Burning Heaven

"That's right, Sect Leader, Wu Yue has indeed reached the late stage of distraction."

On the side, Master Lingbo said lightly, and smiled, and nodded towards Wuyue very satisfied.

"No, Shengjie, stop, stop..." The moment Wu Yue closed his eyes, Ming Guzi had understood everything, and he yelled frantically.

It's too late, it's already too late, Du Shengjie is like a lunatic at this moment, arrogant laughter fills the world, swords and shadows, like flying snakes, keep rolling in the air.

Just when thousands of sword shadows were about to pierce Wu Yue's body, Wu Yue's figure miraculously disappeared.

"What?" A shocking voice sounded from the thousands of sword shadows. The sword shadow hurriedly withdrew the sword and looked back in horror, but at this moment, a voice sounded from behind the sword shadow:

"Ruyang stick method - breaking"

The black stick, like a bright meteor, emitted a dazzling light on the gossip platform.

"No..." Terrified, shocked, and even unwilling, his voice was drowned out by the light in an instant.

After the roar, only heard:

"clang"

A crisp sound broke the tranquility of the square. It was the sound of the Pokong Sword falling. All the disciples took a closer look and saw that thousands of figures on the gossip stage had long since disappeared. Du Shengjie showed a terrified expression and trembled. And lowered his head, looking at his hands that were shaking back and forth.

Behind him was Wu Yue in Tsing Yi. Wu Yue tightly grasped the glossy black iron black jade stick and pressed it against Du Shengjie's back.

After a long time, there was thunderous applause in the square.

"Shengjie, as I said, using the old style will definitely defeat you." Although Wu Yue said lightly, she couldn't hide her panting breath in her tone.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." Du Shengjie laughed arrogantly, and immediately knelt down towards the sky. There was endless sadness in the laughter.

"Wu Yue, I admit that you are indeed very strong. Twenty years ago, in that martial arts competition, the two of us were tied. After that, I secretly made up my mind. This time, you and I must split up." A victory or defeat, these years, I practiced "Six Ding Qingyuan Swordsmanship" desperately, and finally the emperor paid off, and I finally practiced the fifth level - the Wanying style. Today, I wanted to not reveal my strength for the time being before you get entangled , at the last moment, in front of the disciples of the Three Religions, I used the Ten Thousand Shadows to defeat you to the ground, so as to wash away my humiliation of the past, hehehe... But, what I didn't expect was, Wu Yue, you actually reached At the late stage of distraction, the consciousness is already above me."

Du Shengjie lay on the ground and said in great pain. Then, Du Shengjie suddenly turned his head and said to Wu Yue who was extremely cold behind him:

"Wu Yue, I just want to ask you a question, is it because you deliberately showed that you are gradually losing the enemy in order to let me let go of my guard before, so that I can activate the Ten Thousand Shadows in advance, and when I am very proud, you deliberately do not dodge. , is to use the powerful consciousness in the later stage of distraction to see my real body at a glance, so that I can finally be humiliated under your stick, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it..."

The furious voice came from Du Shengjie's mouth. Du Shengjie's hands were constantly clutching his knees, and his long black hair was vertically on the ground, looking messy.

"Shengjie, you are the first disciple of the Sanqing sect in thousands of years to be able to practice the five-level "Six Ding Qingyuan Swordsmanship". Do you know that for more than 200 years, I, Wu Yue, have been fighting for you as a strong opponent. I feel very fortunate, but until today I realized that you have been blinded by hatred all these years, Shengjie, if today in this meaningless contest, you, Du Shengjie, could become so embarrassed If so, then you, Du Shengjie, are not worthy of cultivating immortals, let alone holding a sword!!!!"

"Clang clang clang..."

With a big kick, Wu Yue directly kicked the Pokong Sword lying on the ground into the air, and twitched the corners of her mouth, clutching the black iron Xuanyu stick tightly, and left the Eight Diagrams Stage angrily...

The audience was silent.

"rub…"

The Pokong Sword that was kicked into the air fell down quickly at this moment, stabbing right in front of Du Shengjie.

"Buzzing..."

The Pokong sword that had just landed was shaking from side to side.

"This, this,..."

In the auspicious clouds, all the elders and the headmaster were so angry that they could no longer speak, and the headmaster Lingbo was even more exaggerated, and even scolded Wu Yue on the spot in the sky...

After a long time.

"Wu Yue, a disciple of the Puritan sect, is out. In the first group, I declare that Du Shengjie, a disciple of the Puritan sect, wins!"

A shocking voice sounded, and in the sky, the head of Dao Kun looked at Du Shengjie who was kneeling on the stage, and said with a smile, it seemed that he had understood Wu Yue's intentions, and kept sliding his black goatee, smiling and nodding repeatedly.

"Nonsense!!!" Headmaster Lingbo angrily cursed again...

Afterwards, thunderous applause rang out from the gossip stage, but Lin Mofeng saw through the dark crowd that Du Shengjie, who was kneeling in front of the Pokong Sword, was not smiling at the moment, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably …………

For two hours, it was long and slow, and there were bursts of fierce shouts and sighs from the audience, but only the voice of Dao Kun's head remained steady and undisturbed:

"Bai Rong, a disciple of the Yuqing sect, is eliminated. In the third group, I declare that Lan Hu, a disciple of the Taiqing sect, wins."

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"Guo Dingding, a disciple of the Taiqing Sect, is out. In the fifth group, I declare that Bing Yan, a disciple of the Yuqing Sect, wins."

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"Super Puritan disciple Du Sheng outstanding game, the eighth group battle, I declare that Tai Puritan disciple Lan Hu wins"

The so-called being out, in fact, Du Shengjie didn't make a move at all, and he didn't even draw his sword. At the beginning of the battle, Du Shengjie didn't resist. Into the audience......

The battle is still in full swing, and another 20 years have passed. The elders and teachers of the Sanqing Sect have witnessed thousands of changes in hundreds of disciples at one time. They were amazed, shocked, and even unbelievable. In the contest where the giant dragon roared, it demonstrated the aura of the number one school in the world.Not long after, the competition in Group A was over, and the winner was the second disciple of the Puritanism, Lan Hu. Under the adoring eyes of the disciples of the three religions, Lan Hu forcibly dragged his seriously injured body and slowly stepped off the stage.

After Dao Kun's long-winded words, the second match, Group B duel, kicked off.

Before it even started, the audience couldn't hold back their excitement, especially Lin Mofeng. He had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. He once swore to the sky that he, Lin Mofeng must prove himself, must prove Zhenyao Pavilion, must prove that the Great Elder Qingwu did not misjudge anyone, and even never misjudged anyone! ! !

That solemn oath, perhaps under the starry sky,

Perhaps it is in the practice that life is worse than death,

More likely, in the middle of the night when no one is there, in the tearful eyes looking at the family heirloom...