Li Xiuyuan used the Samsara Sword in his hand to support his falling body.
Looking at Ouyang Xuan with a frosty face in front of him, he said softly: "Rise...destroy..."
In front of thousands of people, in the eyes of the elders under the high platform, in the eyes of the masters and venerables in the main hall, in the stunned eyes of Ouyang Chongming and others...
I saw a buzzing sound coming from the high platform still shrouded in wind and snow.
Before anyone could react, four huge golden lights rose from the four outer corners of the high platform, reflecting the blood-stained boy on the high platform into a blood-stained God of War!
A young god of war with blood all over his body and a sword in his hand who will never fall!
Even the headmaster in the main hall was stunned. He looked at the young man on the high platform and murmured, "Yuan Zun, is this your method?"
Yuan Zun on the side was also startled, thinking that I haven't had time to accept you as my disciple yet, you can't die just like that!
Waving his hands and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yuan Zun said with a smile and a smile: "Disciple, you can't die. As long as you survive this time, the old man will accept you as his disciple!"
Yaozun wiped the tears from his face and replied to the headmaster: "Yuanzun wants to accept the child, but God's will is playing tricks on us!"
Meng Shentong didn't look back. He looked at Li Xiuyuan on the high platform and said: "Good disciple, there is no turning back when you shoot your bow. After finishing the mess here, I will take you back for my master..."
The frightened Ouyang Chongming looked at the sudden golden light around the high platform and shouted to the headmaster: "Are you trying to trick people and use the power of a sect to trick and kill my disciples?"
The headmaster looked at him and replied coldly: "Which of your eyes saw that we tricked him into killing him?"
Yuan Zun nodded and said: "I swear in the name of the ancestors and gods of all generations that everything in front of me has nothing to do with me!"
Nalan Ruoyu wiped the tears from her face and replied coldly: "Elder Ouyang, please remember what you just said. This is a battle of life and death. There are only results, no rules!"
Ouyang Xuan shouted anxiously: "Why don't we admit defeat?"
"Why don't we just admit defeat?"
"Why don't we just admit defeat?"
The voice of the elder of the Snowfield Holy Land echoed in the wind and snow, reaching the ears of thousands of people.
Even the arrogant and indifferent elder of the Snowfield Holy Land lowered his noble head and no longer cared about his own image in front of thousands of people.
Li Xiuyuan on the high platform shook his head, looked at Ouyang Xuan in front of him and smiled miserably: "Look, I'm going to die. This is just a magic circle... What if you win?"
He didn't want to let go of the opponent in front of him. This was a battle of life and death!
The other party rejected his proposal at the last moment, so at this moment, he will not give the enemy a chance to leave alive.
Ouyang Xuan felt the golden light around the high platform and laughed wildly: "You only have four golden lights here. I only need to jump off the high platform and wait for half an hour, and you will bleed to death..."
After saying that, he ignored Li Xiuyuan on the high platform and took out a spiritual arrow again, roaring and rushing towards Li Xiuyuan who was only a few feet away from him.
Just when everyone thought that Ouyang Xuan on the high platform was going to fight Li Xiuyuan desperately.
It was the moment when Li Xiuyuan was about to swing his sword and change the formation!
Ouyang Xuan, who had already rushed forward, stepped hard on the snow on the high platform, and then like a bolt of lightning, he leaped away with the help of the rebound from the high platform!
He was trying his best to be seriously injured by the golden light on the high platform, but he also wanted to drag his opponent to death!
"As you wish!" As Li Xiuyuan shouted, the golden light around the high platform turned into four huge golden swords in an instant, crossing and slashing at Ouyang Xuan who was about to fly out of the high platform.
Ouyang Xuan's speed is not bad, but he can't be faster than the golden sword like the scorching sun!
The four-image array that Li Xiuyuan set up on a snowy night relied on the power of heaven and earth in Tianyun Mountain. It was no match for Ouyang Xuan of the Void Refining Realm!
