Following Chang Ji's announcement, all the disciples were dumbfounded. They looked at Zhang Kui who was burning red under the jade steps. He actually got up as if nothing happened and walked back to Liu Huang. There was a strange medicinal smell all over his body.
Liu Huang whispered: "Junior Brother Zhang, you are seriously injured, so please retreat and heal first."
Zhang Kui had no expression on his face, nodded, walked alone to the corner of the square and sat down.
Cen Yun glanced at Zhang Kui and felt that this man behaved quite strangely. He never responded to other people's words and only followed the advice of Elder Zhiming and Liu Huangyan.
Although he had doubted whether Zhang Kui was a puppet, he had no chance to contact Zhang Kui and no substantial evidence.
With this in mind, Cen Yun turned his attention to the arena.
At this time, Dong He and Yin Qingchuan were in the second competition in the ring. Both sides were holding spiritual weapons and could not defeat each other. However, after the first three competitions, Yin Qingchuan was obviously inferior to Dong He in terms of spiritual power and skills. One chip.
As time went by, Yin Qingchuan gradually fell into a disadvantage, and was stabbed in the left leg by Dong He's lightning-fast sword. The blood flowed non-stop, and he had to admit defeat and leave with regrets.
Chang Ji said: "The third match, Yang Kuang vs. Huang Susu."
As soon as these words came out, everyone focused their attention on Yang Kuang and Huang Susu in the ring.
In the previous competition, Huang Susu captured the hearts of a large number of inner sect disciples both in terms of strength and appearance. Seeing the two confront each other now, all the disciples who were eliminated under the ring gave Huang Susu encouragement. On the contrary, it was Yang Kuang who had been eliminated before. In the competition, he was as ruthless as Wu Tian, which frightened many disciples, so no one supported him.
Huang Susu glanced at Liu Huang under the ring, and saw Liu Huang smiling at her. She felt happy and looked at the iceberg-like Yang Kuang in front of her, saying, "I've seen Senior Sister Yang!"
Yang Kuang took out his snow-white rapier and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get started quickly."
Huang Susu frowned, seeing that the other party didn't take her seriously at all, she couldn't help but feel angry, and said sullenly: "If that's the case, then I won't be polite, just watch your move!"
After saying that, he turned the pink flying sword into a plum blossom and rolled towards Yang Kuang, causing all the disciples in the arena to scream in surprise.
Cen Yun sighed and murmured: "It seems that the victory or defeat has been decided."
Liu Huang smiled and said: "Junior Sister Huang is young after all, it is always good to have more experience."
Zhao Li heard the conversation between the two and looked towards the ring with confusion on his face.
On the stage, Yang Kuang was surrounded by a pale white light shield. He waved his snow-white rapier to tear open the plum blossom barrier. Like lightning, before Huang Susu was about to take out the second spiritual weapon, he had already touched her with the sword. Above the throat.
The delicate red blood dripped down the tip of the snow-white rapier and was imprinted on the stone floor of the arena.
All this happened in just a breath, so that when Huang Susu came back to her senses, the cheers in her ears had stopped abruptly, and only Chang Ji's regretful voice came: "Huang Susu is no longer able to fight anymore, Yang Kuang wins."
When Huang Susu heard this, her face turned pale, her body swayed and she almost fell, and she said to Chang Ji: "Senior Brother Chang, I have not lost, I can fight again!"
Chang Ji's face turned cold and he said coldly: "Junior Sister Huang, haven't you recognized the reality yet? If Junior Sister Yang hadn't been merciful, your head would have been in danger."
Huang Susu's eyes were dull, and she sat down on the cold ring. First, Cen Yun, and then Yang Kuang, who were all unknown in the sect, actually defeated her one after another. This attracted much attention to the beautiful girl of heaven. How could she accept it.
A stream of tears welled up uncontrollably. Huang Susu stood up and ran down to Chaoxian Peak, like a seriously injured little girl.
The middle-aged woman on the jade steps sighed softly, and the disciples in the square started talking in disbelief like ants in a frying pan.
