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 was heard in 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 weak!

"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 the purple light in the snow and the sky, he, Xiao Ling'er, Master, and Chen Xiaoyan all have that sword!

Nalan Ruoyu, who had been extremely 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 reached the late stage of cultivation, failed to block the sword of Senior Brother Zhufeng.

It's just a sword, not even a move.

No one saw clearly the move Li Xiuyuan made because the snow and wind in the sky 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, cut the snow with the sword that can move mountains, and hide 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, staring at the bamboo sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand!

The venerable elders in the main hall were horrified when they saw this, and it wasn't 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 condensed 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 to Ping An and shouted: "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, stretched out his hand and took out his bamboo sword, only to hear the whirring sound of the bamboo sword piercing the air and heading towards the high platform!

As soon as he reached out, 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, all the disciples who go to the place where I live will be there."

Ruoli did not 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, little Ling'er also has a bamboo sword here!" Although he didn't jump onto the high platform, little Ling'er in the crowd couldn't help but shout 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 a bamboo sword. The bamboo sword is like a mountain in my hand... 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, 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 didn’t say goodbye to Li Xiuyuan, but walked towards the bottom 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, Ruoli's heart was as clear as a mirror. With the last sword strike, Li Xiuyuan was indeed merciful.

Otherwise, why would he just cut off one of his right arms? Since the bamboo sword can cut off the arm, it can also cut off the head.

...

No matter Ouyang Chongming and Ouyang Xuan, nor the head coach and Yuan Zun, they never expected that today's third competition would end in such a scene.

It was so fast that snowflakes all over 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 didn't 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 the one on 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 she take it?

It turns out that this guy is not just lucky, but 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 very 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 you 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 Yaozun and applied it, then found a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around the wound.

The wound on the chest is just a flesh wound, which will 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. I just want to use him to try my hand, and also to confuse my opponent."

Seeing Li Xiuyuan bandaging the wound, Meng Shentong slowly raised his head, lit a fire and boiled water and asked: "Can your body still hold on? Can you fight again?"

"It's a trivial matter." Li Xiuyuan took a clean black shirt and put it on, sat down at the table and replied, "It's not right, it makes them think I was seriously injured."

"I'm not worried about you." The old man smiled and said, "I'm afraid that your master won't be able to bear 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.

I can't take out my divine dragon bow, but I still have the bow and arrows I snatched from the devil.

You want to fight! Then fight!

"Your bamboo sword will definitely not be usable 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, I still have 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 while pouring him the freshly brewed spiritual tea, while he 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 cut off one of Monk Ruoli's arms, 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? When you're done, just tell the master and let others come up."

...

When the time was about to end, Li Xiuyuan, still dressed in black, reappeared on the high platform.

The young man was still wearing a night-like black shirt, and in the snowy sky, it made people feel distressed to see him. 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 make a settlement!"

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!

As long as you are a monk, you will see that the most powerful person in the Snowfield Holy Land is the young man standing behind Elder Ouyang!
To be continued...