A purple sword flashed through the snow in her charming eyes...
A dreamlike purple light flashed past, as fast as lightning but there was no sound of the sword being unsheathed!
With a hiss, the sound of the monk's robe being cut open instantly came to the ears of thousands of disciples under the high platform!
Little Ling'er, standing in the crowd, smelled the sword energy burning with flames, although the smell was very light!
"Sister, that sword energy smells of fire!" Xiao Ling'er said softly.
Ping An, who had been sitting quietly next to the headmaster and Meng Shentong, let out a cheer, took Meng Shentong's hand and said, "Brother finally took action!"
Because he saw that ray of purple light in the wind and snow, and he, Xiao Ling'er, Master, and Chen Xiaoyan all have that sword!
Nalan Ruoyu, who had been highly nervous and silent, let out a sigh!
In an instant before thousands of people could react!
There was a click, this was the sound the sword made after passing through it!
In the eyes of thousands of people...
The spiritual sword in Ruoli's hand was knocked down by Li Xiuyuan, and his right arm was cut off by the bamboo sword blessed by the flame talisman and the acceleration talisman!
Muffled sounds echoed continuously in the wind and snow, and the snow mist on the high platform was blown away by a gust of cold wind, revealing the bald and frowning monk after losing his spiritual sword.
Ruoli, a Buddhist disciple who has immortal veins and has practiced to the late stage of refining the void, failed to block the sword of Senior Brother Zhufeng.
It's just a sword, not even a move.
No one could clearly see Li Xiuyuan's move, because the snow and wind in the sky at that time fascinated everyone's eyes, even the headmaster was no exception!
Li Xiuyuan just pulled out the purple bamboo sword that he had not taken out at the moment when Ruoli Lingjian was about to chop on his head!
A bamboo sword engraved with two runes!
In one move, he realized on Tianyun Mountain that he could use his slowness to control his speed. He cut the snow with the mountain-moving sword and hid his sword and sword moves in the wind and snow that filled the sky!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Ruoli's right arm holding the sword was cut off!
Ruoli let out a shrill roar, retreated violently, screamed and sat down on the snow, his eyes fixed on the bamboo sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand!
The venerable elders in the main hall were horrified when they saw it, not because of Li Xiuyuan's sword speed!
It's because he holds a bamboo sword in his hand!
Everyone in Tianyun Mountain knows that this young man comes from Zhufeng, which is rich in purple bamboo!
However, no one could have imagined that the young man in front of him, who had not even gathered his spiritual veins, would actually take out a purple bamboo sword at the end of the sword!
Even Ouyang Chongming was stunned and murmured: "What a powerful bamboo sword..."
Ruoli Dahai, who was lying on the snow, picked up the arm that fell on the ground, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said: "I have been traveling around the world for many years, but I didn't expect that the benefactor's best thing is the bamboo sword..."
Silently, he picked up the spirit sword that fell on the ground and sighed heavily.
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied quietly: "Monk, this is wrong. Every disciple of my Zhufeng has a bamboo sword. If you don't believe me, let her show it to you?"
After the voice fell, Li Xiuyuan turned around and shouted to Ping An: "Ping An, throw your sword up!"
While speaking, Li Xiuyuan quietly put away the bamboo sword in his hand. He didn't want anyone to know that he was a Talisman Master.
When Ping An heard this, he yelled, reached out and took out his bamboo sword, and heard the whirring sound of the bamboo sword piercing the air and heading towards the high platform!
Reaching out his hand, Li Xiuyuan caught the bamboo sword thrown by Ping An, turned around and handed it to Ruoli who was not far away from him: "I said, there are all the disciples who go to where I live."
Ruoli didn't pick it up, but stretched out his hand to tap the acupuncture points on his body to stop the spurting blood arrows. He took out two more pills and swallowed them, and then took a deep breath.
Without even looking, he realized that the two swords were exactly the same and should have come from the boy in front of him.
"That monk on the stage, Xiao Ling'er
There is also a bamboo sword inside! "Although he didn't jump onto the high platform, the little Ling'er in the crowd couldn't help shouting loudly.