"This... this is impossible. Junior Sister Yang and Junior Sister Huang are both at the eighth level of Qi Refining. They actually won the competition with just one move without using any spells. Who can believe this?"
"Speaking of which, in the competition on Arena No. 5, Junior Sister Yang never easily won with the second move. Is she really at the eighth level of Qi refining?"
"First it was Senior Brother Liu, then Senior Brother Zhang, Junior Sister Yang, and then someone named Cen appeared. All of the disciples accepted by the Great Elder are really monsters!"
"This is over. The only two people left in Jianchi who have not been eliminated are Senior Brother Wu and Senior Brother Zhao. The leader of this palace examination will not be won by Yaofu again, right?"
"Senior Brother Zhao ranks second in strength within the sect, how can he be compared to Junior Sister Huang? Besides, even if Senior Brother Zhao is accidentally eliminated, there is still Senior Brother Wu here, what are you afraid of?"
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Listening to the discussion of the disciples behind him, Zhao Li looked at Yang Kuang with solemn eyes.
Although he could have done that blow just now, he couldn't do it so easily. He didn't even see the result, but Liu Huang and Cen Yun could see further than he did. Doesn't it mean that their strength was already in their own hands? Above?
"No, my master has trained me for decades, and I can't live up to his expectations in any way!"
With this in mind, Zhao Li walked heavily towards the ring under the watchful eyes of all his disciples. He looked at Liu Huang, who was standing opposite, as if he had returned to twenty years ago in an instant.
He took a deep breath and took out the ice-blue flying sword that had been with him for half his life. He knew that today was the time to end the knot that had been buried in his heart for many years, and said: "Senior Brother Liu, I never thought that you and I would stand up again. A day here!”
Liu Huang sighed and looked up to the sky: "Yes, time flies by, the sun and the moon rotate, the master of yesterday is the guest of today, Senior Brother Zhao, don't you think so?"
Zhao Li frowned and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Liu Huang shook his head and said, "It seems you haven't noticed yet. You and I have long since lost our glory, and I have done what I should do."
With that said, he said to Chang Ji, "Senior Brother Chang, I admit defeat in this competition!"
As soon as these words came out, the square was once again in an uproar, and everyone thought they had heard wrongly.
"Did I hear you correctly? Senior Brother Liu, who used to be the number one in the inner sect, actually wants to admit defeat?"
"It seems that we all heard correctly, but what did Senior Brother Liu mean by host and guest just now? Did he think that he could not win the top spot in the palace examination, so he chose to give up?"
"It is possible, but who is Senior Brother Liu talking about? Is it Senior Brother Wu or Junior Sister Yang?"
While everyone was speculating, Chang Ji nodded and said: "Well, since it is your own choice, I respect your decision."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Chang!" After saying that, Liu Huang walked off the stage.
Zhao Li shouted anxiously: "Wait a minute, you and I haven't decided the winner yet, I...I..."
Halfway through his words, he was suddenly speechless, because the next person who walked up to him was Cen Yun, who had been brought into the sect by himself!
It was extremely ironic to think that he had been guiding Cen Yun over the years, trying to get him to walk on the path of cultivation that he thought was correct. Unexpectedly, Cen Yun not only took refuge in the medicine garden, but also stood against him and became his opponent in the palace examination.
"Do you and I have to fight?" Zhao Li said with a look of regret.
Cen Yun took out Mo Ying and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, I said that if you insist on blocking the front, then I will have no choice but to fight."
"Junior Brother Cen, a dead person cannot be revived. The actions of hatred will only breed new hatred. If you are just seeking revenge, I cannot let you pass." Zhao Li gritted his teeth.
"Then I have no choice but to offend you!" After saying that, Cen Yun waved his right hand, and the ink shadow disappeared into invisible form, condensing into a palm-sized blazing fireball and blasting towards Zhao Li.
"Xuan Bing!"
Zhao Li held the sword technique in his hand, and the ice-blue flying sword exuded frightening cold energy. He slashed forward in the air, and an ice wall instantly formed in front of him to block the fireball.
Zhao Li recited a spell, and the ice blue flying sword glowed brightly. Wherever the cold air went, with Zhao Li as the center, a round of ice spikes continued to form and spread, covering most of the arena in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Cen Yun threw five talismans again, made a hand seal, and formed an earth wall around him to block the ice spikes.
