Thinking of this, the sects surrounding the mountains and even some disciples of the Heavenly Palace dared not speak out, and he reluctantly gave up his plan to take action.

After seeing this scene, Sikong Duoyue nodded with great satisfaction, turned around and looked at the flag inserted on the top of the mountain with a hot look, "It's really easy to get it. This flag, plus the three hundred pieces of Xuanyu in my hand, is enough to push me to the position of the leader of martial arts in the Heavenly Palace."

As he said this, Sikong Duoyue showed a faint smile, "Fortunately, he showed weakness in the ring at the beginning and took everyone's eyes away from me, the seriously injured person. Otherwise, Dan Taiyuan and Wei Yuan would definitely be wary of me, and it would be impossible for such a happy battle."

After taking a deep breath, Sikong Duoyue raised her hand and pulled up the flag on the top of the mountain as if she was the last winner.

But just as he was about to raise the flag and declare his position as the leader, a cold voice suddenly came into everyone's ears.

"Is it not enough to kill Dan Taiyuan? I have to kill you Sikong Duoyue, so I have the qualification to become the leader?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around the mountain, including Sikong Duoyue, who was holding the flag in his forehand, was shocked! The next moment, everyone turned their heads and looked, "How is it possible! Wei Yuan!"

Yes, it was Wei Yuan. At this time, Wei Yuan had his hair disheveled, his shirt was broken, revealing his strong body. He looked calm, and he carried a ox in his hand and walked towards the top of the mountain ten feet in one step.

"You..." Sikong Duoyue frowned, "Under the strange power of Dan Taiyuan, you can't be immune to serious injuries!"

As he said this, Sikong Duoyue sneered, "Do you still have the strength to compete with me for this flag?"

Wei Yuan still had that plain expression, walked step by step to the top of the mountain, then thrust his sword, pointing to Sikong Duoyue from afar, and his eyes were filled with a bang, "You can give it a try!"

As soon as these words were said, let alone Sikong Duoyue, even the monks watching the battle in the distance were stunned.

What's the meaning?

Just after fighting Dan Taiyuan, he will face Sikong Duoyue?

No matter how ignorant Wei Yuan is, he must not be able to hold on to the two masters of Lian Zhan. Where did he get the courage?

Sikong Duoyue was also so funny that she smiled at the sky for a long time. After laughing, her face turned slightly cold and continued, "Since you are looking for death, I will give you my best!"

In his opinion, Wei Yuan is obviously seriously injured now, and even his breath is so weak that he cannot be his opponent. Did he really think that he lost to Dan Tai in that ring because of his lack of strength?

Looking at Wei Yuan again, as Sikong Duoyue finished his speech, he almost did not hesitate. He swung out nearly a hundred talismans and burned them in the wind. In an instant, sword shadows appeared out of thin air, and hundreds of thousands of sword energy roared towards Sikong Duoyue on the top of the mountain like a river.

"What!"

Sikong Duoyue was slightly surprised, "You have a backup plan!"

Not only him, but even the monks who had been watching Wei Yuan defeat Dan Tai Yuan were shocked. Wei Yuan actually had a backup plan. Could it be that just one Dan Tai Yuan could not force him to the end of his life?

Although a little surprised, Sikong Duoyue was not panicked and snorted coldly, "You can look down on yourself too much when playing sword energy in front of me."

As he finished speaking, Sikong Duoyue inserted the flag in his hand to the ground, pulled out the long sword and let out a roar. In an instant, the sword lights were densely spread. Two ripples of sword energy collided like two big rivers on the top of the mountain. The momentum was majestic, and the sword light that scattered out cut countless rocks into pieces and dispersed with the wind.

Wei Yuan held the sword and shuttled through the sword curtain like a swimming fish, and three thousand sword energy hiding in the sword curtain and waiting for an opportunity to move.

But Sikong Duoyue is not a fool. On the contrary, he has a very deep understanding of swordsmanship. After all, if there is a god Li Xuantu as his master, how could it be such a simple character?

"Your golden sword energy is indeed very sharp. It's a pity that you can't hide a single point in the field of swords in my eyes!"

As he finished speaking, Sikong Duoyue did not hesitate, and the sword in his hand tapped countless sword shadows in succession, without exception, accurately repelling the sword energy hidden in the sword curtain one by one.

"Hahahaha! Wei Yuan, you are so proud. With your current strength, killing you will not require 50% of my strength!"

After repelling the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao, Sikong Duoyuefei disappeared into the sword curtain. For a moment, countless sword shadows tightly wrapped the entire rock mountain, and it was impossible to see the battle between the two inside.

Wei Yuan had no nonsense, was silent, his eyes were empty-handed, no matter how Sikong Duoyue pursued, he was just defense, defense, and defense.

Such a weak retreat made Sikong Duoyue more and more sure that Wei Yuan was just a slap in the face and pretending to be fat. After all, Dan Taiyuan is not a useless man. Looking at all the disciples of the Heavenly Palace, if he fights with him, even if he can win by chance, no one can save half of his strength.

"Wei Yuan, stop struggling. Hand over the Xuanyu in your hand. I may be able to spare your life!"

Sikong was sure to win, and spoke with a grim smile while waving his sword.

Wei Yuan still didn't say anything. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Seeing that Wei Yuan did not reply, Sikong Duoyue was not angry. No matter whether Wei Yuan admits defeat or not, he will eventually die under his own sword. At that time, the Xuanyu on his body will still be his own, and the same goes for Dan Taiyuan.

Sikong Duoyue became more and more excited the more he thought about it. However, he had already learned from Li Xuantu how many good things the gods of martial arts performed this time were given as rewards. To put it bluntly, even if these things were placed in front of the monks in the Creation Realm or even the Eternal Realm, they would probably have a bloody storm. How could he not be jealous?

The sword energy in Sikong Duoyue's hand, who was extremely excited, became more and more sharp. Each sword stabbed Wei Yuan's vital point. It seemed that as long as he killed the person in front of him, everything would be rubbed.

But as this excitement became stronger and stronger, Sikong Duoyue seemed to be crazy. In this way, she became more and more contempt for Wei Yuan, who had been defending but dared not fight back. She waved her sword and started to move her sword, as if the cat who caught a mouse would always tease her before swallowing her.

And this is what Wei Yuan hopes to see, and only by showing the enemy as weak can he fight back.

The sword curtains in the sky covered people's eyes. People watching the battle around the mountains had no way to explore the situation in the mountains, and it was even more impossible to know who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was in the upper hand now.

However, even so, most people have guessed the result of this battle. The battle between Wei Yuan and Dan Tai Yuan was earth-shaking, and both of them were seriously injured. Wei Yuan finally resisted Dan Tai Yuan's heavy hammer and how could he still maintain his full posture? Now he competed with the disciples of the God of Leiyin Palace, and his victory was no more than half a percent.
Chapter completed!