"Bamboo sword? Can it beat my spiritual sword?" Ruoli was a little confused: "What sword technique did you use?"
Li Xiuyuan waved and threw the bamboo sword in his hand towards Ping An, looked at Ruoli and said quietly: "Move mountains!"
Ruoli was startled, looked at him and asked blankly: "Using a bamboo sword to move mountains? This is incredible. How can such a thin bamboo sword move mountains?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I am not moving mountains with my bamboo sword. The bamboo sword is like a mountain in my hands... Monk, you are too concerned about gains and losses. Go back and think carefully about whether you want to become a Buddha or a demon!"
"Become a Buddha? Become a demon?"
Ruoli picked up the coir raincoat on the ground and put it on, then put on the bamboo hat and sighed softly.
He said to Ouyang Chongming in the main hall: "Elder Ouyang, the monk has lost this game. Please forgive the monk for his incompetence. See you in the world someday!"
After saying that, he did not say goodbye to Li Xiuyuan, but walked towards the foot of the high platform without looking back, just taking three steps and two steps at a time, gradually disappearing into the wind and snow...
At this moment, Ruo Li's heart was like a bright mirror. With the last sword strike, Li Xiu Yuan did show mercy.
Otherwise, why would he just cut off his right arm? Since the bamboo sword can cut off the arm, it can also cut off the head.
...
No matter Ouyang Chongming and Ouyang Xuan, or the head coach and Yuan Zun, they never expected that today's third competition would end in such a scene.
It was too fast, and the snowflakes in the sky blew into their eyes.
None of the elders and disciples watching the battle on both sides saw clearly what happened, and the battle between the two sides was over.
The party that was supposed to lose did not lose, and the party that was bound to win unexpectedly chopped off the boy's right arm to the ground, and was too embarrassed to even curse.
Even Chen Xiaoyan, who was under the high platform, was also deeply shocked. In her eyes, it was not the senior brother who cut off the monk's arm with a sword, but what she saw at the top of the mountain, Li Xiuyuan, who was hiding in the wind and cutting the snow with a sword.
It wasn't until this moment that she understood the power of that sword!
Ouyang Manxue, who was standing among the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land, was also stunned. In her opinion, if the sword struck her arm, how would she avoid it? Can you take it?
It turns out that this guy is not just lucky, he really has the ability to cut through the wind and snow.
Yuan Zun looked at Ouyang Chongming on the side and asked calmly: "There is still one last competition. Should we continue it or change it to tomorrow?"
When he asked this question, he did not ask for the opinions of Nalan Ruoyu and Meng Shentong, but looked at Ouyang Chongming quietly.
His meaning is obvious, although our people are injured, if you want to fight, I will accompany you.
Meng Shentong naturally understood what Yuan Zun meant. Strike while the iron is hot and cannot wait.
Ouyang Chongming looked at Ouyang Xuan on the side and asked, "How about it? Should we finish the last match, or should we wait for another fight tomorrow?"
Ouyang Xuan looked at him, shook his head, and replied quietly: "Let him rest for a quarter of an hour, I won't take advantage of him."
Ouyang Chongming glanced at Yuan Zun and replied: "Rest for a quarter of an hour, then fight again!"
Yuan Zun looked at Meng Shentong and said, "Then let's rest for a quarter of an hour and then finish the last game. It's better to finish it earlier to save me from being unable to sleep in the middle of the night."
...
Deep in the hall, Li Xiuyuan fetched water to wash his body, took out the elixir given by the Medicine Master and applied it, then found a white cloth and wrapped the wound.
The wounds on the chest were just flesh wounds, which would heal in a few days.
Meng Shentong, who was sitting aside, frowned and asked: "Why did you have to drag him on for so long? You are not even afraid of the zombies in the abyss..."
This is what the old man can't understand.
After trying to wave his arm, Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said with a smile: "The last competition is dangerous. The disciple just wants to use him to try his hand, and also confuse the opponent."
