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

Qin Wuyang, the leader of Lieyang Peak, couldn't help but stand up and stared at the rain of swords above the arena.

"Xiao Yun can actually convert sword rain into fire attribute. How did he do it?"

Xie Jingfeng, the leader of Divine Sword Peak, murmured: "No...it's not just the fire attribute, it also contains metallicity and sword energy!"

Master Jingzhen, the leader of Shuiyue Peak, looked at the leader with an incredulous look on his face and said, "Brother, can the Three Ultimate Swords be used like this?"

The head master did not answer Master Jingzhen’s question.

His eyes never left the ring on the field.

"No, Han Yi is in danger, he is going to be defeated!" Elder Wuchen Peak Ancient Stone suddenly said loudly.

As soon as Elder Gu Shi finished speaking.

As expected, the giant sword condensed by Han Yi began to collapse!

The sky-wide rain of red swords slashed towards Han Yi with boundless murderous intent.

When the giant sword collapsed, Han Yijing was completely stunned. He even forgot to resist the rain of swords in the sky.

Han Yi watched with shock as countless blood-red swords stabbed him.

He murmured: "How is it possible...this is impossible!"

Xiao Yun controlled the sword rain to continuously plunder the spiritual power contained in Han Yi's attacks, and at the same time used the fire attribute sword rain to restrain Han Yi's sword moves.

At this moment, Xiao Yun's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he desperately squeezed out the last trace of spiritual power in his Dantian Qi Sea.

The meridians injured by the sword energy before were as painful as being burned by fire.

Although it was painful, he could not give up. Once he could no longer hold on, Han Yi's fatal blow was waiting for him.

Finally, the giant sword transformed by Han Yi collapsed.

Xiao Yun used up his last bit of spiritual power and controlled the sword rain to slash at Han Yi.

After this move, Xiao Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood and struck the ground with his broken sword to prevent himself from falling.

Are you finally going to win?

As expected, the chief disciple is not that easy to deal with.

Hunyuan Wuji Kung Fu, Sword Classic, and Three Ultimate Swords. There is only one of these three techniques that Xiao Yun has not mastered.

There is no way he can win the final victory.

Just when countless red swords were about to rain down on Han Yi, four figures suddenly appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Han Yi.

The four people held up a light yellow spiritual barrier to cover Han Yi.

Countless sword rains hit him like locusts all over the sky.

The light yellow spiritual power could not stop the trembling.

Even this terrifying red sword rain could not defeat the defensive barrier set up by the four Nascent Soul elders.

After completing its final mission, the sword rain in the sky completely dissipated.

Seeing the four referee elders take action, Xiao Yun knew that he had won.

An unspeakable feeling of exhaustion came over him.

Xiao Yun's vision went dark, and he fell backwards uncontrollably.

At this moment, a red figure suddenly rushed to the ring and caught Xiao Yun firmly without letting him fall.

Xiao Yun reluctantly opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was a red lotus mark between the visitor's eyebrows.

Xiao Yun smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Sister Chu..."

Chu Hongyan's eyes flashed, and the surprise on her face was mixed with a hint of joy: "Senior Brother Xiao, you won, you beat the senior brother Han Yi of Divine Sword Peak."

Xiao Yun smiled bitterly again and said nothing.

Although he won, he may not be able to compete in the next competition in his current state.

The agreement he made with his senior sister to meet for the finals could not be fulfilled in the end.

Xiao Yun endured the pain in his body and reluctantly stood up with Chu Hongyan's help.

At this time, the four referee elders had also fallen onto the ring.

Although Han Yi was not injured, it could be seen from his expression that Han Yi's heart was very complicated at this time.

As the eldest brother of Divine Sword Peak, he was holding the best weapon flying star, but he lost to a miscellaneous spirit root disciple who had just started and was holding a broken sword.

This kind of blow is ten thousand times more painful to him than death!

An elder referee announced in public that the winner was Xiao Zhufeng Xiao Yun.

When the result came out, the audience immediately burst into cheers like a roaring tsunami.

"Senior Brother Xiao is awesome~"

"We win, Senior Brother Xiao wins!"

