can't get the quota of Huafan disciple this time and enter the second layer to get better cultivation conditions, I'm afraid he can only wait for death silently in the first layer.

Secondly, he tried his best in this battle, but he was still not Liu Xianyuan's opponent. After a fierce battle, I am afraid that not only did he wear out his only remaining fighting spirit, but also pulled his rotten body to the brink of death one step further.

In the end, as an old congenital Great Perfection powerhouse, in the hands of Liu Xianyuan, a "posterior", he was actually restrained from the source, and he was almost powerless to let him attack in the audience. Although he had played his scheming to the extreme, he was still defeated in the hands of Liu Xianyuan. Let me ask you, who doesn't have a little self-esteem? The white-haired old man who has been frustrated again and again probably wants to save some of the lost face through his own self-denial.

This competition took a long time, and the process was full of ups and downs, and the duel between the old powerhouse and the new master was really exciting. And the ending is quite dramatic, attracting a large number of viewers to watch.

At the moment when the white-haired old man fell, everyone in the audience burst out with a sigh, and even a few people looked at Liu Xianyuan on the stage with hatred.

Liu Xianyuan retrieved his broadsword from the old man's hand with a complicated face, and after blindfolding his lost lust, he ignored everyone's opinions, walked into the distance by himself, and gradually disappeared into people's eyes.

Li Mu watched the miscellaneous disciples take away the corpse of the old man on the stage, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart. Even cultivators can't escape the fate of death after all.

He lifted his feet and walked to another jousting ring.

In the ring not far away, two innate disciples wearing the same robes were fighting. Between you and me, the fight is very lively.

But they don't know that their struggle is destined to make a ladder for others, so that others can see farther and go higher.

Li Mu suddenly had the idea of not looking at it anymore, even though he knew that on the other side, the battle belonging to the newcomer Wang Xue Chucai was still going on. And in the next two matches, there will be many enemies he doesn't know about, revealing his fighting style, general strength, and killer skills.

But he quickly let go of the emotions that lingered in his heart, because he knew that this was his fate. In this long road where he doesn't know where it ends, he has only taken a small step.

Practice, fight, improve, practice again, fight with others, and ascend again.

With each step forward, he was one point closer to his enemies, and one point closer to his own desires. He knew that one day, he would be able to stand in front of the enemy who killed his parents and razed Gui'an County, vent the anger in his heart to him, and seek justice for his parents and thousands of innocent ordinary people in Gui'an!

Everything in front of him is a trivial bump in his fate......