There was an uproar all around, and a strong wind roared on the stage.
The white dragon in the Wandering Dragon Sword is entangled, its scales are deep, its eyes are glaring, its four claws are waving, and its long body is wagging its tail, as if it wants to sweep up the entire stage.
The beast that was thrown out of the demon knife was like a tiger with dog hair, a vicious and bloody mouth, and looked like a pig's tusks, especially the long tail, which was full of hardness.
When it reaches the cone, it sweeps over and swallows up the mountains and rivers.
The fight between the two beasts, even though it was just an illusion formed by the galloping sword energy, shook the entire martial arts arena and made the disciples who were watching the excitement stagger one by one.
However, even if the surroundings were in chaos, the Dingtiantai seemed to be an isolated existence, standing there unshaken despite such a huge impact, as stable as a rock.
Xia Chuyi was so fascinated by what he saw that he didn't even blink. He was stunned for a long time, and then he said with some uncertainty: "The sword soul of that demon sword is Tao Tzu?"
Taki Yue curled his lips, raised his hand gracefully to touch Shififu's back, and said with a smile: "The little thing is knowledgeable."
The 梼杌 is an ancient ferocious beast, unruly and untamable, and extremely fierce.
If Lu Haoran brings out such a harmful thing, the dean and master will not ignore it, right?
Looking up towards the high platform, I saw, as expected, that the four people on the high platform had different expressions, and they were obviously much more serious than usual.
On the rooftop, the intertwined waves of white dragons and 梼杌 were shaking the heaven and the earth, turning the rivers and seas upside down. From time to time, the earthquakes would throw out some dust and gravel, making many people present feel disgraced.
All the guards prepared around him were dispatched, and all the disciples who were watching the battle were ordered out of the martial arts arena in an orderly manner.
The place that was originally crowded with people suddenly became empty, leaving only five people on the high platform, some spiritual master-level instructors, and her, a contestant who would compete soon.
Naturally, there are also Takigoe and Fifteen.
She stretched out her hand to turn Takiyoshi, leaned over and asked softly: "Why don't they kick you out?"
"Want to know the reason?" The corners of Takiyue's eyes were slightly raised. His already extremely charming blue eyes, if you look at them sideways, you can still see a layer of shallow golden light floating on them, which is extremely beautiful.
Xia Chuyi swallowed unconsciously, then nodded like garlic: "I really want to know."
Takiyue stretched out his hand and pointed at his face, with a smile on his lips: "Kiss me and I will tell you."
Fifteen buried his head, curled up into a ball, and said silently in his heart, don’t look at what is inappropriate, don’t speak what is inappropriate, you are shameless and don’t know how to do it behind your back!
Xia Chuyi stretched out his hand and slapped Long Yue on the back. His face was not angry, but he just looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
As he spoke, he ran over happily and grabbed a guard in white. He pointed his hand in the direction of Takiyue and asked, "Hey brother, there is another person over there. Why don't you get him out?"
The guard in white looked in the direction Xia Chuyi pointed, and immediately his face turned pale. He turned back to look at Xia Chuyi in horror, and wanted to break free from her pull and leave quickly.
When Xia Chu saw this, he felt strange and continued to ask: "What did you see?"
The man shook his head.
"Didn't see anything?"
The man nodded.
Xia Chuyi raised her head and looked in the direction of Takiyue, only to see him smiling at her. A strange atmosphere slowly enveloped her, making her spine tingle.
"Please let me go, I didn't see anything, I really didn't see anything..."
The man looked at Xia Chuyi as if he saw a ghost, which made Xia Chuyi feel that something was wrong with him.
She waved her hand to let him go, but soon she saw Ye Junqing and Yuchi walking towards her in a hurry, both of them looking extremely anxious.
Yu Chifeng was impatient, so he pounced on Xia Chuyi, grabbed Xia Chuyi and looked around repeatedly: "My dear disciple, how do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Xia Chuyi looked at him inexplicably.
When Yu Chifeng saw her expression, he couldn't help but slap his forehead: "It's over, I'm really possessed."
"You're a big-headed ghost!" Ye Junqing pushed Yu Chifeng away, walked over and carefully checked the color of Xia Chuyi's pupils, breathing and heartbeat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, good can't be better.
Already."
When Xia Chuyi heard Yu Chifeng's "possessed" voice, he began to guess what was going on. It must have been the white-clothed guard who talked too much just now, and he alerted these two.
She glanced sideways and saw that Takiyue and Fifteen had already disappeared. She sighed and said, "I just made a little joke with the guard in white."
Ye Junqing and Yu Chifeng looked at each other and did not return to their seats. They sat down in the stands, sandwiching Xia Chuyi in the middle.
At this time, the battle on Dingtian Platform has reached a fever pitch, with black mist billowing and white cloud waves surging, and Yongzhu and Bailong are turning the world upside down in this intertwining, so fierce.
