Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 81 Winning

Sun Yao, who was rushing forward, hit the green wave of air head-on. His face changed drastically, and it was too late to avoid it. He had to summon his true energy and pour it into the Jinghong Fairy Sword, and the white light of Jinghong flourished. It suddenly collided with the green air wave sweeping towards him.

There was a loud roar, a violent storm, and the two forces violently collided with each other. The momentum was overwhelming. The stone slabs on the arena that had been blessed by the defensive barrier suddenly shattered under the violent energy and turned into countless stone fragments. The excitement was endless. If it weren't for the defensive array on the stage, I don't know how many onlookers would have suffered from this wave of gravel flying.

Even so, under this mysterious and almost weird blue air wave, more than half of the sixteen enchantment formations on the arena roared, and the surrounding defensive enchantment formations that were half like a water curtain were shaky and almost collapsed. The child was broken by the blue air wave.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and there was still one person standing on the messy arena, the young man holding an ancient blue sword.

As for Sun Yao, he fell helplessly in the ruins of the arena, with several broken stone slabs still weighing on his body.

Everyone's expressions changed, and their eyes were focused on the young man.

At this moment, almost everyone noticed that Ye Xiaochuan's temperament seemed to have changed. There was a sense of vicissitudes, a sense of desolation, and a sense of disdain for all the people in the world.

Where is the aura that a fifteen-year-old boy should have? It seems like what an old man who has lived for thousands of years and seen through the world of mortals should have.

The white-haired Elder Yang removed the broken ring formation, strode onto the ring, and hurriedly checked Sun Yao's injury.

At this moment, Sun Yao was unconscious, but his Taoism was firmly established and his life was not in danger.

Elder Yang's face became very strange. He stood up and glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, who was standing opposite and exuding an endless desolate temperament. It seemed that he didn't even believe it, and he said with some hesitation: "Senior nephew Ye, you win."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a hot pan of oil. The crowd in the audience burst into excitement and uproar.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak, let alone move. The dazzling cyan light of the bladeless sword in his hand quickly faded away.

Then, in the eyes of countless people who couldn't believe it, his momentum relaxed, as if all his strength had been drained out in an instant, his body fell backwards, sprawled on the ring, and he also passed out. .

Zhu Changshui, Xiaochi and others who had always been friends with Ye Xiaochuan immediately ran onto the ring. Xiaochi shook Ye Xiaochuan and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Brother Xiaochuan! Brother Xiaochuan! You don't want to die! You don't want to die!"

Zhu Changshui and Yang Quanyong took out a small medicine bottle at the same time, poured out a few orange pills from it, pried open Ye Xiaochuan's mouth and fed them.

Zhao Shilin, Yuan Yangzhen, and Chen Youdao took out the golden sore medicine and bone repair ointment and turned Ye Xiaochuan's body over to see if there were any injuries or broken bones.

At this moment, an unusual whirring sound seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

"Huhu..."

Everyone listened carefully and found that the strange whirring sound came from Ye Xiaochuan's mouth. Listening carefully again, they found that the sound turned out to be snoring.

Ye Xiaochuan was not unconscious at all, but fell asleep!

Xiaochi reacted, stood up immediately, kicked Ye Xiaochuan angrily, and said angrily: "I thought you were dead! You are sleeping in the middle of the day!"

Zhu Changshui and others also looked at each other, dumbfounded, and then several people carried the sleeping Ye Xiaochuan off the ring with all their hands.

Outside the main hall, the drunk Taoist saw his apprentice lying on the Xun position, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He was extremely worried and was about to tell the leader Yujizi to go and take a look.

Yu Jizi spoke first, saying: "Junior Brother Yunhe, Junior Brother Zui, you two disciples seem to be injured. You go over and take a look."

Taoist Yunhe and Taoist Zui stood up at the same time. Both of them had worried looks on their faces and said, "Yes, Senior Brother."

After saying that, the two elders almost jogged down the white jade stone steps and walked towards the Xun position arena in the southwest.

The battle between Ye Xiaochuan and Sun Yao was beyond anyone's expectations. First, Ye Xiaochuan crushed Sun Yao with a Thousand Swords style, and then Sun Yao defeated Ye Xiaochuan with a Qiankun sword.

Seeing that Sun Yao was about to win, Ye Xiaochuan just waved the fairy sword magic weapon in his hand casually, and a blue light wave swept past, not only breaking the Qiankun sword, but also leaving the arena in a mess. Sun Yao also As a result, his hand was injured and he passed out on the spot. Ye Xiaochuan won this round of competition.

When everyone was stunned by this ending, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly lay sprawled in the ruins of the arena. He seemed to be in a coma, but in fact, his mental strength was greatly damaged and he fell asleep.

No one knows how Ye Xiaochuan defeated Sun Yao, and no one can tell what Ye Xiaochuan's last move was when he casually waved the fairy sword. This fight was truly the most exciting one in the past three days.

Until now, everyone has recognized a cruel reality. Ye Xiaochuan, who has always been weak, has been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger for these years, and his moral character is unimaginable.

Outside the crowd, Yao Xiaofu watched Xiaochi directing several young disciples of the Cangyun Sect to lift the unconscious Ye Xiaochuan down on the ring. She couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly.

Fairy Liubo on the side said slowly: "Xiaofu, what do you think of Ye Xiaochuan's competition?"

Yao Xiaofu looked at Fairy Liubo with a charming look and said slowly: "Why do you ask me this question?"

Fairy Liubo's eyes seemed to be sparkling with water waves, and said: "I can see that there is something strange about this competition, how can you not see it?"

Yao Xiaofu coughed lightly and said nothing.

Fairy Liubo continued, "It's the sword in his hand."

There was a faint and charming smile on Yao Xiaofu's cheek, but his expression didn't seem to change. He said, "What did you say?"

Fairy Liubo said, "When he offered this sword the day before yesterday, you blurted out the four words 'Frontless Divine Sword'. What is the origin of the Frontless Divine Sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand? Don't think I can't see it. Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation is not very good. It is estimated that he is at most in the middle stage of the Yuanshen realm. The reason why he was able to defeat Sun Yao is largely due to the strange sword in his hand. Also, if I remember correctly, the moment when Ye Xiaochuan's sword was unsheathed was the moment when the Dust-Chopping Sword on Yun Qiyou's body moved abnormally. It was the Frontless Divine Sword in his hand that caused the Dust-Chopping Sword to move abnormally, right?"

The charming smile on Yao Xiaofu's beautiful and fair face gradually subsided. She glanced at Yun Qiyou standing not far away intentionally or unintentionally.

Slowly said: "I will tell you about Wufeng later. I am worried about something now."

Fairy Liubo said: "What?"

Yao Xiaofu said faintly: "I ordered the wrong mandarin duck."