Tianyu Gate, Central Platform.

This is a platform built on the mountainside. It is covered with shimmering bluestone slabs. Complex patterns can be vaguely seen on it. It must have been specially reinforced.

This place is usually used for martial arts competitions. On formal occasions such as sect competitions, uneven steps will be raised on both sides for visitors to sit and watch.

The steps were almost full of people, and the onlookers’ voices were overwhelming.

For a competition of this scale, since Tianyumen has no restrictions on visitors, there will be many people coming to watch - those who are related will receive formal invitations and sit in special VIP seats.

As an affiliated sect of Xuanxiao Sect among the three sects of Taoism, although the level of the competition held by Tianyu Sect and the surrounding sects was high, the key reason for being able to sit out the competition was because of her participation.

The contemporary senior sister of Shushan Sword Sect, Fang Qingxiao.

It was a woman wearing a plain white dress. She was sitting at the front of the VIP table, and the battle in the ring was clearly imprinted in her eyes.

She still habitually puts herself on both sides of the battle, thinking about how to deal with it.

But this time, she was extremely distracted.

When I turned around, I heard the announcement from the presiding elder, "The victory has been decided, the winner is Ye Baiyu!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Senior brother, that move he just made was so fierce. What kind of unique skill was that?"

"In my opinion, it should be the third style of Fengyu Sword Technique, 'Wind and Fire Rolling Thousands of Miles'. Coupled with his corresponding mental method, it is really invincible!" There was some admiration in the eyes of the man who was called Senior Brother, "With his

Strength should not be as simple as that of an outer disciple."

"A direct descendant of the sect who cut off all four orifices when he first opened his orifices. Do you think he is an outer sect disciple?!"

Facing the crowd's shouts and surprises, the young man in black named Ye Baiyu seemed very calm.

He did not step off the ring, but sat quietly on it, looking at his biggest opponent-Fang Qingxiao.

The senior sister of the Shushan Sword Sect has opened her four apertures, is gifted with a clear sword heart, and even masters one or two outdoor sword moves!

Normally, he would have no chance of winning.

But today he not only wants to win, but also wants to win beautifully!

And Fang Qingxiao is still in a trance. There will only be two things when this happens, either something will happen to her, or something will happen to her most important brother.

She really wanted to leave the game and go find him, but the junior sister in the sect agreed to the bet for her, and Fang Qingxiao was very committed to her promises, so she couldn't get out.

She could only suppress the uneasiness in her heart and cultivate her sword intent over and over again, but did not take out the Frost Sky Sword.

It gave him a vague feeling of badness, so Fang Qingxiao had not communicated with it recently.

‘Xiwen, what happened...’

At this time, the numbered spiritual stone she placed on the table began to glow, indicating that it was time for her to go to the ring.

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao suppressed all the emotions in his eyes and slowly walked towards the stage.

An extremely sharp aura was slowly released, making even the soft white dress look dazzling.

She stood on the stage, unlocked the sword intention, and was about to draw the sword——

"Wait a minute!!"

A shout came from the audience. Fang Qingxiao immediately stopped and looked back. There was a young man in brocade clothes standing on the steps.

His clothes were a little dirty and his boots had a small hole. Only his handsome face looked clean. He was holding a light blue sword in his hand and shouted to this side: "The Frost Sky Sword in your hand is fake.

Don’t use it!!”

The steps on both sides were silent for a moment, and then lively discussions started.

"The Frost Sky Sword is Senior Sister's natal weapon, right..."

"It means that the one in Senior Sister's hand is fake, but the one in his hand is real!" A disciple of the Sword Sect in a robe laughed loudly, "I'm afraid this person has lost his mind and gone crazy. How could Senior Sister hand over the magical weapon of his destiny?"

Give it to others!"

"Look carefully, that's the third young master of the Fang family." A chivalrous woman recognized him, with a chill in her eyes, "He's that beast who always asks you if you're broke and if you want to spend the night together when they meet..."
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Countless malicious words fell, drowning and devouring him.

I didn’t expect that the Third Young Master’s reputation would be so bad...

He looked at the woman on the stage speechlessly, and wanted to hand over the Frost Sky Sword, but the game had already begun.

It took a lot of effort to deliver the sword, but the competition started half an hour early.

Even if you know the plot, you can't change it.

On the distant stage, Fang Qingxiao turned her head and looked at him, then showed a generous and bright smile.

