Nian Yiren smiled, did not directly answer Ling Yu's words, and spoke a gentle voice towards Ling Yu.
She chose Ling Yu to win, not to lose.
Ling Yu wanted one more chance to practice in the God's Tomb space, so why didn't she?
Everyone who practices in the God's Tomb space has already felt the power of the God's Tomb space.
Everyone wants to stay in there for a while.
Use this to transform your own strength.
"When you and I fight, injuries are inevitable. But don't worry, I won't bear to take your life!"
Ling Yu smiled and took out his long sword.
He said so, but facing Nian Yiren, he didn't dare to be too careless.
After all, Nian Yiren is a saint of the Qin Sect and has extraordinary means.
Nian Yiren smiled and took out the guqin and said to Ling Yu, "In this case, the young master might as well enter the illusion to fight with the little girl?"
After finishing speaking, his five fingers moved, and the beautiful sound of the piano echoed in the space.
Without waiting for Ling Yu to agree, the two of them entered the illusion and started a fierce battle in the illusion.
Seeing this, everyone on the other side of the Black River looked a little disappointed.
The battle in the God's Tomb has progressed to this point, and every battle has been exciting.
Even though Nian Yiren is there, Ling Yu's strength is considered to be the weakest among the remaining ones.
But the battle between the two still made everyone look forward to it.
However, no one can witness the battle in the illusion.
Now, all we can do is wait quietly for the outcome of the battle between the two.
Half an hour later, Ling Yu and Nian Yiren still didn't wake up.
After another moment of burning incense, the two of them came out of the illusion at the same time.
puff!
"you……"
As soon as Ling Yu woke up, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth and his face turned pale.
"Ling Yu was defeated!"
Everyone is still speculating on the outcome of this battle.
But as Ling Yu vomited blood, he immediately had an answer in his heart.
"How dare you cheat on me!"
Ling Yu calmed down and glared at Nian Yiren.
Facing Nian Yiren, he didn't dare to be too careless.
But in the end, I still followed the path of Nian Yiren.
From the beginning, he should not have let down his guard and been led into the illusion by Nian Yiren.
Although the battle in the illusion is no different from the outside world, it relies more on the power of the soul.
Ling Yu's cultivation level is similar to that of Nian Yiren, and they are both at the fifth level of the Tao realm.
The strength of his soul is already at the fifth level of Tao Realm.
However, the people of the Qin Sect not only cultivate the way of piano music, but also cultivate the soul.
Whether it is Nian Yiren or Qin Wenge, the strength of the soul is far superior to those in the same realm.
"Master, do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, the little girl will not show mercy."
Nian Yiren didn't care about Ling Yu's angry mood and responded with a smile.
Facing Ling Yu, she was not sure of victory.
There's no harm in using a little trickery to win.
Now that Ling Yu's soul has been injured, he will no longer be her opponent.
"snort!"
Ling Yu's face was gloomy, he snorted coldly and did not answer Nian Yiren.
There is still one hour left and one stick of incense left.
He wanted to drag this battle into a draw so as to gain one more round of opportunity to practice in the God's Tomb space.
Bang!
How could Nian Yiren not know what Ling Yu was thinking?
Seeing that Ling Yu was silent, he immediately started playing the guqin.
The harsh sound of the piano came out, and it instantly turned into a sharp blade, strangled towards Ling Yu.
"Asshole!"
Ling Yu swung his sword and blocked several sound blades.
But in the end, the arm holding the sword was still scratched.
"Nian Yiren, just wait for me!"
Ling Yu roared angrily, his feet trembling rapidly.
By the time he finished speaking, he had crossed the Black River barrier.
"Little girl, I'm waiting."
Nian Yiren put away her guqin, looked at the direction Ling Yu was leaving, and spoke softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure trembled and returned to the No. 2 stone chair.
Then, Mu Feng woke up on the stone chair No. 6.
When he looked at the remaining people sitting on the stone chairs in the God's Tomb, the difficulty in choosing suddenly returned.
In the first round, he chose Master Zhuge because Master Zhuge led the crowd and joined forces with Jiu Yingzheng and others to do something unfavorable to them.
In the second round, he didn't choose his opponent and was forced to fight a stupid casual cultivator.
In this third round, it's time for him to make a choice again.
But except for Jiu Yingzheng, the people he wanted to fight were either eliminated or killed.
He wanted to leave it to Ling Tian to deal with the Jiu Ying Zheng himself.
As for the others, he really hasn't decided who to choose.
"Um?"
Mu Feng's gaze downwards swept over everyone one by one.
When he noticed Xiao Yan, his eyes couldn't help but flash with a strange light.
Of all the people here, except Ling Tian, Mu Feng is undoubtedly the one who knows Xiao Yan the best.
Both of them were once from the Yanyun Kingdom in the Eastern Wasteland.
Mu Feng is a disciple of the Sword God Sect, and Xiao Yan is a disciple of the Red Flame Sect.
When he was in the Sword God Sect, Mu Feng didn't care much about the affairs of other sects.
But Xiao Yan has a good reputation, and he has been heard of to some extent.
At this moment, Xiao Yan was red all over. Although he had his eyes closed, his expression looked extremely painful.
"This kid is refining strange fire?"
Based on the changes in Xiao Yan's body, Mu Feng vaguely guessed something.
Looking at Xiao Yan now, he seems to be in a lot of trouble.
"Help you!"
Mu Feng thought in his mind and raised his hand to point at Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan was chosen by Mu Feng and did not wake up.
His figure was still brought to that closed space by the force majeure of the God's Tomb.
"Why would Mu Feng choose Xiao Yan? Aren't they allies?"
"Look, Xiao Yan is still refining the strange fire of heavy flames. It seems that he has not yet completely conquered it."
"It seems that there is no suspense about whether or not this battle will be won!"
As Xiao Yan's figure soared into the sky, people on the other side of the Black River also noticed something strange about Xiao Yan.
At this time, Mu Feng's feet trembled, and his figure instantly appeared behind Xiao Yan.
Then his palm gently reached out and pressed on Xiao Yan's back.
laugh!
Xiao Yan's body was as hot as fire.
The moment Mu Feng's palm came into contact with the skin of Xiao Yan's back, a puff of light smoke came out from it.
"It's so hot...it's really troublesome."
Mu Feng frowned slightly, showing a troubled expression.
After saying that, his palm suddenly became stronger.
An extremely pure power was injected into Xiao Yan's body.
Xiao Yan's body trembled slightly, but his brows were still furrowed.
But the temperature on the surface of his body seemed to have cooled down slightly.
"What is Mufeng doing?"
Everyone looked puzzled when they saw Mu Feng's behavior.
"He is helping Xiao Yan refine the strange fire!"
Feng Wudao guessed something and whispered at this moment.
"What?"
Everyone looked surprised and somewhat doubtful of Feng Wudao's words.
But when they looked at Mu Feng again, they felt that the truth might be what Feng Wudao said.
Mu Feng is helping Xiao Yan refine the strange fire!
The refining of the alien fire can only be done by the warrior himself, and it is difficult for others to help.
What Mu Feng is doing now is actually just helping Xiao Yan stabilize his inner breath, so that Xiao Yan will not be burned to death by the strange fire.
However, the real reason why Mu Feng chose Xiao Yan for this battle was not to help Xiao Yan refine the strange fire.
His main purpose is to send Xiao Yan out!
If Xiao Yan continues to stay here, he will have to fight later.
Others are not as easy to talk to as Mu Feng, and they may not sacrifice half an hour of their own time to create a way for Xiao Yan to cross the Black River.