However, Lu Haoran and Qin Yaoxuan were completely missing. They could only see streaks of white light and black lines piercing the thick clouds and mist from time to time, like thunder and lightning, piercing the sky.
Xia Chuyi seemed to hear an inexplicable voice echoing in his ears. He opened and closed his lips and repeated the sentence: "Qin Yaoxuan lost."
"What?" Yu Chifeng and Ye Junqing looked at her at the same time, frowning.
Xia Chuyi was startled, and then shook his head: "It's okay."
However, the next second she finished speaking, the white cloud dispersed, and Yongzhu's body grew several times, swallowing the white dragon into his belly in one mouthful, and the two figures could finally be seen on the ring.
The two stood facing each other, just like they did at the beginning of the game, with the remaining wind making the clothes roll and rustle.
All the illusions have completely dissipated. There are no white clouds, black fog, or white dragons. There are only two men with swords in their hands, independent between heaven and earth, with a single shadow.
Everyone around them stared at the Dingtian Platform with their eyes wide open, silently reciting Qin Yaoxuan's name in their hearts, and anxiously looking forward to the final result.
Only the three people sitting in the empty stands had solemn expressions on their faces. The words Xia Chuyi just said unconsciously were like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.
On the Dingtian platform, Lu Haoran put away the dark-light blade of the complex body, cupped his hands towards Qin Yaoxuan and said: "I accept."
However, Qin Yaoxuan, who was opposite him, remained motionless. He only waited until everyone's hearts were in their throats before he slowly said, "Cheng Rong."
Everyone was happy, thinking that the outcome was uncertain.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out. He inserted the Wandering Dragon Sword into the ring with his backhand and propped himself up, so that he did not fall down.
"Qin Yaoxuan!" Xia Chu suddenly stood up and was about to rush towards the ring.
Ye Junqing quickly pulled her and said, "Don't be impulsive. That kid is very smart. If he doesn't vomit out the blood, he will get internal injuries. From the looks of it, he should be fine."
At this moment, Yu Chifeng rarely quarreled with Ye Junqing, and said: "Since he said that the boy is fine, then he must be fine. Don't panic, just let him go and take a look."
Ye Junqing nodded, and when he saw that Dean Xuanyuan Hui had sent someone to carry Qin Yaoxuan from the Dingtian Terrace to the rest room, he quickly rushed over.
Yuchifeng was not in the mood to worry about Qin Yaoxuan at the moment, but was entirely focused on Xia Chuyi.
It's obvious who is more powerful between Qin Yaoxuan and Xia Chuyi. If he can't deal with someone, wouldn't Xia Chuyi be looking for death if he comes to power?
He took her hand and walked to the stands, saying as he walked: "Go and tell your dean and master that you voluntarily give up the competition and will not get that ranking."
Xia Chuyi let Yu Chifeng pull her, and said in a clear and cold voice: "That's what I originally planned."
Yu Chifeng was immediately happy when he heard this: "That's good. Let's refine weapons and study medicine properly and not get involved with militants like them."
"But I have changed my mind now." Xia Chu suddenly changed the subject, as if he had been soaked in an ice cave. When he said it, the surrounding air condensed into frost.
Yu Chifeng paused for a moment, frowned, and turned around to take coercive measures against Xia Chuyi. Unexpectedly, she took the initiative and stuffed a pill into his mouth.
He suddenly wanted to scold his mother.
He was used to it. He had collected a lot of Ye Junqing's elixirs for her self-defense, and tried every means to send her to that stinky doctor, but now he was reaping the consequences!
What kind of evil did he commit? He finally accepted a good disciple, so don't let him cripple him!
Xia Chuyi saw Yuchifeng's face turning blue and purple, said "offended" in a low voice, and helped Yuchifeng to sit next to him.
On the high platform, Liu Changqing wanted to rush down and kill the rebel with his own hands, but was held down by Xuanyuan Hui: "Huo Meng went to see how Yao Xuan was doing. Changqing, just sit here and watch, don't get distracted."
"But……"
"Isn't there another game? Let's talk about it after watching it." Xuanyuan Hui thought about the person behind Xia Chuyi, squinting his eyes slightly and not panicking.
It's hard to say if this match was against someone else. If it was Xia Chuyi, how could that person cause her to suffer any harm?
This demon knife looks quite tricky.
Everyone who stayed behind saw that Dean Xuanyuan Hui was not worried at all, and they couldn't guess what he meant.
There is another competition? Does he want his only direct disciple to fight against the demonized Lu Haoran? Could it be that he taught Xia Chuyi some powerful kung fu?
The strange situation confused everyone's thoughts. Xia Chuyi was not too anxious and climbed the steps to the Dingtian Terrace step by step.
Today she was wearing a reddish-brown short shirt, with wide trousers tied at her ankles, making her look simple and capable. The wide belt tied up her slender waist and outlined her gradually revealing figure.
She walked not fast, but step by step, gradually approaching in the direction of Lu Haoran.
Finally, the person on the stage also saw her, grinned at her, and said, "Are you here?"