When he struck out the last sword and broke the spirit sword in Ouyang Xuan's hand, he thought that the competition was over.
Unexpectedly, this guy actually took out a spiritual arrow and inserted it into his chest.
.....
Fortunately, Ouyang Xuan's spiritual arrow did not have explosive power, otherwise he would have been blown into countless pieces.
Even so, he could feel that the spiritual arrow inserted into his chest was slowly taking away his life.
This is not an ordinary iron arrow, it is a spiritual arrow, a spiritual arrow that wants to kill people!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! !
The golden light kept changing, and the four huge golden swords slashed countless rays of the power of heaven and earth. Even Ouyang Chongming in the main hall did not dare to test the sword with his own body, so he could only exclaim loudly: "Our Snowfield Holy Land has given up, please stop." !!”
However, since the golden sword has been slashed out, how can it be said to be closed?
Everything happened between lightning and flint. Ouyang Xuan, who was flying in the air, let out a scream, and then two blood arrows flew out of the air...
"Master Headmaster, please stop that young man, we admit defeat!"
Ouyang Chongming in the main hall could no longer care about his image, and pulled the headmaster's arm and started shouting wildly.
"Alas!" The silent headmaster finally couldn't help but sigh!
It was this sigh that stunned Li Xiuyuan on the high platform, and then he smiled bitterly.
Xindao thought that his own life, even in the eyes of the headmaster, was not as good as that of a disciple in the Snowfield Holy Land. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but spurt another stream of blood on the snow in front of him.
With a wave of his hand, he put away the golden light on the high platform.
Looking at Meng Shentong in front of the main hall, he shouted with difficulty: "Teacher... let's go..."
...
"Jade girl, remember to get back what belongs to my disciple!"
Meng Shentong on the high platform ignored Li Xiuyuan, but gave instructions to Nalan Ruoyu beside him, then flew up to the high platform, whipped up a breeze and disappeared in front of thousands of people.
"Remember your promise, this is the first and last time..."
Amidst the sound of wind and snow in the sky, an inexplicable word came out. No one among the thousands of disciples knew what it meant except the five statues in the main hall.
Nalan Ruoyu stopped Ouyang Chongming who was about to fly away and said coldly: "Bring it here!"
Ouyang Chongming was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and threw a black iron sign, which flew under the high platform like a big bird.
It wasn't until the old man blew up a gust of breeze that Li Xiudi disappeared under the high platform. Thousands of people looked into the snow under the high platform.
Fortunately for them, the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land were still breathing in the snow and still alive.
There were two wounds on Ouyang Xuan's body, and these two wounds were very smooth.
One line was on his left leg, and then extended downward, slicing through his entire thigh...
A ray went from bottom to top on his right arm, cutting off his entire right arm...
This is different from the duel between monks. These two wounds were caused by the magic circle on the high platform with the help of the power of heaven and earth from Tianyun Mountain.
Ordinary injuries only require a few elixirs and can be healed within a few months.
Ouyang Xuan, who was injured by the power of heaven and earth, may need a magic medicine to cultivate quietly for several years, or even more than ten years.
The battle tonight was too brutal. He had already lost too much blood, and the remaining blood from the wound was still seeping out, making him look even more miserable.
Ouyang Xuan was lying on the ground, panting, shaking his head with Ouyang Chongming who flew over and said: "Master, my disciple has let you down."
"We'll talk about it when we get back, just be alive!" Ouyang Chongming didn't say much, but took out a clean gown and wrapped his severed limb.
Then he gently picked him up and called the elders and disciples behind him to go to the guest house.
Ouyang Xuan, who was leaning on him, finally quietly closed his eyes. After all, he felt the breath of death the moment he flew out from the high platform.
If we could turn back time now, we would kill him and we wouldn't want to go through it again.
Ouyang Xia Yun, who was holding his sister's hand, followed him towards the guest house in a daze. Until this moment, he was still confused.
Finally, when he screamed, Ouyang Manxue covered his mouth.
