Li Xiuyuan used the Samsara Sword in his hand to support his falling body.

Looking at Ouyang Xuan with a frosty face in front of him, he said softly: "Rise...Destroy..."

In front of thousands of people, in the eyes of the elders under the high platform, in the eyes of the masters and venerables in the main hall, in the stunned eyes of Ouyang Chongming and others...

I saw a buzzing sound coming from the high platform still shrouded in wind and snow.

Before anyone could react, four huge golden lights rose from the four outer corners of the high platform, reflecting the blood-stained boy on the high platform into a blood-stained God of War!

A young god of war with blood all over his body and a sword in his hand who will never fall!

Even the headmaster in the main hall was stunned. He looked at the young man on the high platform and murmured, "Yuan Zun, is this your method?"

Yuan Zun on the side was also startled, thinking that I haven't had time to accept you as my disciple, you can't die just like that!

Waving his hands and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yuan Zun said with a smile and a smile: "Disciple, you can't die. As long as you survive this time, the old man will accept you as his disciple!"

Yaozun wiped the tears from his face and replied to the headmaster: "Yuanzun wants to accept the child, but God's will is so cruel!"

Meng Shentong did not look back. He looked at Li Xiuyuan on the high platform and said: "Good disciple, there is no turning back when I shoot my bow. After finishing the mess here, I will take you back for my master..."

The frightened Ouyang Chongming looked at the sudden golden light around the high platform and shouted to the headmaster: "Are you trying to trick people and use the power of a sect to trick and kill my disciples?"

The headmaster looked at him and replied coldly: "Which of your eyes saw that we tricked him into killing him?"

Yuan Zun nodded and said: "I swear in the name of the ancestors and gods of all generations that everything in front of me has nothing to do with me!"

Nalan Ruoyu wiped the tears from her face and replied coldly: "Elder Ouyang, please remember what you just said. This is a battle of life and death. There are only results and no rules!"

Ouyang Xuan shouted anxiously: "Why don't we admit defeat?"

"Why don't we just admit defeat?"

"Why don't we just admit defeat?"

The voice of the elder of the Snowfield Holy Land echoed in the wind and snow, reaching the ears of thousands of people.

Even the arrogant and indifferent elder of the Snowfield Holy Land lowered his noble head and no longer cared about his own image in front of thousands of people.

Li Xiuyuan on the high platform shook his head, looked at Ouyang Xuan in front of him and smiled miserably: "Look, I'm going to die. This is just a magic circle... What if you win?"

He doesn't want to let go of the opponent in front of him. This is a battle of life and death!

The other party rejected his proposal at the last moment, so at this moment, he will not give the enemy a chance to leave alive.

Ouyang Xuan felt the golden light around the high platform and laughed wildly: "You only have four golden lights here. I only need to jump off the high platform and wait for half an hour, and you will bleed to death..."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Li Xiuyuan on the high platform, but once again took out a spiritual arrow in his hand, roared and rushed towards Li Xiuyuan, who was only a few feet away from him.

Just when everyone thought that Ouyang Xuan on the high platform was going to fight Li Xiuyuan desperately.

It was the moment when Li Xiuyuan was about to swing his sword and change the formation!

Ouyang Xuan, who had already rushed forward, stepped hard on the snow on the high platform, and then like a bolt of lightning, he leaped away with the help of the rebound of the high platform!

He was trying his best to be seriously injured by the golden light on the high platform, but he also wanted to drag his opponent to death!

"As you wish!" As Li Xiuyuan shouted, the golden light around the high platform turned into four huge golden swords in an instant, crossing and slashing at Ouyang Xuan who was about to fly out of the high platform.

Ouyang Xuan's speed is not bad, but he is not as fast as the golden sword like the scorching sun!

The four-image array that Li Xiuyuan set up on a snowy night relied on the power of heaven and earth in Tianyun Mountain. It was no match for Ouyang Xuan of the Void Refining Realm!

When he struck out the last sword and broke the spirit sword in Ouyang Xuan's hand, he thought that the competition was over.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually took out a spiritual arrow and inserted it into his chest...

Fortunately, Ouyang Xuan's spiritual arrow did not have explosive power, otherwise he would have been blown into countless pieces.

Even so, he could feel that the spiritual arrow inserted into his chest was slowly taking away his life.

This is not an ordinary iron arrow, it is a spiritual arrow, a spiritual arrow that wants to kill people!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!

The golden light kept changing, and the four huge golden swords slashed countless rays of the power of heaven and earth. Even Ouyang Chongming in the main hall did not dare to try the sword with his own body, so he could only exclaim loudly: "Our Snowfield Holy Land has given up, please stop.

!!”

However, since the golden sword has been slashed out, how can it be said to be closed?

