The finals are promoted in the form of a challenge. No matter who the opponent is, as long as they fail once, they will lose the qualification to advance. If they win the challenge, they will advance to one round.

Five challengers are selected by drawing lots. The challengers can select any other five people who have not drawn the number.

The first one to come out was Mu Qiu from Tianhuo Academy, and he chose to challenge Mo Li from Lingyun Academy.

Mu Qiu's strength is slightly stronger than Mo Li. After a hundred moves, the two decided to win. Although Mu Qiu's strength was slightly better, it was not easy to win, and most of his spiritual power was consumed.

The second one to come out was Yun Yao of Zixia Academy. The opponent she chose was actually Ye Fei. Ye Fei touched his nose and walked onto the ring.

"Senior brother, I want to see your sword dance." Yun Yao said with a smile.

"Senior sister wait." Ye Fei walked off the ring, came to Zhang Xiaotian, borrowed an ordinary long sword, and walked onto the ring again.

"Senior sister, please." Ye Fei held the scabbard in his left hand and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword. The long sword did not sheath, and his expression became extremely focused.

Yun Yao shook the nine-section whip, like a lively ribbon, covering Ye Fei with a phantom all over the sky.

Her body movements were elegant and out of the dust, her footsteps flashed, and she floated in the air, just like a fairy dancing in the sky, carrying a trace of fairy aura.

Ye Fei stood still, without looking at Yun Yao, but looked down at the sword in his hand. The nine-section whip enveloped him in an instant, and his footsteps began to slide, and the range of flashing was controlled within a radius of five steps.

He allowed Yun Yao to change the nine-section whip, but he could not hit Ye Fei. His spiritual sense broke through Guizang, and the four meridians were connected, his agility was twice as high as before, and the dodge between square meters had reached the level of realization and virtualization.

Yun Yao took three steps back, stopped and said, "Senior brother, I know you are fast. I want to see your sword dance, not to compete with you."

"Uh, senior sister, I actually didn't find the opportunity to attack." Ye Fei didn't find the opportunity, he just didn't find the opportunity to defeat Yun Yao without hurting her.

He had at least four chances to kill one blow, but in this case, that chance is equal to not.

Although the old dean asked him to do his best, he did not dare to take risks. He returned the Yun Shuan to him so readily last night and even explicitly said that he would withdraw from the battle.

Yun Yao obviously had no murderous intention in the competition just now. She was indeed here to see his sword dance. If he used the move of one blow to kill, no matter what the result was, it would give people the impression of being cruel and ruthless.

"Okay, I'll let you take action first." Yun Yao flashed, then retreated three meters, and quietly looked at Ye Fei with a nine-section whip in his hand.

"Since my senior sister wants to see my sword dance, it's better for us not to use spiritual power. My realm is only at the sixth level of death, and spiritual power is definitely much worse than that of senior sister." Ye Fei spoke helplessly. It was really not easy to not hurt Yun Yao and defeat her. After thinking about it, he could only avoid hurting Yun Yao without using spiritual power.

"Okay, then you don't need spiritual power." Yun Yao nodded in agreement and signaled Ye Fei to take action first.

"Senior sister, be careful." Ye Fei drew his sword, pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yun Yao, and quickly approached the front. When the tip of the sword was only half a meter away from Yun Yao, his hands began to dance, and his steps continued to change directions.

Yun Yao's nine-section whip turned into an arc and wrapped around Ye Fei.

Ye Fei's long sword was picked up, instantly blocking the consistency of the nine-section whip, and his body quickly circled around Yun Yao. On average, every step he took would pierce out six swords.

Yun Yao blocked it tightly, and the nine-section whip turned into a shadow of the whip in the sky, constantly fighting with Ye Fei's sword. Ye Fei's sword dance was peaceful and peaceful, like a humble gentleman, without any tricky or weird changes.

The two of them fought back and forth, but they still had no choice but to win. This was the result of Ye Fei's constant concession. If Yun Yao wanted to watch Jianwu, then let her see enough to satisfy her curiosity.

After three sets of sword techniques in a row, Ye Fei found a small flaw in Yun Yao, gently pointed the sword on her shoulder, then took back seven steps, and stopped the sword.

"My swordsmanship is the only one I have seen in my life. The moves are exquisite and natural. If I guess correctly, I just had three chances to defeat my Nine-Class Whip." Yun Yao put away the Nine-Class Whip and asked with a smile.

"Then, the senior sister's nine-section whip makes the fire innocent. If the senior sister hadn't deliberately revealed her flaws, it would be really difficult for me to win." Ye Fei said politely.

He actually had eight chances to defeat Yun Yao just now, but he didn't choose to do that. He came to see Jian Wu. Before the three sets of sword techniques ended, he really didn't want to hurt Yun Yao.

"Senior brother, I'm optimistic about you, defeating them all, and taking back the Soul-killing Sword. I think only Liuyun and you can deserve that sword." Yun Yao smiled at Ye Fei and walked off the ring.

The five games were finished quickly, and Zhang Xiaotian also successfully entered the second round.

There were only five people left in the second round, and Ye Fei was very lucky. He drew a bye and went directly to the third round of championship competition.

Zhang Xiaotian defeated Mu Qiu and successfully advanced, while Murong Xin defeated Wang Sen and entered the final.

In the first game of the final, Ye Fei was definitely the first to play. He drew Zhang Xiaotian, and the final showdown between the two originally agreed on could only be held in advance.

"Senior brother, show your strength and let me see if you are Liuyun No. 2?" Zhang Xiaotian said with a smile.

This competition finally made others remember his Zhang Xiaotian's name, and his sword drawing skills were finally circulated among the top students of the Eight Colleges.

"Well, I will do my best." Ye Fei reached out to make a request.

"Senior brother, pay attention." Zhang Xiaotian focused on speed, his speed was different from Liuyun.

What he focused on was the instantaneous speed of drawing the sword, which was indeed much worse than Liuyun's all-round speed.

"Senior, come here." Ye Fei replied with a smile on the last moment, but became extremely focused the next moment.

"Fallen leaves and flying flowers, and the sword drawing technique." After Zhang Xiaotian shouted, his body instantly exuded a super strong aura.

When Ye Fei felt the powerful aura of Zhang Xiaotian, he quickly ran his spiritual power to cover his whole body to block the impact of the aura.

Before the sword arrived, Ye Fei felt that his qi was firmly locked by Zhang Xiaotian. He changed several directions in succession and found that he could not get rid of the qi lock.

He simply danced his long sword and instantly shook out more than twenty sword flowers. Each sword flower seemed to be an independent individual, forming defenses in front of him in an instant.

Zhang Xiaotian's sword posture has a forward-looking momentum. No matter what is ahead, I can only pass through it with one sword.

This kind of indomitable momentum requires countless victories to be condensed and produced, and is considered an invincible belief.

I really don’t know how he has such invincible belief under the shadow of the flowing clouds.
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