I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

"It turns out that the guqin is his natal magic weapon." Su Zuo thought for a while, "That Tao is very powerful."

Xiaojian: "If you can defeat him, wouldn't you be stronger?"

Su Zuo said casually: "I'm sorry to say that. The credit should be given to the sword monument. After all, it is its sword intention."

Xiaojian: "..."

Stele spirit: "!"

After the guqin disappeared, Su Zuo's speed became faster, Lei Jingxiu no longer distractedly manipulated his natal magical weapon, and the momentum of the stick technique was even more terrifying than before.

The monks who were watching were amazed, and the monks who were optimistic about the two were evenly matched.

Lei Jingxiu's expression became more solemn.

He didn't show it too obviously. In fact, putting away the guqin was already the beginning of his weakness.

The real target of Su Zuo's sword attack was the guqin in the air. His guqin moved according to his will. If he wanted to hit it, he would have no time to care about it, and he wouldn't even be able to put away the guqin.

He never expected that the other party would actually do it with one move at this time. After a sudden thought, he could not accept the piano, because without the help of Qin Yin, it meant that he would be defeated in that move. The delay did not change the outcome.

After arguing for a long time, Lei Jingxiu couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you still getting stronger?"

Su Zuo said matter-of-factly: "You have become stronger too."

Lei Jingxiu almost broke through: "Can it be the same?"

He was forced to reveal more of his trump cards, but the opponent kept using similar moves to deal with him, seeming to be constantly gaining enlightenment under his attack.

People may not notice it, but his experience is obvious.

If he hadn't known it well on the field, he would have thought he was giving tricks to others.

This scene is really similar.

It's just that the referees are usually elders, and the spectators are fellow disciples.

At this time, the discussion in the audience also revealed something, and a voice murmured, "This sword intention..."

"I seem to have seen this sword intent before?"

"Fellow Taoist, you have also seen the sword monument on the outskirts of Pingbei City..."

"How did this sword intention appear in Ning Bei's hand? Is she a descendant of that venerable person?"

"I have heard that the sword monument was taken away by Prince Heian."

"Then the prince can actually take away the sword monument? Didn't it mean that no one has been able to do it for thousands of years?"

"Fellow Taoist, this is what you don't know. Before Prince Ping An took away the sword monument, the sword's intention had already begun to dissipate!"

"His entourage said that the sword spirit was taken away by a girl. No one has found any trace of the girl. Now it seems that the one who took the sword spirit away is Ning Bei!"

"Ning Bei's sword intention is so powerful, how to deal with it?"

While everyone was talking, some people in the dark had deep thoughts in their eyes and left quietly.

Many people have the feeling of witnessing history.

The sword monument was regarded as a rare opportunity, but the final winner turned out to be a girl.

Even if he is a genius, he is still too young.

Lei Jingxiu, who was on the field, vaguely heard the rumors and knew that the situation was over.

The long knife in the girl's hand was gaining momentum again. He finally made up his mind and shouted in a deep voice: "I surrender!"

Su Zuo regretfully accepted the move.

"Assignment."

Su Zuo was not surprised that Lei Jingxiu gave up.

If you win this game, you can enter the top 18. If you lose, you will have to rely on competition to determine the next ranking. Retaining your strength is a wise choice.

After disappearing from everyone's sight, Su Zuo did not return to the inn immediately.

Finding her looking in the direction of the arena, Miyagawa asked, "What are you looking at?"

Su Zuo stared at the crowd carefully: "I don't know if it's because of the large number of people, but something else got mixed in. It's not the breath of spiritual power."

In the last duel, she almost tried her best. After the challenge, she was still sharper than usual. The whispers of everyone were extremely clear in her ears, and the slightly abnormal aura was like ink dots on white paper. Once she noticed it, It was extremely bright, but its traces disappeared very quickly.

Gonghe said casually: "It's not surprising that spies from other races would join in on such a big event. Do you want to go back and have a look?"

Su Zuo: "Let's see...where did Lao Qi and Lao Ba go?"

Miyagawa sighed: "I went to watch the excitement."

It can also be said that it is to test the strength of the contestants.

When he returned to the crowd, Su Zuo's restless spirit had calmed down, "Senior brother, did you realize something was wrong?"

"No." Miyagawa looked at her curiously, "How did you find out before?"

Su Zuo regretted: "It's unexpected, I can't see it now."

Gonghe smiled and said: "Don't worry, if the sky falls, there will be tall people who can hold it up. Maybe they have been captured."

In such a situation where monks are everywhere, no one will release their spiritual consciousness in a big way, otherwise if they meet a high-level monk with a bad temper, such behavior is likely to be regarded as a provocation. Once the strong one wants to teach him a lesson, the weak one will extremely Easily subject to backlash.

Su Zuo looked at it for a while. At least everyone on the field was normal.

Gong He suddenly pointed to the distance: "Junior sister, look, have you seen the Dark Spirit Root?"

Su Zuo was very surprised: "I've never seen it before. It looks a bit like demonic energy."

The two of them walked towards the field over there.

Miyagawa muttered: "It is somewhat similar, but the demonic energy is much more complex, and it is very easy to dominate and lose control. If humans cultivate demons, they will most likely lose their minds. Otherwise, how can we say that they become obsessed."

Fortunately, the two of them were communicating, otherwise it would have been strange for others to not notice such a public discussion about how to cultivate demons after having seen demonic energy.

Now everyone's eyes are focused on the arena, and there are even many monks coming.

The boy's body was covered by dark spiritual power. No matter what attribute of spiritual power it was, it would be affected and dimmed when it was close to his spiritual power.

"The dark spiritual root is actually a rare dark spiritual root! I have never seen it before!"

"I have seen one, but his cultivation level is much different. What is this Qi Zhuoyi's background?"

"It must have a great origin. There is no reason why spiritual roots are rare. There are very few pure dark spiritual powers in natural spiritual stones. If you want to practice with such spiritual roots, you must have a rich family background, not to mention your natural talent. ah!"

"Why are the dark spiritual roots exposed in this scene?"

"I am already blessed with two spiritual roots, and one is a dark spiritual root. This genius is really a leader!"

After learning that there were dark spiritual roots appearing here, Yan Weiran and Mu Yuzhou, who had been wandering around without a trace, also came and joined the crowd to watch the fun.

Normal geniuses usually only focus on participating in martial arts tournaments on the continent where their sect is located, otherwise they won't have to practice and just fight everywhere. This event was quite unexpected, so much so that the final winner was in suspense.

Both monks on the field are holding swords.

When Qi Zhuoyi released his dark spiritual power, his opponent looked a little surprised.

The swords were facing each other, and Qi Zhuoyi's opponent tried to avoid the edge of the dark spiritual power. The distance between the two gradually widened, but Qi Zhuoyi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him.

The two faced each other from a distance, and the tense atmosphere relaxed a little.

At this moment, Qi Zhuoyi suddenly put away the long sword in his hand.

A long bow appeared in his hand. The bow was simple and heavy, and the dark lines looked like it was made of iron stone.

It only took a moment to draw the bow and set the arrow, and the sharp arrow flew out immediately. The bright and dying spiritual power was like the demonic fire in purgatory, flying away with a terrifying power, as fast as lightning.

Whoosh!

The sound of sharp arrows piercing the flesh was not obvious in the noisy discussion of the people. The long bow in his hand opened without pause, and another arrow was fired.

Blood splattered.