Li Xiuyuan's flying speed became faster and faster. Thousands of people were stunned, and the young man flying past passed through countless crowds.

From the rolling ice lake, through the vast snow, fog and night!

Under the gaze of thousands of people, he flew up to the high platform in front of the hall like a night bird!

Only then did everyone who had come back to their senses rush to the square, which was the home venue for today's competition!

It is a battle of life and death, and the last moment will naturally be witnessed by more monks.

In the eyes of everyone, Li Xiuyuan, who was dressed in a white shirt that looked better than snow, was already soaked to the skin. His torn clothes were fluttering in the wind, and his naked body was covered with mottled blood stains.

In front of thousands of people, the young man stood quietly at one end of the high platform.

He is waiting for the enemy to arrive, waiting for the decisive battle at the last moment, he is waiting.

Before thousands of people by the lake could move to the battlefield, a big bird flew up to the high platform in front of the main hall in the cold wind.

Ouyang Xuan, who was also wearing a white robe, was in no better condition than his opponent. His chest was stained with blood, and his two injured arms and sleeves were completely ruined.

Their feet were covered with mud and ice slag from the icy lake. The two people on the high platform were dumbfounded whether they looked in the eyes of the elder disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land or in the eyes of the disciples of Tianyun Mountain.

Only the miserable situation in front of us can explain the life-and-death struggle in the great lake just now.

Ouyang Chongming looked at Ouyang Xuan on the high platform without saying a word. Although everything in front of him was far beyond his expectation, the battle was still going on and he could not disturb Ouyang Xuan's state of mind.

The headmaster covered Ping An, who was about to shout out, and said quietly: "Keep watching!"

Meng Shentong's brows furrowed tightly. He did not expect that the two of them would fight so fiercely. It seemed that the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land were indeed tougher than the disciples of Tianyun Mountain.

In his opinion, if it had been any disciple of Tianyun Mountain, he would have died in the ice lake long ago.

Nalan Ruoyu held back her exclamation and looked at the blood-stained disciples on the high platform. What she was thinking about was how Li Xiuyuan fought against the zombies under the bamboo peak in the past.

She couldn't imagine before that when she saw two people on the high platform who were so different in cultivation but so similar, she finally couldn't help but shed tears.

In her opinion, this precious disciple of hers has been struggling in the abyss under the Bamboo Peak a long time ago.

Otherwise, how could he single-handedly push the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land to such a miserable state?

While shedding tears, she giggled and said: "Yes, this is my disciple Nalan Ruoyu, he can fight to the death and cannot retreat!"

Sitting aside, Yaozun looked at her appearance and silently took out a silk scarf and handed it over.

He said softly: "Junior sister, don't lose your posture."

Xiao Linger, who was under the stage, also closed her mouth tightly and held Chen Xiaoyan's hand tighter.

Chen Xiaoyan sighed and looked at the senior brother on the high platform, speechless.

She wanted to curse: "Thousand-year-old disciples of Tianyun Mountain, there is not a single man in the face of foreign invasion!"

Even Ouyang Xueman, who was holding her younger brother's arm, was shocked. She didn't expect that this inconspicuous young man would actually push his senior brother into a desperate situation.

It seems that my brother and sister really did not lose unfairly!

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Ouyang Xuan, who flew onto the stage, only stayed for a moment, then rushed forward with a roar. At this time, there was no need for too many words to describe it.

Seeing his opponent rushing towards him, Li Xiuyuan slashed at him with the Samsara Sword in his hand, followed the opponent's Spirit Sword and rolled over, slashing out a sword energy, almost knocking the Spirit Sword in Ouyang Xuan's hand to the ground.

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All the power in his body, the power of the phoenix, the power of the dragon, and the power of the Buddhist golden body burst out in an instant!

A blazing sword energy spurted out from the Samsara Sword in his hand. In the night, the high platform seemed to be burning with flames, instantly illuminating the elders and venerables in the hall.

Under the intense illumination, the cold expression on Ouyang Xuan's face was clearly illuminated, and even many people under the high platform could clearly see the current situation.

Ouyang Xuan knew that Li Xiuyuan wanted to fight him desperately, so he was naturally not afraid.

He stared into Li Xiuyuan's eyes and shouted loudly: "You haven't condensed your spiritual veins after all. If so, just go die!"

The shouts echoed on the windy and snowy high platform, and the Fengyun Spirit Sword in his hand instantly met the sword light struck by Li Xiuyuan, forcing the Samsara Sword to retreat again and again!

"Even if you stab me again, you can't threaten me..."

Ouyang Xuan stared into Li Xiuyuan's eyes and said coldly: "A mortal wants to fight against destiny?"

Li Xiuyuan knew very well that Ouyang Xuan was a powerful monk, and it was almost impossible to challenge him across the border with his own physical strength.

Holding the Samsara Sword tightly with both hands, Li Xiuyuan's face turned pale.

Even at this critical juncture, he still didn't want to reveal his Phoenix Nirvana power in front of everyone. In his opinion, this was his ability to survive in the world in the future.

