In the intense atmosphere, the advantage of the home court emerged.

Thousands of viewers were disciples of Xuanling Holy Sect, and the other nine sects only came by a dozen people. They seemed to want to shout and cheer up, but they were instantly suppressed by the excited shouts.

The god-transforming monks who come with the fusion stage or accompany the team can shout and cheer for the mighty spiritual energy, and will definitely suppress the shouts of thousands of people in an instant.

But who can bear to fight with the old face with a group of disciples who build the Foundation Pill?

On the Saint Maiden Peak, Liu Qianman sat cross-legged under the huge sculpture. Listening to the shouts coming from afar, the cold face couldn't help but look irritable.

Compared with the lively and exciting martial arts venue, the Saint Maiden Peak, which is drifting in the wind and snow, looks cold and lonely.

If a familiar person is present at this moment, you will be stunned in surprise!

Because, her image has completely changed at this moment.

Dragging with trauma and huge spiritual blow, I returned to the Saint Maiden Peak to sit cross-legged.

Without the power of spiritual energy, the wind and snow were blown away, just like an ordinary person, letting the snowflakes fall on his body.

Under the double blow, the image changed drastically overnight!

The originally black hair turned white overnight, and even the eyebrows became snow-white. Under the cold breath, it looked like an ice sculpture without emotion!

Liu Qianman opened her eyes, and thin snowflakes fell from her slender white eyelashes.

A pair of cold eyes seemed to be bloodshot, turning red, emitting a cold light that devoured people!

Her white teeth clenched, and the name that made her wish to tear it to pieces popped out from the gaps: "Xia~Yu~Tong~! You wait, I will definitely kill you with my own hands, so that everyone knows that there is only one saint in the Xuanling Holy Sect, and that is me!"

The white and cold figure exuded a strong sense of resentment, and the shocking murderous intent burst out in its red eyes!

Gradually, Liu Qianman's murderous intent was reduced and his eyes stabilized.

However, the red eyes could not fade away under the strong hatred.

Liu Qianman raised her slender white and tender arms and looked at her slender fingers quietly.

After a moment, a look of determination appeared in his eyes, as if he had made up a certain determination.

He gritted his teeth and said to himself with hatred, "Since that bitch can destroy his cultivation and re-cultivate, so can I!"

"Hu~" Take a deep breath, pinch your fingers, and slowly press your eyebrows.

Bang!

With Liu Qianman as the center, a riotous spiritual energy exploded, and the fluctuations spread around like ripples.

Crack~ The sound of glass shattering seemed to be in the dantian.

Suddenly, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, covering the lonely figure.

Liu Qianman's peak momentum at the Jindan stage began to weaken, and he fell from the Jindan stage to the Foundation Establishment stage.

When the snowflakes in the sky returned to peace, the snow-white figure no longer had any fluctuations in the spiritual energy. An ordinary person undoubtedly had an ordinary person.

There seemed to be a little more ordinary people's emotional fluctuations on her face, and a little less cold.

By abolishing one's own cultivation, the mood affected by the martial arts will return to normal.

However, the red eyes couldn't help but feel like they were looking at each other and stopped.

At this moment, Liu Qianman had completely sacrificed his strength, and the continuous blows shattered the last bit of hesitation in his heart, and he had to start practicing from scratch regardless of whether he was ignoring the situation.

"Wait, I will kill you!"

...

In the martial arts performance field, Xia Yutong was fluttering in white clothes and fell lightly on the ring.

Suddenly, the disciples of Xuanling Holy Sect in the stands shouted excitedly!

Gu Jianfeng narrowed his eyes, raised his lips slightly, and said proudly: "This is the pride of the sect!"

Li Wenxuan showed a bright smile on his face, touched his beard and said with appreciation: "The sect is so cohesive, why worry about not prospering!"

“That’s right, it’s right!”

Several other fusion cultivators nodded slightly and showed satisfied smiles in the atmosphere of shouting thousands of disciples.

Only Liu Ruhui's face was gloomy, her eyes swept over her eyes, and even saw many core disciples who were training, shouting hard, almost shattering her teeth!

Seeing thousands of disciples’ recognition of Xia Yutong, my heart kept sinking.

An inexplicable feeling arises in my heart: the people's hearts are dispersed, and the team is difficult to lead...

With the order of the incarnation monk, the momentum of the two on the ring began to increase.

Xia Yutong patted her white and tender little hand and said politely: "Saint Yanyue, please!"

After great ups and downs and five years of hardships, the ruthlessness of fighting has been worn out, and the mind is far more stable than that of peers.

Saint Yan Yue couldn't help but be stunned on her beautiful face. In the past four battles, she was full of gunpowder when she went on stage!

At the same time, I couldn't help but look up to the ex-saint in front of me.

"An opponent with such a state of mind is difficult to deal with!"

He bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Xia, please!"

Xia Yutong's red lips were slightly raised, and her aura instantly became sharp. There seemed to be an unparalleled sword intent under the cold breath.

Bai Ze raised his right arm, and a sharp sword blade made of cold air quickly condensed, and a biting cold light was spitting on the sharp blade.

Whoosh~!

Xia Yutong threw his backhand and launched the attack first. The sharp sword blade shot out with a cold light.

Saint Yanyue raised her eyebrows, knowing that it was the other party's temptation, and she easily avoided it with a flash of figure.

He looked at the beautiful figure ahead and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xia, no need to test it anymore. Let me experience the power of the ice-attributed martial arts of your sect!"

Xia Yutong stood there, her beautiful big eyes narrowed, and she smiled playfully, "Test? Haha, not necessarily."

The slender fingers pinched the finger and drew a circle in front of him.

"Um?"

Saint Yanyue's eyes showed doubts, as if they were thorns on their backs, and a warning inexplicably rose in her heart.

Whoosh ~

Suddenly, a sharp chill appeared on his back!

I quickly turned my head and saw the handleless sword blade that was breathing cold light drew a circle and was coming from behind!

I couldn't help but feel shocked and jumped up!

Whoosh ~

The sword blade shot past his feet and drew a strange amplitude when it flew in front of Xia Yutong, returning to the spreading white and tender palm.

In the stands, the senior executives of the top ten sects widened their eyes in surprise.

He exclaimed: "This is sword control technique!"

Liu Ruhui stood up excitedly, her mouth wide open for a long time.

No one knows the secret of Xuan Yu Art better than her. In the records of martial arts, there is no sword-controlling move at all.

Judging from the fierce sword intent, this should be unique to the Sword Sect!

Wow~

"Awesome!" There was an uproar in the stands, and everyone shouted excitedly!

Under the stands, Xu Wenqian had a serious face, held her pointed chin with her fingers, and muttered to herself, "It's indeed better than Liu Qianman, the saint who deceived the world and robbed the world. Haha, it's a bit interesting."

Xia Yutong looked up at her figure who jumped into the air, and her red lips drew a beautiful curve.

The slender fingers closed and held the blade that was sucking and sucking cold light.

The spiritual energy was poured in and slashed in the air.

"Destroyed Slash!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!