Ouyang Manxue Quilt
The young man on the high platform was deeply shocked.
First, the senior brother plotted against the young man holding a rusty sword. Before a quarter of an hour passed, the young man killed the senior brother under the high platform. Even the elder Ouyang of the sect did not dare to save him.
It can be seen how terrifying those four golden lights are!
She didn't know whether the boy from Zhufeng was dead or alive in the end, because the boy didn't let anyone see him fall.
But the Snowfield Holy Land ultimately lost the competition with Tianyun Mountain.
With four wins, one draw and five losses, even though it was as strong as the Snowfield Holy Land, it only won three games in a row on the first day of competition, and every game after that was extremely difficult.
Ever since Zhufeng's eldest brother, that mortal boy without spiritual veins, came out of seclusion, he changed all the records in one battle.
Before, she thought that Li Xiuyuan just won against her and her brother by luck.
But witnessing this final brutal battle, even a master like his senior brother finally fell in front of the young man.
Boy from Zhufeng, who are you?
...
Seeing all the people in the Snowfield Holy Land leaving the square in front of the main hall, Nalan Ruoyu sighed softly.
Looking at the Headmaster and the others, he said quietly: "Brother Headmaster, please remember, the arrow my disciple received will be considered as repaying all the kindness of Tianyun Mountain..."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to reply, he waved his hand and walked towards the palace step by step.
"Yan'er, Xiao Ling'er, let's go back!"
In the dark night, Yu Zun's voice, which had returned to its former coldness, came.
Yaozun was stunned, looked at her back and shouted: "Junior sister, do you want me to go back with you...that child..."
"No, if he can't survive it, he deserves to die!"
The Jade Master in the wind and snow is more decisive than Ouyang Chongming in the Snowfield Holy Land.
However, Yuan Zun flew up to the high platform like a big bird, stretched out his hand to wipe away the snow on the stone slab, looked at the faint runes, looked at the headmaster in the main hall and sighed heavily.
He said leisurely: "Tianyun Mountain has saved Loulan City, but I am afraid that we have lost a genius disciple forever..."
After speaking, he looked at the Sword Master and asked, "Would you like to have a drink with me? No matter what, we still won!"
After all, the thousands of people in the square knew. At that moment when the needle could be heard, if it hadn't been for the sigh from the master in the main hall, the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land would have been chopped into pieces by those four golden lights!
Those were four sword energies that condensed the power of heaven and earth on Tianyun Mountain. Even the elders of the Snowfield Holy Land did not dare to test the sword with themselves.
The Sword Master looked at the elders and disciples who were still staying in the square and shouted: "The competition is over, everyone has dispersed!"
Even if Tianyun Mountain finally won the competition with Snowfield Holy Land, no one in the square cheered loudly to celebrate.
After all, it was obvious to everyone. Maybe the senior brother of Zhufeng paid for this final battle with his life. Even the elder of the library was so angry that he flew away with his disciple in his arms.
As the night deepened, the thousands of disciples on the square gradually dispersed. For many days to come, I am afraid that everyone will discuss today's final battle!
From the stunning arrow on the big lake, to the sudden flames by the lake, and Li Xiuyuan being stuck in the ice lake and shouldering the fatal sword of the genius of the snow field...
From the beginning, no one dared to believe it, and no one would believe it.
A mortal who had not condensed his spiritual veins, and was previously a sect's handyman, actually won four games in a row by himself!
The last one is a life and death battle!
A sword is a matter of life and death. After being hit by an opponent's hidden arrow, he can reverse the situation and kill the enemy under the high platform.
No wonder that during the apprenticeship ceremony, Zhufeng Yuzun, who had never accepted any disciples, wanted to snatch them away!
It turns out that mortals can also kill geniuses, which has a huge impact on the disciples of Tianyun Mountain... In the next few years, I am afraid that no one standing here tonight will be able to look away from that last scene.
He leaned on the ground with his sword to support the body that was about to fall, and shouted the last thing before dying.
"Teacher...let's go..."
