Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

Drenched in blood, like a blood man.

Sikong Changming's astonishing gesture at this moment shocked everyone.

"Is this kid so cruel?"

Many disciples' impression of Sikong Changming has changed a lot at this moment.

In the spectator seats, Wang Ye looked nervous and had already stood up, wanting to interrupt Dabi directly.

In his opinion, the winner of this competition has already been decided.

There was only one wound on Longshan's body. Although he looked grim, his life was safe.

On the other hand, Sikong Changming was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

If you drag it on any longer, your life will be in danger.

In this disciple contest, Sikong Changming had brought him enough surprises.

If the Beiyun Academy regretted losing an elite disciple because of a moment of fierce fighting, in Wang Ye's eyes, it would be a big loss.

However, the moment he got up.

The bald old man at the side stretched out his hand without hesitation and stopped him.

"sit down."

"No one can interfere with this competition."

"The law of the sect, in the competition, life and death are up to fate!"

The attitude of the bald old man at this moment is particularly firm.

His gaze was fixed on Sikong Changming.

"Sikong Changming, I remember this name."

"In this big competition, if there is any injury among the disciples, I will bear the responsibility."

A trace of regret flashed in the eyes of the bald old man, as if he was regretting something.

"The fight of disciples in the realm of Qimai actually involves the collision of Dao Heart!"

"If I knew about this situation earlier, I wouldn't let Longshan enter the competition."

"Right now, in order to keep his Dao heart intact, we can only let Bei Yuan Yuan lose a disciple."

The fight just now was extremely dangerous.

However, in the eyes of the bald old man, the most dangerous place is the will confrontation between the two.

Without the slightest compromise, only by completely defeating the opponent can the victory of this duel be proved.

But Long Shan's will has been slightly shaken just now.

This kind of indistinct, almost imperceptible detail, if overlooked.

When Longshan cultivates to a high level in the future, it will become a flaw in his Dao heart!

And the fastest way to help Longshan stabilize his self-confidence and strengthen his will.

Just let him continue to fight until Sikong Changming is completely defeated!

"After all, Longshan is a cultivator in the Spirit Pool Realm. Although he is a little weak in actual combat, his advantage is getting bigger and bigger if he drops ten times."

As the blood on Sikong Changming's body soaked through his clothes, his whole body was covered with scars, as if he had gone through hardships.

The tragic scene of walking out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood brought great visual impact.

Even many disciples in the audience couldn't help lowering their heads, not daring to look any further.

On the battle platform, Long Shan had been silent since just now.

He was accumulating strength, integrating the surging atmosphere of his body into the fist seal.

One punch decides the outcome!
The desire to win in my heart is stronger than ever.

Long Shan shouted angrily, his voice was like a thunderclap, and his momentum climbed to the peak.

"I have never lost before, and I will never lose in the future!"

He stepped forward and punched Sikong Changming with a fist.

The blood-clothed figure that stopped in place was originally like a solidified candle.

However, the moment Long Shan took a step, Sikong Changming also moved.

His throat was already hoarse, and the blood that was constantly overflowing made his words blurred.

"Fengmo Nimai!"

This is a forbidden method in the Fengmo Jue, which is mentioned occasionally.

Sikong Changming, who has inherited the complete exercise, has always been aware of this forbidden technique, but he has always restrained himself because he is worried about its huge sequelae.

Until now!

In the midst of sacrificing life and forgetting death, break through the limit.

The blood spattered from various wounds on his body just now is the performance of Sikong Changming's Wind Demon Negative Vessel.

The manic mana is like a train that is out of control, running wild in its own meridians.

Life is a journey of pedestrians.

There is the bleak figure when the leaves are falling in the autumn wind, and there is also Feng Xu's unrestrained and unrestrained spirit in the wind.

The undisciplined person who created the Fengmo Jue had a rough life, but looking at the ups and downs of his life, there were times when he was flourishing and full of vigor.

What is Fengmo!

It's stubbornness, it's freedom, it's desperate bravery!

At this moment, Sikong Changming was on the verge of exhaustion of energy, spirit and mind, including mana.

However, his will has reached an unattainable height.

It will be the top of the list, and the mountains are small.

If there are real elders of the Lanshan sect here, they can be seen at a glance.

This low-level disciple in the Qimai realm actually condensed the embryonic form of Dao Heart.

"war!"

Sikong Changming screamed hoarsely, and the wounds all over his body burst into blood again.

The uncontrollable aura overflowed from his body, far exceeding the limit of Qimai state.

The core difference between Qimai and Lingchi lies in the qualitative change of mana.

After entering the spirit pool, the monk's body will open up a natal spirit pool, which will compress the mana and turn it into a liquid state.

Because of the sublimation and changes of mana, when cultivators from the Spirit Pool cast spells, the power they can burst out is dozens or even hundreds of times that of cultivators with energy veins.

And Fengmo Nimai is in the Qimai realm, forcibly evolving the mana strength of the Spiritual Pond realm.

The rampant mana turned into a cyclone, running at high speed in the meridians of the body, continuously compressing, forcibly smelting out the power at the level of the spirit pool.

A blood shadow raged on the battlefield.

Wherever he went, he left bloodstains and footprints, which was shocking every step of the way.

However, Sikong Changming's aura seemed to have no limit, constantly breaking through and moving towards a higher level.

Thin blood mist filled the battle platform, making people terrified.

"kill!"

Long Shan swung his fist with majestic momentum, like a landslide, attacking and killing.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and the shaking in his heart became more and more obvious.

As Beiyun No.1, his strong self-esteem does not allow him to lose to others.

"One Hundred Thousand Mountains Transforming My Fist!"

Long Shan stepped forward and charged, his speed was not weaker than Sikong Changming.

The yellow sand was flying, the broken soil was scattered, and a burly figure collided with the blood shadow brazenly!
rumbling...

The battlefield exploded in an instant, and the huge cornerstone under his feet was shattered by the aftermath of the battle.

The scattered stones were shaken into broken sand by the aftermath of the fist print, and were wiped into ashes in the strong wind blowing all over the sky.

The pervasive blood flowed back with the strong wind, and condensed into a bloody sword in Sikong Changming's hands.

The sword collided with the fist, and there were hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting in an instant!
Until the end, the blood sword in his hand was almost gone, and Sikong Changming had a stern aura, but became more powerful.

"kill!"

A sword slashed down, splitting Longshan's condensed fist seal into two!
The sword light flashed and came out through the body.

Pfft... Blood splatters!

In the eyes of everyone, the burly figure who had never been defeated suddenly fell down.

Almost at the same time, Sikong Changming's precarious figure also collapsed to the ground.

In the spectator seats, Wang Ye muttered to himself, unable to make a choice.

"Both fell to the ground at the same time, who wins?"

The bald old man on the side was also shocked, feeling incredible about the battle just now.

Hearing Wang Ye's words, the bald old man's heart moved slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and said forcefully:

"Of course Longshan won."

"How could the future disciples of Lanshan Zongge's sect lose to others!"

Seeing that the bald old man was obviously protecting Longshan, Wang Ye was momentarily at a loss for words.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Bullshit!"

"Longshan lost, but another disciple won"