"Hey, this is..." Before he finished speaking, a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. He saw a gust of cold air coming in from the cracks in the earth wall. Before he had time to react, an ice spike instantly came from It was generated in the cold air and stabbed towards his face.
Cen Yun instinctively turned his head and dodged, but the left side of his face was still scratched by the ice spike, and blood flowed out and dyed half of his cheek red.
As soon as Cen Yun wanted to break away from the earth wall, ice spikes bloomed like thorns from the cold air. In the blink of an eye, they penetrated the entire earth wall and turned into an ice coffin, which made all the disciples watching the battle under the ring exclaim.
"'Mysterious Ice Thorn' is Senior Brother Zhao's famous technique. During the sect's big hunt, Senior Brother Zhao killed countless monsters with just this move. Now use it on this kid, even if he doesn't die, he will be crippled!"
"This kid is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Senior Brother Zhao is so aggressive. Is there any dispute between them?"
"Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Zhang have always had a good relationship. This kid has ruined Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation. Do you think Senior Brother Zhao will let him go easily?"
While everyone was talking about it, Zhao Li on the stage looked solemnly at the ice coffin in front of him.
Although he had already made some reservations, if there was no corresponding defensive weapon for such power, he was confident that no one at the same level could resist it. It would be easy to at least block Cen Yun's actions and force him to admit defeat.
Hey!
Suddenly, a strange force emitted from the ice coffin.
Zhao Li was startled and felt that the blood all over his body began to be inexplicably restless.
I saw traces of strange blood emanating from the ice coffin, causing all the ice spikes it touched to begin to dissipate and melt, and the resulting white water vapor enveloped the entire arena.
boom!
With a loud noise exploding from the water vapor in front, an extremely violent spiritual power spread into powerful energy, instantly shaking away the water vapor on the stage, revealing the ice coffin covered with injuries. Cen Yun.
His eyes were blood red, his face full of evil aura, and he pointed forward with a palm-sized golden sword.
"Xuan Bing!"
Zhao Li held the sword technique in his hand. He shouted low and created a two-foot-thick ice wall in front of him. However, the golden air sword was regarded as nothing. It penetrated through the ice wall like lightning and penetrated his right wrist in mid-air. After a circle, he flew back to Cen Yun.
Zhao Li glanced at his right hand in surprise. Just as he was about to activate his spiritual power to counterattack, the meridians in his wrist felt an inexplicable pain. Then a large amount of blood suddenly poured out of the originally white and clean cuffs. Before he could react, Mo Ying shot black air from above. Emerged from among them, stabbed down with a sword.
Seeing this, Zhao Li hurriedly invoked the sword technique in his left hand, and the ice blue flying sword rose into the sky to block Mo Ying. At the same time, he glanced at Cen Yun from the corner of his eye, and saw an extra figure in front of him at some unknown time. A broken scarlet sword with a dull and incomplete handle.
This scarlet broken sword took on the appearance of a fresh and flowing liquid. Not only was it terrifying and strange, but the violent aura that filled it made Zhao Li and everyone present clearly feel a serious threat.
Zhao Li's face instantly turned pale when he saw the broken sword. Without saying a word, he freed up his left hand, took out a cyan jade article from the storage bag and poured all his spiritual power into it. The green light on the jade article bloomed, covering his entire body. Stay behind.
Almost at the same time, Cen Yun's face turned cold, he pushed his right hand forward, and aimed the scarlet broken sword at him and shot it through the air!
Boom!
In this loud noise like thunder, the scarlet broken sword collided with the cyan jade, instantly turning into a powerful energy that spread out, knocking back the disciples watching the battle a few steps, waiting until they stabilized themselves When Xing clearly saw the situation on the ring, Zhao Li had fallen under the ring, his face was pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground weakly.
"Zhao Li leaves the ring, Cen Yun wins!" In this dead atmosphere, Chang Ji's voice was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, exploding in the ears of every inner sect disciple.
Cen Yun actually defeated Zhao Li!