Fang Xiwen was stunned for a moment, then she nodded in this direction, "That won't be necessary."

As she spoke, the woman casually took out a refined long sword and signaled to the referee, and both parties began to announce their names.

"Outer disciple of Tianyu Sect, Ye Baiyu."

"Shushan Sword Sect, Fang Qingxiao."

Knowing that Fang Xiwen was fine, her heart had completely settled down, and her sword intention became more and more smooth.

Glancing with her peripheral vision, she found that Fang Xiwen was looking at this side intently, with the corners of his mouth curling up unconsciously.

Then, let’s make a quick decision.

"Start!"

As soon as the referee gave the order, the two unexpectedly did not test it, but fought hard!

With this sword, Fang Qingxiao had the upper hand and almost defeated his posture. Ye Baiyu had to take a few steps back with the black giant sword, looking very embarrassed.

But she didn’t attack the great opportunity——

Because her long sword has cracks.

"Sharp weapon?"

"Sister, I'm coming!"

After taking a moment to regain his breath, Ye Baiyu rushed forward again, making the giant sword extremely smooth and slamming it down several times!

Dang! Dang! Dang!

Although Fang Qingxiao could see the weak point of each blow and could resolve it with very little force, cracks appeared on the sword body after repeated blows.

"It's such a powerful sword technique, it made my guy pull it out too!"

"Senior Sister's situation is not good. Now she has to go out to maintain the sword's vitality. There is too much energy..."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fang Qingxiao’s long sword will fall into pieces in a short time.

And Ye Baiyu will not miss this opportunity. He would rather suffer more injuries and be hit by the sword energy several more times, but he would also hit the same position with a heavy blow!

Dang!

There was just a crisp sound, and the fine iron sword was completely blown into pieces!

"Senior sister, although I have the power of a weapon, I won this time!" As he said that, Ye Baiyu stepped forward quickly and slashed down with his giant sword!

"Not necessarily." Although he was forced to take two steps back, Fang Qingxiao's expression remained calm.

After dodging a sword sideways, the broken blades actually gathered in her hands!

"Scattered."

Ye Baiyu slashed down with his sword again, and Fang Qingxiao could not avoid it, but countless blade fragments also swept him away like a storm!

They all died together!

At this time, all the movements in the arena were slowed down, and a white-robed Taoist suddenly appeared in the middle.

A transparent dharma image disappeared in a flash, and the power of the two killing moves disappeared without a trace!

Strong location!

The two of them tried their best to move away from each other. Ye Baiyu had a lot of blood on his body, but Fang Qingxiao's hair was just a little messy.

She stepped aside, raised her index finger and winked at someone.

Fang Xiwen in the distance was shocked, and she actually winked at me...

At this time, the white-robed Taoist had disappeared, and only the referee was heard announcing, "The killing move just now can kill both of you, so this game will be a draw!

Next, the two will challenge each other..."

"I abstain."

Fang Qingxiao dropped these words and walked lightly off the ring.

The condition of the bet with them was that the battle was won. Since the result was a draw, she also won.

And in competitions and stuff, he is obviously much more important...

Seeing that Fang Qingxiao didn't even play in the follow-up game and walked straight towards him, Fang Xiwen began to be afraid.

Yes, this sister is very good. She neither beats nor scolds and only speaks the truth.

But the bastard Third Young Master stole the magic weapon of her destiny, which almost caused her to lose the bet and lose her personal freedom.

If it were Fang Qingxiao, it would definitely be a big fight.

And when he saw her approaching step by step, Fang Xiwen was holding the Frost Sky Sword. He didn't hand it over, and it didn't matter if he didn't hand it over.

He could only watch as she walked to and stopped in front of him.

Reach out,

Hug him hard.

"I thought something had happened to you," my sister put her chin on his shoulder, her arms around his waist, her voice was very soft, "I'm so worried."

"Uh, sister..."

His mind was a bit lost, and it seemed that even the cheers of the surrounding audience were muted.

"Actually, I secretly replaced the Frost Sky Sword..."

"As long as you're fine."

The answer came quickly, Fang Qingxiao really didn’t care.

After hugging her for a while, she gently took Fang Xiwen's hand and walked down the mountain, leaving her confused and angry junior brothers and sisters behind.

"Sister, Frost Sky Sword."
Chapter completed!