Everything happened between lightning and flint. Ouyang Xuan, who was flying in the air, let out a scream, and then two blood arrows flew out of the air...

"Master Headmaster, please stop that young man, we admit defeat!"

Ouyang Chongming in the main hall could no longer care about his image, and pulled the headmaster's arm and started shouting wildly.

"Alas!" The silent headmaster finally couldn't help but sigh!

It was this sigh that stunned Li Xiuyuan on the high platform, and then he smiled bitterly.

Xindao thought that his own life, even in the eyes of the headmaster, was not as good as that of a disciple in the Snowfield Holy Land. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but spurt another stream of blood on the snow in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, he put away the golden light on the high platform.

Looking at Meng Shentong in front of the main hall, he shouted with difficulty: "Teacher... let's go..."

...

"Jade girl, remember to get back what belongs to my disciple!"

Meng Shentong on the high platform ignored Li Xiuyuan, but gave instructions to Nalan Ruoyu beside him, then flew up to the high platform, whipped up a breeze and disappeared in front of thousands of people.

"Remember your promise, this is the first and last time..."

Amidst the sound of wind and snow in the sky, an incomprehensible word came. No one among the thousands of disciples knew what it meant except the five statues in the main hall.

Nalan Ruoyu stopped Ouyang Chongming who was about to fly away and said coldly: "Bring it here!"

Ouyang Chongming was stunned for a moment, then when he realized what he was doing, he threw a black iron sign and it flew under the high platform like a big bird.

It wasn't until the old man blew up a gust of breeze that Li Xiudi disappeared under the high platform. Thousands of people looked into the snow under the high platform.

What made them feel fortunate was that the disciples in the Snowfield Holy Land were still breathing in the snow and still alive.

There were two wounds on Ouyang Xuan's body, and these two wounds were very smooth.

A line started on his left leg, then extended downward, cutting open his entire thigh...

A line shot from his right arm, going from bottom to top, cutting off his entire right arm...

This is different from the duel between monks. These two wounds were caused by the magic circle on the high platform with the help of the power of heaven and earth from Tianyun Mountain.

Ordinary injuries only require a few elixirs and can be healed within a few months.

Ouyang Xuan, who was injured by the power of heaven and earth, may need a magic medicine to cultivate quietly for several years, or even more than ten years.

The battle tonight was too brutal. He had already lost too much blood, and the remaining blood from the wound was still seeping out, making him look even more miserable.

Ouyang Xuan was lying on the ground, panting, shaking his head with Ouyang Chongming who flew over and said: "Master, my disciple has let you down."

"Let's talk about it when we get back, just stay alive!" Ouyang Chongming didn't say much, but took out a clean gown and wrapped his severed limb.

Then he gently picked him up and called the elders and disciples behind him to go to the guest house.

Ouyang Xuan, who was leaning on him, finally quietly closed his eyes. After all, he felt the breath of death the moment he flew out from the high platform.

If time could be turned back now, even if I beat him to death, I wouldn't want to go through it again.

Ouyang Xia Yun, who was holding his sister's hand, followed him towards the guest house in a daze. Until this moment, he was still confused.

Finally, the moment he screamed, Ouyang Manxue covered his mouth.

Ouyang Manxue was deeply shocked by the young man on the high platform.

First, the senior brother plotted against the young man holding a rusty sword. Before a quarter of an hour passed, the young man killed the senior brother under the high platform. Even the elder Ouyang of the sect did not dare to save him.

It can be seen how terrifying those four golden lights are!

She didn't know whether the boy from Zhufeng was dead or alive in the end, because the boy didn't let anyone see him fall.

But the Holy Land of Snowfield finally lost the competition with Tianyun Mountain.

Four wins, one draw and five losses. Even though they were as strong as the Snowfield Holy Land, they only won three games in a row on the first day. Every game after that was extremely difficult.

Ever since Zhufeng's eldest brother, that mortal boy without spiritual veins, came out of seclusion, he changed all the records in one battle.

Before, she thought that Li Xiuyuan just won against her and her brother by luck.

But witnessing this final brutal battle, even a master like his senior brother finally fell in front of the young man.

Boy from Zhufeng, who are you?

...

Seeing all the people in the Snowfield Holy Land leaving the square in front of the main hall, Nalan Ruoyu sighed softly.

Looking at the Headmaster and the others, he said quietly: "Brother Headmaster, please remember, the arrow my disciple received will be considered as repaying all the kindness of Tianyun Mountain..."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to reply, he waved his hand and walked step by step towards the palace.

"Yan'er, Xiao Ling'er, let's go back!"

In the dark night, Yu Zun's voice, which had returned to its former coldness, came.
To be continued...