Harvesting Yin

On the stone platform, the elder in charge began to announce the results of the lottery.

The ten disciples draw lots, and only when two disciples are drawn by each other can the competition begin.

If different draws are drawn, the next round of draws will proceed.

The last round of competition was very important to them, and the senior Qingyuan sect set this rule for the sake of fairness, lest anyone would be dissatisfied.

Fortunately, in the first round of lottery, two disciples drew each other.

One of them was actually Liao Xiaoxuan whom Yang Que paid close attention to.

The elder in charge announced the name list, and when Liao Xiaoxuan and that skinny disciple from Qingyuan got on the stone platform, he retreated to the edge of the stone platform with an expression on his face, announcing the start of the competition.

In the eyes of the two, a strong fighting intent burst out at the same time. They sacrificed their spirit swords, said "please" to each other, and then stimulated their magic power. The swords in their hands were sharp, and they fought fiercely together.

The disciples in the audience watched the battle on the stage with bated breath, and stopped talking casually. [

The last five matches are related to the fate of each disciple. Naturally, they will use all their strength to fight each other with their lives, so the fighting skills are extremely exciting.

Standing under the stage, Yang Que stared at the fierce battle between the two with a flash of light in his eyes, secretly sweating for Liao Xiaoxuan.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, Liao Xiaoxuan was too aggressive, and was directly dodged by the opponent, and his sword slashed on his body protection mask. Under the dazzling sword light, he couldn't help but "clumsily" retreated.

The thin little disciple was overjoyed, took advantage of the situation and followed closely, pushing the spirit sword in his hand to the limit, and slashed towards Liao Xiaoxuan again.

Liao Xiaoxuan was caught off guard.The protective mask was shattered, and his body flew upside down, rolling down to the edge of the stone platform.Almost fell down.

Yang Que's heart tightened slightly, he clenched his fists, and looked at him with worry.

"Junior Brother Liao, still not admitting defeat?"

That skinny disciple was also kind-hearted, and didn't want to take his life, but urged the sword glow.Sweeping out, trying to force him off the stone platform.

Liao Xiaoxuan gritted his teeth and jumped up suddenly.The left hand made a tactic, and the spirit sword in his hand buzzed, as if echoing.

When he blocked it with his horizontal sword, he easily regarded it as the opponent's menacing sword light.Immediately the body shot out.Attack that skinny disciple again!

On the stone platform, the light was shining brightly, and various fighting techniques emerged one after another.

Liao Xiaoxuan fell down once, stood up, fell down again, stood up again, his eyes were full of determination.It seems that for this competition, even if you lose your life.Absolutely regret it!

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body suffered a lot of injuries, but he didn't flinch in any way, stood up once, and rushed forward, and his aura seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

The skinny disciple became more and more frightened as he fought, the mana in his body was consumed rapidly, his face turned pale, every time Liao Xiaoxuan got up, he felt dreadful, and the light of the spirit sword in his hand gradually dimmed. [

"I once inadvertently ate a spiritual fruit, and the mana that can be stored in my body is more than that of ordinary monks, so as long as I don't die, I must fight on, and his mana will always be exhausted!"

Feeling the opponent's momentum getting weaker and weaker, the light in Liao Xiaoxuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the spirit sword in his hand became more and more fierce every time.

Finally, the mana in the skinny disciple couldn't bear such a fierce fighting technique, with a "poof", the protective mask on his body was cut by Liao Xiaoxuan's sword, and the spirit sword in his hand also wailed and flew out backwards.

His heart sank, and he sighed secretly: Forget it, forget it, today I met someone who is desperate and has much stronger mana than me, so I will not die unjustly.

Immediately, close your eyes and wait for death.

However, after Liao Xiaoxuan cut through his protective mask, the spirit sword did not take advantage of the momentum, but landed firmly on his clothes, saying: "Senior brother Hu, do you want to continue?"

The disciple was slightly startled when he heard the words, and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that he didn't hurt the killer, he couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Even if I want to continue, the mana in my body is exhausted. Brother Liao, I admit defeat." Yes, thank you for your mercy."

Liao Xiaoxuan put away the spirit sword, cupped his hands, and said: "Brother Hu is stronger than me, but I happen to have some chances, you can kill me a few times, but you didn't continue to attack, but waited for me to get up and fight again. I, Liao Xiaoxuan, will definitely remember what happened today."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the skinny disciple's mouth, he nodded, turned around, picked up the spirit sword, and got off the stone platform.

The elder in charge looked at Liao Xiaoxuan, and there was a hint of gentleness in his indifferent eyes, then he glanced at the disciples in the audience, and announced: "Student of Luoxueyuan, Liao Xiaoxuan wins, and he is qualified to live in Luohuayuan!"

"Thank you, elder!" Liao Xiaoxuan trembled slightly when he heard these words, his face was full of excitement.

"Wow! Finally, there is a person who survived victoriously." All the disciples looked at him enviously.

Liao Xiaoxuan's eyes were filled with excitement, he stepped down from the stone platform, and caught sight of Yang Que inadvertently. He saw a smile on his face, as if he was sincerely happy for his victory.

He was slightly taken aback, thinking of the scene of the competition with this "Chen Yulin" junior brother before, some inexplicable feelings flowed in his heart: Junior brother Chen seems to be very friendly to me, in that round of competition, he could obviously win against me, but he was so frightened that he took the initiative to admit defeat Oh, and later he killed Jiang Yun with one move. Could it be that he deliberately let me win?

Thinking of this, he was terrified in his heart, took another deep look at Yang Que, and secretly decided that after the game, he must ask him carefully.

After the disciples gradually calmed down, the elder in charge took out the bamboo sticks again, and said, "There are still eight disciples left. Come on stage now and continue drawing lots."

This time the lottery was drawn differently, and none of them complied with the rules.

In the next two draws, two disciples finally drew each other.

The fierce fighting method started again.

After the winner was decided, the remaining six disciples continued to draw lots, but this time the lottery made all the disciples suddenly silent, with strange expressions on their faces at the same time.

As a result of the lottery, two pairs of disciples actually drew each other, that is to say, only the last two disciples remained.

As for the last two disciples, there was no need to draw lots, and they were already doomed to be opponents.

Yang Que stood quietly under the stage, feeling the eyes of all the disciples looking at him suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a little ironic in his heart.

Standing not far from him, Zhao Xun also looked at him with burning eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Hai stood in the crowd, his face was full of excitement, his eyes were full of hatred and sinister, his heart was extremely happy.

The last two disciples failed to draw each other, but they were destined to become rivals. Both of them were disciples of Qingfengyuan, one was Zhao Xun, and the other was naturally Yang Que.

"Reality is so cruel."

In Luohuayuan's team, Lian Qing showed pity in her eyes, looked at Yang Que, and shook her head slightly.