You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

Zhong Xin looked at the flying sword energy with a horrified face.

He couldn't believe it.

Xiao Yun was obviously just a disciple of the Miscellaneous Spiritual Root who had just started, how could he release such fierce sword energy.

Zhong Xin instinctively wanted to dodge.

But the distance between him and Xiao Yun was too close.

Just as the thought of dodge emerged in his mind, the sword energy had already struck Zhong Xin's chest.

Zhong Xin felt a heartbreaking pain coming from his chest.

The powerful sword energy swept him away.

In mid-air, a large piece of blood flew.

The elder referee had already jumped onto the ring and held Zhong Xin in his arms.

The elder referee looked down.

A bone-deep wound on Zhong Xin's chest was oozing blood.

Zhong Xin's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were blue, and his face was pale and without any blood.

After the elder referee landed, he quickly tapped several large points on Zhong Xin's chest to stop his bleeding.

At the same time, he took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Zhong Xin's mouth.

The elder referee frowned and glanced at Xiao Yun. He didn't understand either. He was obviously a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Why can it emit terrifying sword energy comparable to the third level of the Golden Core Realm?

But at this time, the referee elder didn't have time to ask any more questions.

He picked up Zhong Xin and flew directly to Longshou Peak's medical center with his sword.

The handyman disciples who were watching the game in the audience were all dumbfounded.

"What happened? Xiao Yun beat Senior Brother Zhong Xin to the point of being seriously injured and on the verge of death?"

"How is this possible? What kind of cultivation is he? Is he really a miscellaneous spirit root?"

"Senior Brother Zhong Xin is a true disciple at the third level of the Golden Core Realm. How could he be defeated?"

Even if these 1 handyman disciples didn't believe it, the facts were before their eyes, Xiao Yun had indeed won.

"No wonder Xiao Yun dares to be so arrogant in doing things. It turns out that he is so strong."

"In this way, the fact that Xiao Yun recognized the owner of the Dragon-Slaying Sword is not because of bad luck, but because he really has the strength."

At this moment, the eyes of the handyman disciples in the audience when they looked at Xiao Yun had completely changed.

Fear, shock, confusion, some even had a hint of admiration!

Xiao Yun was standing on the ring in a daze.

He didn't expect that Zhong Xin would be injured like that.

He didn't expect that Zhong Xin couldn't even block his own sword energy.

This sword energy came from Zhong Xin himself.

I just absorbed and converted it and returned it.

In fact, it is normal for Zhong Xin to be unable to block this sword energy.

Firstly, the distance was too close, and secondly, Xiao Yun's sword energy was already comparable to a full blow from the third level of the Golden Core.

Zhong Xin is only at the third level of Jindan.

Metallic spiritual power mainly kills, and the attack is far stronger than the defense.

Not to mention that Zhong Xin was only at the third level of the golden elixir, even if he was at the fourth or fifth level of the golden elixir, without the protection of a magic weapon, he would still be seriously injured if he was hit by this move.

Li Bingyan from Blackwater Palace stood in the corner and looked at Xiao Yun with a frown.

"As expected of my good grandson, he has some strength."

"My vision is indeed good, dear grandson, before you meet me, you must not lose to others."

Xiao Yun slowly looked away from the retreating elder referee.

He sighed softly and turned around to get off the ring.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped onto the ring and stood in front of Xiao Yun.

He shouted sternly: "Xiao Yun, you have such a dark heart. My sixth junior brother has no enmity against you. Why do you want to kill him?"

Xiao Yun looked up and saw that the visitor was none other than Han Yi, the senior brother of Divine Sword Peak.

Han Yi held a long sword and stared at Xiao Yun with an angry face.

Xiao Yun felt guilty and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he asked: "What do you want?"

"Huh, what do I want?"

Han Yi pulled out the long sword in his hand with a "canglang" sound, pointed it at Xiao Yun and shouted angrily: "Show your dragon-slaying sword, and I will seek justice for the third junior brother Zheng Rui and the sixth junior brother Zhong Xin today."

Xiao Yun glanced at Han Yi and said impatiently: "Today's competition is over. I don't want to fight with you."

"What? Are you afraid?"

"Do you really think that since you have become a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, no one from other peaks will dare to touch you?"

"You hurt someone and you still want to leave like this?"

"Today you have to compete, even if you don't compete, you have to compete!"

Although Xiao Yun hurt Zhong Xin, it was unintentional. Seeing Han Yi being so aggressive, Xiao Yun felt a little unhappy.

He snorted coldly and said, "Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Since you're not afraid, then show your sword!" Han Yi said angrily.

"Cang Ang~" a dragon roared.

The dragon-slaying sword was unsheathed.

Xiao Yun held the Dragon-Slaying Sword in one hand and looked directly at Han Yida: "Since you want to try my Dragon-Slaying Sword, then I will play with you."

Han Yi looked at the dragon-slaying sword in Xiao Yun's hand.

The body of the Dragon-Slaying Sword is as green and white as a dragon, the blade is as cold as autumn water, and its sharpness is overwhelming.

Although he was several feet away, Han Yi could already feel the soul-stirring murderous aura emanating from the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

The mountain-holding treasure of Divine Sword Peak is now in the hands of an outsider. As the senior brother of Divine Sword Peak, how can Han Yi endure it.

The stronger the Dragon-Slaying Sword is, the more he wants to take the Dragon-Slaying Sword back to Divine Sword Peak.

Relying on his high level of cultivation, Han Yi showed no fear.

The long sword in his hand was buzzing, and the pure white Gangjin sword energy was hesitating on the tip of the sword.

Just when Han Yi was about to fight Xiao Yun to the death, a light blue figure floated into the ring.

Wen Qing stood in front of Xiao Yun with the Ice Soul Sword and looked directly at Han Yida: "Senior Brother Han, the competition is over. If Senior Brother is still unsatisfied and Junior Sister is not talented, please teach Senior Brother Han the swordsmanship."

Han Yi looked at Wen Qing who suddenly appeared with gloomy eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Junior sister Wen Qing, this is a matter between me and Junior Brother Xiao. Please don't interfere."

Wen Qing said calmly with an expressionless face: "Xiao Yun is my junior brother at Xiaozhufeng, and his affairs are my affairs."

Han Yi turned his eyes to Xiao Yun and snorted coldly: "Xiao Yun, do you only dare to hide behind your senior sister? If you are an upright man, come out and compete with me."

Xiao Yun sneered and was about to step out when Wen Qing frowned and glared at Xiao Yun: "Junior brother, what do you want to do?"

Xiao Yun sighed and said, "Senior sister, he has said so. If I retreat, won't it ruin the reputation of our Xiaozhu Peak?"

"Sister, you don't have to worry about me, I may not lose to him."

Wen Qing said angrily: "Can you please stop acting like a child? Even if you want to compete with Senior Brother Han Yi, it's not now. What's going to happen if you fight now?"

"Sister..."

Xiao Yun still wanted to explain, but Wen Qing said in a deep voice: "Stop talking and go back to Xiaozhu Peak immediately. Leave the matters here to me, Senior Sister."

Xiao Yun sighed, unable to resist senior sister Wen Qing, and was about to leave.

Han Yi suddenly said in a cold voice: "You are a waste of spiritual roots, a shrunken turtle who can only hide behind women, go back to your Xiaozhu Peak and chop bamboo! Hide in Xiaozhu Peak for the rest of your life and never come out again, otherwise you will be embarrassed." "

Xiao Yun was already feeling angry, but after hearing Han Yi's words, the body he had just turned away suddenly turned back again.

Xiao Yun stared at Han Yi with a sullen face and said, "Do you dare to say what you just said again?"