At this moment, a thunderous tiger roar sounded, the white dragon's body became slightly sluggish, and the illusion of a huge winged white tiger appeared outside Lin Yuhu's body. At the same time, white Qi continued to flow out of his body, and the illusory body of the white tiger with wings quickly solidified.
At this time, the white dragon had regained its mobility, let out a shocking roar, and pounced forward.
The dragon and the white tiger fought, biting and beating each other, just like real spiritual beasts fighting.
Lin Yuhu's winged white tiger is the fusion of demon soul and true energy, while Shen You's white dragon is the fusion of spiritual swordsmanship and true energy cultivation. The two are not just fighting for their true energy, but more importantly, they are fighting for their souls. Every time a piece of the white dragon is bitten off, part of Shen You's true energy cultivation and soul cultivation will be refined by the white tiger demon soul. vice versa! If the White Tiger Demon Soul is defeated, Lin Yuhu will need to find another demon soul that matches the attributes of Qi to fuse with. And if Shen You loses, his soul may be hurt!
Seeing that the battle between the white dragon and the winged white tiger was at a disadvantage, many disciples thought that Shen You was going to lose!
At this time, Shen You flashed and rushed towards Lin Yuhu's true body with his sword.
Lin Yuhu's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that while Shen You was controlling the white dragon, he could still be distracted by swordplay! Immediately, he unsheathed his sword, gathered an inch of sword light, and slashed at Shen You!
At this moment, a transparent sword intention pierced into his sea of consciousness, instantly drawing him into the illusion of the sword intention of the turbulent Tianhe River. When Lin Yuhu broke away from the sword illusion and woke up, Shen You's sword was already on his neck.
Lin Yuhu sighed quietly, returned the sword to its sheath, and said, "You win!"
Following the sound transmission of his thoughts, the winged white tiger also abandoned its opponent, turned into a white light, and disappeared into his body.
At this time, Shen You returned the sword to its sheath, disbanded the white dragon that had taken the form of true energy, and turned into a white light that disappeared into his body.
Everyone below looked slightly stunned. They never expected that Shen You would reverse the situation at the last moment. When masters compete, it is difficult to determine the outcome until the last moment.
The fifth competition was between Zhou Zhijie and Yucang Peak's disciple **Yi.
After the elder referee read out their names, the two of them jumped up and landed on the ring.
**Yi is a woman in a blue robe, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face. Her skin is fair and delicate, like a twenty-year-old girl, but her aura is like a deep and unfathomable ocean.
Zhou Zhijie cupped his fists and said, "Senior Sister Yun, please!"
**Yi Yi smiled sweetly and said: "Little fat guy, you have grown up as expected, and you dare to fight with senior sister!"
Zhou Zhijie suddenly turned red and felt a little embarrassed. Yuancang and Yucang have always been good friends. They met sixty years ago. At that time, he was indeed dark and fat. But with continuous practice, his body shape has returned to normal. He never expected that Yiyi would talk about the dark history of the past, which brought back a lot of memories for him.
"fatty?"
Ye Xiuyun chuckled, never expecting Zhou Zhijie to have such a nickname. 【】
Hou Dehai, Xiang Yu, and Sun Nanting also snickered secretly.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then unsheathed their swords and suddenly swung them.
The two bodies were intertwined, and their swords kept clashing.
However, Zhou Zhijie didn't know why, he retreated steadily, and was completely defeated in less than thirty moves.
To the north of the arena, the leader and other peak masters are located.
When Master Yuancang saw this, he shook his head and sighed.
Master Yucang chuckled and said: "Master Nephew Zhou's defeat shows that he is a person who values love and justice. You should be happy!"
The two men's skills and cultivation levels were originally only between equals, so it was hard to tell the winner. But the sentence "Little Fatty" at the beginning of "**yi" evoked Zhou Zhijie's past memories. At that time, her cultivation level was much higher than that of Zhou Zhijie. The two often did tasks together, and she took good care of Zhou Zhijie.
Zhou Zhijie was concerned about his past friendship, so naturally he couldn't take action. He used up to 70% of his 100% power before he was defeated quickly.
At this time, Master Taicang smiled and said: "I think the two children are similar in age and have a lot of affection. Maybe they can make a marriage."
Master Yuancang shook his head and sighed: "I see! The fourth child did have feelings for his senior sister before, but it's a pity that he is dull and can't express his love!"
At this time, the referee elder announced that the sixth contestant would be Duan Peng versus Duan Mulin, the second disciple of Han Cang Peak.
Duan Peng cupped his fists and said, "Junior Brother Duanmu, please!"
Duanmulin looked solemn and said: "Senior Brother Duan, please!"
The two of them drew their swords out of their scabbards, concentrated their energy, and the sword's edge gathered an inch of white sword light. Then they flashed and suddenly swung their swords!
The long swords clashed, and with a clang, the swords surged, setting off a wave of chaotic air.
Duanmulin immediately retreated, taking seven steps back, while Duan Peng only took two steps back. The gap between the two was obvious.
Duan Peng's internal and external cultivation has reached the limit, with eight stars in the physical body and seven peaks in Qi. His cultivation is much higher than that of Duan Mulin. His explosive power is extremely powerful. With the magic weapon in his hand, he is simply a powerful force that can destroy everything! In just thirteen moves, he slashed Duanmulin down from the ring.
Immediately, in the seventh match, the referee said: "Mingcang Peak Wen Dingbang vs. Xuancang Peak Xuantiandu!"
When he heard Xuantiandu's name, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the ring, and found a man in white standing opposite Wen Dingbang, who was Xuantiandu. This man looks to be about thirty years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, fair face and no beard, rich and handsome, and has a unique temperament, as if he has a strong self-confidence, and he can control it even if the sky falls.
When Ling Feng looked at him for only a moment, Xuan Tian sensed it and immediately turned sideways to look at him, with a slight smile on his lips, but it seemed to have some deep meaning!
Ling Feng didn't think much. He checked the attribute table and found that the proficiency of the Soul Locking Chain had increased by more than 1,800 points. The soul-locking chain's refining effect of dark flames is very powerful, five or six times faster than the sword soul refining ice dragon. He must seize the time to refine more Xuanyin soul power.
Immediately, he closed his eyes and continued to refine the one-horned evil ghost.
At this time, the two of them greeted each other on the ring.
Wen Dingbang unsheathed his sword, concentrated his energy, and used Mingcang Peak's fourth-level sword technique, Canghai Sword Technique. The power of the sword was like the waves of the sea, and the sword energy was surging and overwhelming.
Xuantian didn't even draw his sword, a faint white aura appeared around him! This was obviously just a thin shield of sword energy, but despite Wen Dingbang's thousands of powerful sword energy constantly attacking, it was still unable to break through.
After a moment, Xuantiandu suddenly flashed and pointed towards Wen Dingbang.
The speed of the sword pointing was actually not very fast, but Wen Dingbang found strangely that the white finger suddenly grew bigger in his eyes, like a magic sword that could pierce the heaven and the earth, and it stabbed rapidly towards his eyebrows. There is no way to get rid of this illusion of sword intent.
Wen Dingbang's sea of consciousness and soul cultivation turned into surging waves sweeping around, and he finally broke free from this illusion of sword intent. However, although the white giant finger disappeared, Xuantiandu's sword finger was already pointed at the center of his eyebrows. If Xuantian had the slightest intention to kill Wen Dingbang just now, his soul would definitely be wiped out.
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