Watching Li Xiuyuan bandage his injury
Mouth, Meng Shentong slowly raised his head, and while lighting a fire and boiling water, he asked: "Can your body still hold on? Can you fight again?"
"It's a small matter." Li Xiuyuan took a clean black shirt and put it on, sat down at the table and replied, "It's not good, it makes them think I was seriously injured."
"I'm not worried about you." The old man said with a smile: "I'm afraid that your master won't be able to stand it, and it will be scary if she gets angry."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him, smiled, and replied: "After the student drinks this cup of spiritual tea, he will go out and continue fighting with him."
After all, in his opinion, even if Ouyang Xuan took out a magical bow, he would not be able to scare him.
He couldn't take out his divine dragon bow, but he still had the bow and arrows he snatched from the devil.
You want to fight! Then fight!
"Your bamboo sword will definitely not be used next. Do you want to find the Sword Master as your master? He should have a lot of swords!" Meng Shentong thought for a while, looked at him and asked.
"No need, the disciple still has a sword!" Li Xiuyuan thought about his Samsara Sword, fearing that it would be another weapon that could be used to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought.
"Come on, drink two more cups while it's hot!" the old man said as he poured the freshly brewed spiritual tea for him, and kept nagging: "You must have scared a lot of elders and disciples today!"
From Meng Shentong's point of view, he, a disciple without spiritual veins, actually chopped off an arm of Monk Ruoli, and he was afraid that he would never have a peaceful life in the future.
Li Xiuyuan chuckled softly: "Isn't there a big formation at Zhufeng? Just tell the master when you're done, and others can come up."
...
When the time was about to end, Li Xiuyuan, still wearing a black shirt, reappeared on the high platform.
The young man was still wearing a black shirt that looked like night. In the snow and wind, it looked heartbreaking. Chen Xiaoyan even wanted to rush up and give him a scarf for her own use.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan looked at Ouyang Xuan in front of the hall and said, "Come on, let's settle it!"
With a bang, thousands of disciples under the high platform were ignited, and the senior brother of Zhufeng actually took the initiative to challenge the senior brother of Snowfield Holy Land!
This guy is probably crazy, otherwise why would he take the initiative to challenge the opponent!
Anyone who is a monk can see that the most powerful person in the Snowfield Holy Land is the young man standing behind Elder Ouyang!
Ouyang Xuan's expression was a little stiff, but in an instant it returned to its previous appearance. He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to challenge him!
Among the thousands of people present, no one thought highly of the young man on the high platform, not even the disciples of Tianyun Mountain.
Because the next Ouyang Xuan is different from the previous Ruoli. Ouyang Xuan has been hiding and keeping silent. It seems that he is waiting for the last moment to come on stage and suppress the disciples of Tianyun Mountain.
Win the most important battle for the Holy Land of Snowfield.
However, what happened next directly destroyed all their imaginations and expectations.
Ouyang Xuan, who was in the main hall, looked at the young man on the high platform and said quietly: "The rule for the last call is, there are no rules, whoever survives to the end is the winner!"
"Let's go there to compete!" Ouyang Xuan pointed to the frozen lake on the right side of the square and said quietly: "It's spacious there and you can relax!"
After saying that, he walked down the stone steps of the hall step by step and walked towards the big lake.
"Determined victory or defeat?" Li Xiuyuan on the high platform looked at his back and asked coldly.
"It's also life and death!" Ouyang Xuan, who was walking in the wind and snow, replied coldly.
"Li Xiuyuan! You are crazy!" Yaozun could no longer remain silent and shouted sternly: "This is just a competition, not a life and death duel!"
Looking at Nalan Ruoyu and Meng Shentong who were silent on the side, they said, "Why don't you stop this idiot's behavior?"
Nalan Ruoyu raised her head and looked at the bamboo peak hidden in the snow and mist, without saying a word.
Even the headmaster's face suddenly turned pale. The senior brother of Zhufeng was about to fight to the death with the monks of the Snowfield Holy Land. All the elders and disciples of Tianyun Mountain were extremely shocked.