"I knew that Senior Brother Xiao would win..."

The audience always has a kind of sympathy for the weak, and what everyone is more eager to see is this kind of upset scene where the weak defeats the strong.

Xiao Yun undoubtedly gave them an unforgettable viewing experience.

Those who were not optimistic about Xiao Yun at first fell silent.

Most of the ordinary disciples were extremely excited about Xiao Yun's victory.

Because Xiao Yun brought them more than just a wonderful game.

Xiao Yun also told them with practical actions that even if their spiritual roots were not good or their realm was not high, they could still defeat opponents stronger than themselves.

Because Xiao Yun did it!

They also put themselves into Xiao Yun's perspective.

In the special viewing seats, the leaders of each peak and the elders were all so surprised that they didn't say anything for a long time.

Xiao Yun really won!

One of his new disciples actually defeated the senior brother of Divine Sword Peak.

Xie Jingfeng's face was ashen and he looked at Xiao Yun for a long time without saying a word.

Finally he let out a long sigh.

He thought to himself: "Perhaps only in his hands can the Dragon-Slaying Sword be able to regain the glory of his father."

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword really chose the wrong master."

At this moment, Xie Jingfeng's heart was completely opened. He no longer worried about his father's sword being taken away by an outsider.

Rather, he sincerely hopes that Xiao Yun can shine the light of the Dragon-Slaying Sword in Eastern China again.

Because that's his father's sword!

Xie Jingfeng stood up and left first.

Elder Wuchen Peak Ancient Stone smiled and said to Yan Qinghui: "Junior Sister Yan, with such an amazing and talented disciple joining your sect, Xiaozhu Peak's name will definitely become famous all over the world in the future."

Yan Qinghui snorted coldly and had no words.

Yang Tianhua, the leader of Cyanwood Peak who had been silent until now, was about to feel regretful.

Xiao Yun took the initiative to join their Cyanwood Peak, but was rejected directly by him and even made some ridicule.

Looking back now, what happened to me when I accepted him as an outer disciple? Nothing will be missing?

Why are you saying those useless words?

If he had accepted Xiao Yun as his disciple that day, wouldn't their rise to the top of Qingmu Peak be just around the corner?

At this moment, Yang Tianhua knew that it was too late for him to say anything. He spat out the fat meat that was brought to his mouth. This feeling was even more disgusting than eating a fly.

The leader of Lieyang Peak frowned slightly when he saw his true disciple appearing in the ring.

Compared with Xiao Yun, the top-quality fire spirit root Chu Hongyan he had acquired suddenly became less popular.

There is no harm without comparison.

They are also disciples who started together.

Chu Hongyan didn't even survive the first three rounds, and Xiao Yun had already defeated the chief disciple of Divine Sword Peak.

Moreover, Chu Hongyan was carefully trained by him at all costs, while Xiao Yun was just taught by Wen Qing.

This strong sense of disparity made Qin Wuyang depressed and wanted to hit someone.

The master, with a smile on his face, took out a pill from his arms and handed it to Yan Qinghui who was standing aside.

"Junior sister, I think Xiao Yun seems to have been seriously injured. I have a "Seven Treasures Rejuvenation Pill" here. You can give it to him. After taking it, Xiao Yun's injuries can be recovered overnight, and there will be no hidden injuries. This way It won’t affect the subsequent competition.”

Seeing the master master taking out this precious elixir, the elders standing behind all looked shocked.

This "Seven Treasures Rejuvenation Pill" is a holy medicine for healing. Not only is it difficult to refine, but the materials are also extremely precious.

No matter how severe the external or internal injuries are, as long as you take it, you will recover within twelve hours.

No one in the entire Spirit Sword Sect has ever enjoyed this kind of elixir, and they didn't expect that the leader would actually give it to Xiao Yun.

This shows that the master really values ​​him.

Everyone looked at Yan Qinghui with envy, but unexpectedly Yan Qinghui just snorted and said: "No, senior brother, such precious elixirs should be given to those who really need it in the future."

"Xiao Yun will abstain from the following games. His injury is not that serious. He will recover after a few days of rest."