The next time, Zhang Xiaofan and the people of Dazhufeng walked on the sea of clouds, but they were not too nervous, but today it was Song Daren against Zhang Xiaofan, but Song Daren defeated Changmen Changjian by a slight advantage after experiencing a dragon and tiger fight yesterday, but he was also seriously injured, but he could not play in this battle, and the surname Suo directly abstained and gave Zhang Xiaofan the opportunity to advance, so they just came to go through the motions today.

When Elder Fan of Nagato announced aloud, "Song Daren, a disciple of Dazhufeng, was too seriously injured in yesterday's competition and couldn't get up, so he gave up today's competition", the audience was in a sensation, and even the disciples who were watching Lu Xueqi's game couldn't help but come around to ask what happened. This whole day, Zhang Xiaofan almost spent the whole day under the strange gaze of others, and almost every Qingyun disciple who walked by him had to look at him a few more times, as if he was a rare beast. Except for a few people, most of the disciples thought that Zhang Xiaofan had relied on his luck to get to where he was today.

The next morning's competition was unprecedented, and more than seventy percent of the disciples on Tongtian Peak gathered outside the ring where Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi competed. Even among the elders, the vast majority of people, including the head of Dao Xuan Zhenren, also sat under this ring.

Da Zhufeng and the others separated the crowd under the leadership of Tian Buyi and walked over, Yunmo noticed that Zhang Xiaofan's state today had not been very good, and his expression was in a trance. Of course he knew what it was for, he heard Tian Ling'er scolded Tian Ling'er by Tian Buyi and his wife last night, and later when Tian Ling'er made an oath in front of Zhang Xiaofan, he was also watching from the sidelines.

It's just that Yunmo can't do anything, so he can only pat Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder and give him some encouragement. Love is a sharp knife that either hurts others or yourself.

Over there, Master Shuiyue came over with the disciples of Xiaozhufeng and said to Yun Mo: "Master Yun's nephew is really eyesighted, and the result is exactly what you expected. After the other people present knew the details, they were all moved, and their eyes looked at Yunmo with more awe. As for Zhang Xiaofan, they also began to wonder if this son had come to this point by luck.

The voice of Zhong Ding sounded, Zhang Xiaofan still walked up to the stage in a daze, but it was Lu Xueqi, who glanced at Yunmo with deep meaning before coming to the stage, and the essence flashed in his eyes, which made Yunmo confused.

"I'm Dazhufeng Zhang Xiaofan, please don't be merciful. Yunmo frowned, hearing this, he knew that Zhang Xiaofan was really sad at the moment, according to his inference, Lu Xueqi's cultivation would be higher under his influence than in the original book, if Zhang Xiaofan didn't pay attention, he was afraid that he would be killed.

The fierceness of the competition is far beyond everyone's imagination, although the Tianya Divine Sword is not unsheathed, but the powerful blue sword is slashed horizontally, although Zhang Xiaofan will spit out a mouthful of blood every time he takes it, but the black and ugly insect-like burning stick is still unyielding to meet the mighty Tianya Divine Sword. The huge trees that were originally extremely hard in the ring were scattered like confetti, and the sound was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, deafening.

A stream of blood had slowly flowed out from the corner of Lu Xueqi's mouth, and Zhang Xiaofan, who was floating opposite her, had already become a bloody person, and anyone could see that he was crumbling at the moment, and he was already at the end of his crossbow. But for some reason, he was still holding on, his trembling right hand still clutching the burning stick.

On the periphery, the young Qingyun disciples all held their breath and looked straight, and no one had any contempt for Zhang Xiaofan, and among the elders of the older generation, they all stood up one after another and changed their faces at some point.

Yunmo stood at the front, close to the demolished ring, looked at the two in the air, and secretly thought: In the end, it was the butterfly effect, Lu Xueqi now has a huge advantage, but Zhang Xiaofan is no longer able to fight.

At this moment, the sound of "booming" in the sky continued, Lu Xueqi took a long breath, and pulled out the Tianya Divine Sword with his backhand.

Suddenly, the blue light in the sky dissipated and shrank, as if it was sucked onto the blade of the sword like autumn water, as if it were a giant dragon absorbing water.

On the top of Tongtian Peak, there is silence!

Legend has it that the thousand-year-old Tianyu is finally out of the sheath!

Lu Xueqi's face was like frost, holding the sword trick in his hand, he actually stepped on the seven-star position in the suspended state, volleyed seven steps in a row, the long sword Huo Ran pierced the sky, and the jade face had no trace of blood in an instant, and recited the mantra in his mouth: "Nine Heavens Xuansha, turn into divine thunder." Brilliant Tianwei, lead it with a sword!"

In a moment, the originally clear blue sky darkened, and the dark clouds that suddenly appeared in the sky were surging, thunder rumbled, and there were electric flashes at the edge of the black clouds.

The wind blew in his face, Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth slightly, this scene seemed to have appeared once in his memory a long time ago.

On the ground, from the Dao Xuan Zhenren down to the first elders of the various veins, all of them had shocked and inexplicable faces, they all stood up together, and turned to look at the Water Moon Master of Xiaozhu Peak.

After a while, Tian Buyi said astringently: "What a good apprentice you taught!"

Master Shuiyue completely ignored everyone, and for the first time, worry appeared on his always indifferent face, looking at the two people in the sky.

"Excalibur Thunder Technique!"

Yun Mo frowned, with Zhang Xiaofan's current situation, he could be knocked out of power with just a single sword, why did he still forcibly use the "Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique", did he really have to kill the opponent on the spot to finish? A trace of cowardice rose in Yun Mo's heart.

Immediately, the elders of the first seat sighed softly, their expressions were strange, and they all looked at Yunmo.

"Damn! Yun Mo, who was firmly locked by the Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique, said helplessly, the dissatisfaction just now had dissipated without a trace, and he finally understood the meaning of Lu Xueqi's glance before he came to power, it seems that Lu Xueqi is very unconvinced by his identity as a protector.

Not to mention that Yunmo was about to jump up to take the move, Zhang Xiaofan was already exhausted and dangling in the air, but at the moment when the Tianya Divine Sword was unsheathed, a cool breath suddenly came from the burning stick in his hand, and he swam around his body, partially dissolving his injuries, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to feel the monstrous battle intent from the burning stick.

As soon as I came back to my senses, I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and the thunder and light surging, only to hear Lu Xueqi's cold voice coming: "Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique!"

Zhang Xiaofan's face turned pale and opened his mouth slightly, as if he had returned to the similar scene five years ago. Holding the burning stick tightly, he was about to concentrate on receiving the move, but he was surprised to find that the target of Lu Xueqi's spell was not in him, and his eyes looked down, Zhang Xiaofan only understood the reason for the matter in a moment. It's just that there is no happiness for the rest of his life, but instead of an incomparable feeling of humiliation.

The tall white-clothed figure in front of him gradually overlapped with the delicate red-clothed girl engraved in the depths of her soul, the same style was peerless, the same arrogant like a fairy, the same, she didn't take him seriously.

Zhang Xiaofan's chest suddenly gave birth to endless resentment: I am standing in front of you, but what you are looking at is someone else. I dare not ask for your love, but am I not even worthy to die at your hands?

The endless anger that abruptly arose, together with the endless hatred from the burning stick, was mixed together like a flame burning the sky, burning his internal organs, turning the sourness into resentment, and unwillingly roaring, rushing towards Lu Xueqi like an arrow from the string.