On the stone platform, the presiding elder began to announce the results of the draw.

Ten disciples drew lots, and only two disciples were able to start the competition if they all won the lot.

If the draws are different, the next draw will proceed.

The last round of competition is very important to them, and the high-level of Qingyuan Sect has set this rule for the sake of fairness, so as not to disagree with anyone.

Fortunately, in the first round of drawing, two disciples drew each other.

One of them turned out to be Liao Xiaoxuan, whom Yang Que was extremely concerned about.

The chief elder announced the list, and when Liao Xiaoxuan and the thin little disciple of Qingyuan got onto the stone platform, he retreated to the edge of the stone platform with an expressionless face and announced the start of the competition.

The eyes of the two burst out with a strong battle intent at the same time, they sacrificed their spirit swords, said "please" to each other, and then urged the mana, and the sword in their hands was fierce, and they fought fiercely together.

The disciples in the audience watched the battle on the stage with bated breath and no longer spoke casually.

The last five games are related to the fate of each disciple, and they naturally have to do their best to fight each other with their lives, so the fighting method is extremely exciting.

Yang Que stood under the stage, his eyes flashing, staring closely at the fierce battle between the two, and secretly sweating for Liao Xiaoxuan.

"Whew!"

With a soft sound, Liao Xiaoxuan was too aggressive, and was directly dodged by the other party, and a sword slashed at his body protection mask, and under the dazzling sword, he couldn't help himself, and "rubbed" back.

The thin little disciple was overjoyed in his heart, and took advantage of the situation to follow, and the spirit sword in his hand urged to the extreme, and slashed towards Liao Xiaoxuan again.

Liao Xiaoxuan was caught off guard. The protective shield was directly shattered, and his body flew upside down and rolled down on the edge of the stone platform. Almost fell.

Yang Que's heart tightened slightly, his fists clenched, and his eyes looking at him were full of worry.

"Senior Brother Liao, still don't admit defeat?"

The thin little disciple was also kind-hearted, and he didn't want to take his life, but urged the sword to move. swept out, trying to force him off the stone platform.

Liao Xiaoxuan gritted his teeth and jumped up suddenly. The left hand pinched the trick, and the spirit sword in the hand buzzed, as if echoing.

He blocked it with a horizontal sword, and it was easy to use it as the opponent's fierce sword. Then the body shot out. Attack again at that skinny little disciple!

On the stone platform, the light is bright, and all kinds of fighting methods emerge in endlessly.

Liao Xiaoxuan fell once, stood up, fell again, stood up again, his eyes were full of determination. It seems that for the sake of this competition, even if you lose your life. There are absolutely no regrets!

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was hurt, but he didn't flinch, stood up once, and then took the initiative to rush forward, and the momentum seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

The slender little disciple became more and more frightened the more he fought, the mana in his body was rapidly consumed, and his face turned slightly pale, every time Liao Xiaoxuan got up, he was afraid in his heart, and the spirit sword in his hand gradually dimmed.

"I once inadvertently consumed a spirit fruit, and the mana that can be stored in my body is more than that of ordinary monks, so as long as I don't die, I must continue to fight, and he will always run out of mana!"

Feeling that the other party's momentum was getting weaker and weaker, the light in Liao Xiaoxuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the spirit sword in his hand was swinging more and more fiercely every time.

Finally, the mana in the thin little disciple's body could not withstand such a fierce fight, and with a "poof", the body protection shield was broken by Liao Xiaoxuan's sword, and the spirit sword in his hand also screamed, and he was shocked and flew out upside down.

His heart sank, and he sighed secretly: That's it, that's it, I met someone who didn't want to die today, and his mana was much stronger than mine, and I didn't die unjustly.

Immediately, close your eyes and wait for death.

However, after Liao Xiaoxuan cut through his protective light shield, the spirit sword did not take advantage of the momentum, but stopped steadily on his shirt and said, "Senior Brother Hu, do you want to continue?"

The disciple was slightly stunned when he heard this, slowly opened his eyes, and saw that he didn't hurt the killer, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "Even if I want to continue, the mana in my body will be exhausted." Senior Brother Liao, I admit defeat, thank you for your mercy. ”

Liao Xiaoxuan put away the spirit sword, arched his hand, and said: "Senior Brother Hu's strength is stronger than mine, it's just that I happen to have some chances, you can kill me a few times, but you don't continue to fight, but wait for me to get up and fight again." Today's events, I, Liao Xiaoxuan, will definitely remember it in my heart. ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the thin disciple's mouth, nodded, turned around to pick up the spirit sword, and got off the stone platform.

The chief elder looked at Liao Xiaoxuan, and his indifferent gaze showed a touch of gentleness, and then he glanced at the disciples in the audience and announced: "Disciple of Luoxueyuan, Liao Xiaoxuan has won and is eligible to go to Luohuayuan to live!"

"Thank you, Elder!" Liao Xiaoxuan's body trembled slightly when he heard this, and his face was full of excitement.

"Wow! Finally there is a man who has lived a victorious life. The disciples looked at him with envy on their faces.

Liao Xiaoxuan's eyes were full of excitement, he got off the stone platform, and his eyes inadvertently saw Yang Que, seeing a smile on his face, he seemed to be sincerely happy that he had won.

He was slightly stunned, remembering the previous scene of the competition with this "Chen Yulin" junior brother, and some inexplicable feelings flowed in his heart: Senior Brother Chen seemed to be very friendly to me, in that game, he could obviously beat me, but he was scared and took the initiative to admit defeat, and then he killed Jiang Yun with one move, did he deliberately let me win?

Thinking of this, he was shocked in his heart, looked at Yang Que deeply again, and secretly decided that after the game was over, he must ask him well.

After the disciples gradually quieted down, the chief elder took out the bamboo sticks again and said, "There are still eight disciples left, you come to the stage now and continue to draw lots." ”

This time, the lottery turned out to be different, and none of them met the rules.

In the next two draws, two disciples finally won each other.

The fierce fighting method begins again.

After the victory and defeat had been divided, the remaining six disciples continued to draw lots, but this time the lottery made all the disciples suddenly silence, and their faces showed strange expressions at the same time.

As a result of the draw, two pairs of disciples actually drew each other, that is, only the last two disciples remained.

And the last two disciples, without drawing lots at all, are already destined to be opponents.

Yang Que stood quietly under the stage, feeling the eyes of all the disciples in the audience suddenly look at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous in his heart.

Zhao Xun stood not far from him, and also looked at him with burning eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.

Yuan Hai stood in the crowd, his face full of excitement, with a strong hatred and sinister color in his eyes, and he was extremely happy in his heart.

The last two disciples did not draw each other, but they were destined to become opponents, both of them were disciples of Qingfengyuan, one was Zhao Xun, and the other was naturally Yang Que.

"The reality is so cruel. ”

In Luohuayuan's team, Lian Qing's eyes showed a touch of pity, looked at Yang Que, and shook his head slightly. (To be continued......)