"Are you going to fight for your life?" Looking at the guy in front of him who was covered in blood like himself, Li Xiuyuan suddenly couldn't help but ask.

"What do you think? We came back to this high platform just to fight for our lives, right?"

Ouyang Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood foam and circulated his true energy. A burst of golden light rose up from his body, instantly evaporating the ice slag and water stains on his body, revealing a cold and fierce expression.

Ouyang Xuan, shrouded in golden light, looked like the God of War from the top of the snow-capped mountains on the high platform. The spiritual sword in his hand held the dazzling blazing light and slashed towards Li Xiuyuan in front of him!

Li Xiuyuan, who looked a little messy due to the wind and snow, sighed. Holding the Samsara Sword in his hand was like holding the heavy sword Shura!

Seeing his opponent strike out with a killing sword, he actually ignored him on the high platform. The Samsara Sword in his hand seemed to be insufficiently powerful, as if he was holding a big sword as heavy as a mountain.

The sword that Ouyang Xuan slashed was very fast, as fast as lightning, carrying boundless sword energy.

The sword struck by Li Xiuyuan was very slow, as slow as a still lake, with no trace of light visible.

The lightning-like Fengyun Spirit Sword!

A reincarnation sword like Shisui!

Both of them have used all their strength, and one is a great monk who is in the late stage of refining the void and will be able to break through again in a short time!

One is a young man who has practiced the body of a dragon, the power of a phoenix, and Buddhist techniques!

The two sword energies burst out instantly on the high platform and struck each other!

Dang, clang, clang! There are countless sparks flying in the air!

Thousands of elders and disciples silently watched the final battle on the high platform!

The young man in front of him is no longer the little handyman who only knows how to sweep the floor in front of the sect hall, nor is he the mysterious senior brother on the bamboo peak who won two games just by luck.

In the eyes of thousands of disciples, Li Xiuyuan at this moment is just like the genius of Xueyuan Shengxue, and he is like a god of war!

There was a shocking roar from the duel on the high platform!

Li Xiuyuan, who was holding the Samsara Sword in his hand, let out a breath and flew backwards several feet, and finally stood firmly on the edge of the high platform!

The Fengyun Spiritual Sword in Ouyang Xuan's hand could no longer withstand the power of the Samsara Sword cutting out the world. It let out a mournful cry in the cold wind, and then a crack spread in his eyes, and then broke into two pieces!

Li Xiuyuan did not stop in the wind and snow, holding the Samsara Sword in his hand and slashing towards his opponent.

This is an endless life and death battle!

Ouyang Xuan shouted loudly, like thunder exploding on the high platform!

"Go to hell!" Out of grief and anger, Ouyang Xuan shouted and slashed the Half-Ziu Spirit Sword in his hand towards Li Xiuyuan's Samsara Sword!

In an instant, in front of thousands of people, the roaring Ouyang Xuan held a black object in his left hand...

In the moment when the reincarnation sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand and the half-spiritual sword in Ouyang Xuan's hand struck...

Seeing the impending death, Ouyang Xuan let out a wild howl, raised his injured left arm, and thrust it into Li Xiuyuan's chest!

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Even if Ouyang Xuan's palm could hit Li Xiuyuan, he could no longer stop Li Xiuyuan's Samsara Sword from slashing his body.

But he still did it because he wanted Li Xiuyuan to die with him.

In front of thousands of people, the moment Li Xiuyuan was about to kill Ouyang Xuan, a black spiritual arrow was inserted into Li Xiuyuan's chest!

So Li Xiuyuan, who was holding the Samsara Sword in his hand, paused in mid-air, as if time had stopped. Then a stream of blood splashed out from his chest, spraying on Ouyang Xuan's face like a fountain!

Li Xiuyuan, who was holding the Samsara Sword in his hand, felt that his mouth and nose had turned into a strong smell of blood.

Ouyang Xuan had already let go at this moment and quickly retreated away. In his eyes, he had won the last battle.

Although this is shameless, what he wants is not the process, but the final result. He has waited for this moment!

To Li Xiuyuan, a thick smell of blood seemed so familiar yet indifferent. At this moment, he almost felt like he was about to leave his body.

Looking at Nalan Ruoyu who was leaping over from the high platform, Li Xiuyuan waved his hand to stop his master's impulse.

Instead, he looked at Ouyang Chongming in the main hall and asked coldly: "For the sake of this so-called victory, can you really use any means and use any tricks?"

Ouyang Chongming was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that Ouyang Xuan would use a shameless trick at the moment when the spiritual sword shattered.

But, so what?

In his eyes, there are only wins and losses. There are no tricks or tricks. What he wants is the final result!

"Before the competition, Ouyang Xuan told you that since there is life and death, there are no restrictions on moves. This is a battle of life and death. Don't forget it!"

Ouyang Chongming looked at the headmaster with a solemn expression and coldly replied to the young man on the high platform who was holding his chest.

"That's fine!"

Li Xiuyuan turned around, looked at Ouyang Xuan with a cold face on the high platform and asked: "If you are going to die next moment, will you regret the dirty tricks you used at this moment?"
To be continued...