On top of Hongwu Platform.

The disciples all looked a little dull, and even some elders looked solemn.

Jing Chang kept gasping for breath, his long gown was broken at some point, and blood slowly overflowed from the dense small wounds, feeling in a mess.

Li Mubai was still standing in the previous position, smiling and holding a long sword in his right hand. The sword body was extremely long and thin, like a whip.

This competition is not as even as everyone imagines, and it is more like a massacre with a huge gap.

Because Li Mubai's sword is too fast.

It was so fast that even Jingchang, who had reached the realm of no distance, could not stop it.

Every time Li Mubai swung his sword several times, a wound would appear on Jing Chang's body. Although the wound was not deep or heavy, it was more unbearable like a soft knife cutting flesh.

Many disciples in Beige were a little angry.

They could see that Li Mubai had a chance to end the battle directly, but he still adopted this calm approach, which clearly showed that he was deliberately humiliating.

When Li Haiyang, the lord of Qingluan Peak, saw this scene, a disdain sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had worked hard to secretly cultivate disciples for so many years, so naturally he wanted to make a big splash in this competition.

It is really the best thing to take Jing Chang as a good stepping stone, then sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"There is no distance between the middle realm."

Li Kongxuan said: "I didn't expect that there were such disciples among the Eight Peaks, and Jing Chang lost."

Yishuier stood aside and said calmly: "I will ask him to return it twice as much later."

Another storm of swords.

Jing Chang's right leg was injured by the sword energy, and blood splattered everywhere. He staggered and knelt on the ground on one knee. A blood bead appeared on his right cheek, which gradually spread into a blood line.

"You are not my opponent."

Li Mubai shook his head and smiled, "Give up the loss."

Jing Chang ignored deaf ears, but silently wiped away the blood from her face and stood up tenaciously.

His clothes were almost dyed red, but his eyes were still so tough.

The day before this competition, he personally begged Yishuier to give him this position.

It's not for the quota of the academy, but just to defeat Qingluan Peak's disciples in this competition.

No one knows the reason, only Jing Chang understands it himself.

All this is just for the conversation at the foot of Luoyang Peak Mountain.

If there was no such conversation, he might not be able to break through the world in his life.

No matter how much Lu Chen is said by outsiders, he has always been the criterion in his heart.

He couldn't save Lu Chen, so he used another method to repay him.

The ancient sword Nine Yang began to float slowly in the air.

Jing Chang's vision was already blurred, but she still stretched out her right hand and murmured: "Go."

A sword light rushed away.

The momentum was not strong, and it did not cause any turmoil. It suddenly stagnated in the air and then disappeared.

"A little trick to carving insects."

Li Mubai shook his head and said.

bite!

Li Mubai suddenly stood in front of his chest with his hands. The next moment, the disappeared ancient sword was blocked by him with his sword body.

"It's still too...."

Li Mu's face suddenly changed before he finished speaking.

Because he found that the power of the ancient sword was getting stronger and stronger, like Mount Tai, unhappy, but with an unstoppable power.

Li Mubai's figure kept retreating, his elbows were bent, and the tip of the ancient sword was less than two inches away from his chest.

Jing Chang's face was weak, but his right hand, which was slightly trembling, pointed tightly at the front.

"Get out!"

Li Mubai suddenly shouted angrily, his face was ferocious, and his spiritual power gushed out.

The next moment, he finally stabilized his body.

But the sword has not given up.

So each person and one sword began a tenacious tug-of-war.

Countless people looked at the field tightly, holding their breath and the atmosphere was tense.

I don’t know how long it took, but I could only hear a thud.

It turned out that Jing Chang fainted, and then the sword fell to the ground.

The competition ends.

...

Gu Luo said in a voice: "First game, Li Mubaisheng of Qingluan Peak."

The venue was a little quiet, and no one cheered except for the few disciples from Qingluan Peak, and many people even felt a pity.

Li Mubai's face was no longer calmer than before, and he was slightly gasping. When he remembered what happened just now, he felt a strange feeling of palpitations.

Several disciples from the Bei Pavilion hurriedly carried Jing Chang back to the Bei Pavilion for treatment.

Gu Luo had no expression on his face and threw a pill to Li Mubai, who quickly took it.

The spiritual recovery pill, as the name suggests, quickly restores one's own spiritual power, is an extremely rare top-grade pill.

As the referee, Gu Luo acted like this in public, naturally for the next thing.

Of course, there will be no quota for Jiange to choose from only four people.

Gu Luo selected the four strongest disciples, but if someone challenged and won, he would be able to get one of them.

The strong are the most respected, and any disciple from the four pavilions and eight peaks can be on the stage.

Jiange has always been fair in selecting disciples.

Gulu slowly glanced at everyone and said, "Can anyone come forward to challenge?"

Yi Shui'er stretched and said playfully, "Okay, let's see me go and find the place for Senior Brother Jingchang."

She took a light step, and then suddenly her face was stunned.

There was another figure in the field at some point.

Li Yihan said loudly on the platform: "Li Yihan, a disciple of the West Pavilion, is not talented, so I'm here to ask for advice."

He stood quietly among the crowd of disciples from the West Pavilion from beginning to end, and until then he appeared on the platform without any warning.

Countless people looked at each other.

Although Li Yihan has shown his strength in recent years, he is still just a young disciple who has practiced for less than a few years. How can he fight?

What's more, Xige and Qingluan Peak have always been in good relationships?

Chen Yi instantly appeared beside Li Yihan, expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "Don't forget your current identity. You are a disciple of Xige."

Li Yihan shook his head and said, "I just want to have a clear conscience."

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You think Lu Chen broke Li Haiyang's ancient sword for you three, so he owe him a favor."

Chen Yi said coldly: "But don't forget that you are no match for Li Mubai at all now, you are just humiliating yourself, let alone you should draw a clear line with Lu Chen, otherwise how can you gain a foothold in Xige in the future?"

Chen Yi emphasized his tone, "Do you just want to completely cut off your sword path here?"

Li Yihan seemed to be hit by a blow, and was stunned, with a complicated face and hesitation.

"Come on, come down."

Zhang Wei also scolded below.

Li Yihan suddenly felt a look. He subconsciously looked up and it turned out to be his master Li Kuohai.

"You can't do it now, come down."

Li Kuihai's eyes were very calm and his tone was also very calm, but Li Yihan felt endless pressure.

Li Yihan wanted to speak but stopped, clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head slightly, and was stubborn and didn't say anything.

Everyone was very surprised. They didn't expect that the Lord of the West Pavilion would speak out in person, and they didn't expect that Li Yihan seemed to dare to resist the order and disrespect him.

The situation in the scene is maintained in a delicate balance.

Even Gu Luo just watched this scene calmly without urging him.

“Go down.”

Suddenly, another plain voice rang out next to Li Yihan.

Li Yihan frowned and said, "I don't..."

His words suddenly stopped, and then he opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

There were countless elders and disciples below the Hongwu Grand Stage with the same expression as him.

"You can't do it now."

The man patted his shoulder and said, "Let me do it."
Chapter completed!