At this moment, Xuancheng also knew his physical condition well. Ah Mao seemed to have a lot of spiritual power and was still injecting his true qi continuously. The purple and yellow true qi cover became thicker and thicker. The more he did this, the more irreversible damage it would cause.

A hint of cold sweat had appeared on Xuancheng's forehead. He and Taoist Wuhen were both hoping that Ah Mao could not hold on first. In this way, they would not only win the victory of this game, but also severely hurt Ah Mao, making Dan Sect's strength even weaker.

Of course, Yan Xun'er was also very clear about her current situation, and she could see that Xuan Cheng could not hold on anymore.

The sword intent is unstoppable, and the God King is the sword.

These are the last two sentences from the God King's Sword Book. Yan Xun'er immediately understood and used a heavy blow to the full force. Then she deflected the sword tip of the soft sword a little to the right, breaking the glued atmosphere at this moment.

"Ah!" Because the balance was broken, Xuan Cheng did not expect Yan Xun'er's move to lose direction and was bounced far away by the sword energy, and suddenly crossed the boundary of the arena.

As Xuan Cheng crossed out of the line, the sound of gongs sounded, officially announcing the end of the game. Of course, the result was A Mao win.

There were constant praises below, and everyone praised Dan Sect for being reversal this time, and there was a successor. The Supreme Elder back then was just like this. This Mao was better than the blue one, and he would probably become a great person every day.

Su Zhi, who had been watching the battle secretly in the distance, chuckled and said lightly: "This little girl has a very flexible body technique. She defeated Yuan Zong, who is good at fighting spirit, and it seems that Yuan Zong is just so powerful."

Feiying, who also watched the game, smiled and said, "It seems that Ah Mao is very pleased by the Lord. The Lord really cares about her. I heard that Ah Mao was taken over by Chuchenzi as a disciple of the main sect before the finals, and got rid of Lin Lengyan and Lin Zhanyan who had been asking for trouble for her in the Imperial Fire Sect."

Su Zhi just said disdainfully: "Although Chuchenzi is not very good, he is still very sensible. Seeing that Xun'er has a chance and is sure to get the first place, he couldn't wait to get her into the main sect.

It’s a pity that I know Xun’er’s wisdom. Chuchenzi is not worthy of her master. It seems that Chuchenzi still has not shown her status.”

Xuan Cheng, who was bounced by the sword energy and lost the game, fell heavily to a distance outside the line. The sword in his hand was broken into two pieces, and it fell to the ground and lost its previous luster.

"Senior Brother, how are you doing? Are you okay?" The two disciples of Yuanzong quickly stepped forward and helped him up, protected him in their arms, and said nervously.

Xuancheng's eyes were weakly collapsed in his junior brother's arms, but his eyes were staring at Yan Xun'er fiercely. If his eyes could kill people, Yan Xun'er would have been killed by the flying knife bursting out from Xuancheng's eyes.

"You..." Xuan Cheng pointed to Yan Xun'er's direction and said hatefully, but before he finished speaking, he spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Master Wuhen saw that Xuan Cheng was seriously injured, not only did he suffer from spiritual power, but he was afraid that his internal organs would be damaged, so he was extremely nervous. After all, Xuan Cheng was his only disciple. He taught carefully since childhood and was highly expected. He was very likely to become the leader of the Yuan Sect in the future.

At this moment, Chuchenzi was particularly happy. Wuhen used to mock him repeatedly because Dan Sect was not good at qigong and magic. However, Dan Sect was indeed inferior to others, so Chuchenzi had to swallow his anger.

But this time, A Mao, a disciple of Dan Sect, not only won the competition, but also seriously injured Xuan Cheng, the most proud disciple of Yuan Sect. Since Xuan Cheng can represent the highest level of Dan Sect, can it be said that Yuan Sect’s disciples are not as good as A Mao of Dan Sect?

Ah Mao fought this battle so beautifully. Not only did he win back the face and status of Dan Sect, but he also gave himself anger.

Chuchenzi looked at Wuhen arrogantly and said leisurely: "Master Wuhen, you want to go down and see how your Yuanzong disciple is injured? If he is seriously injured and does not treat the doctor, then will the Yuanzong even lose his complacent disciples in the future?"

"You...hum! You don't want a villain to succeed, thinking that you can be happy if you win this time. Don't forget that Ah Mao came from a casual cultivator. What does her spiritual power have to do with your Dan Sect?" Wuhen was furious when he saw Chu Chenzi's face, he pointed at Chu Chenzi's nose and started to curse.

Chuchenzi no longer swallowed his anger as before and cursed back: "So what if A Mao is a casual cultivator? Since she has entered my Dan Sect, she is a disciple of the Edan Sect. People in the world only know that she is a Dan Sect, how many people will remember that she is a casual cultivator?

Besides, how do you know that her martial arts are not guided by Dan Sect? Do you still think that Ah Mao's sword intent, which is systematic and organized today, is based on his own exploration? If you say this, it will make the heroes in the world laugh at you, Taoist Wuhen, stingy!"

Wuhen ignored it. He was no longer in the mood to quarrel with Chu Chenzi, nor was he in the mood to watch the next game between A Mao and Wu Jingwei.

Anyway, the champions are no longer in love with their Yuanzong, so he is still concerned about these things. Now he is very worried about Xuancheng's injury and how much chance of improvement is.

Chuchenzi said something very reasonable. As a great disciple of Yuan Sect, Xuancheng doesn’t matter if he loses the game, but it must not be true if he has to do anything.

Yan Xun'er looked at Xuan Cheng who was seriously injured by her under the ring, without any compassion. The game was originally about to end, but Xuan Cheng's first move was to go to the middle of her eyebrows, and she wanted to hurt her life.

Since you are ruthless, don’t blame me for being unrighteous. If you want my life, don’t blame me for being rude!

Yan Xun'er looked at Xuan Cheng's hatred for her eyes, but Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Xuan Cheng, for showing mercy, A Mao gave in."

After saying that, he put away his soft sword, walked off the ring, rested for a while, and prepared for the next final against Wu Jingwei. If Yan Xun'er wins Wu Jingwei, she can directly ascend to the championship throne, and there is nothing else.

But if Wu Jingwei beat Yan Xun'er, then Wu Jingwei needs to compare with Xuancheng, compete to achieve the best and the bottom, and then make a decision.

But judging from his current situation, even if Wu Jingwei wins, Xuancheng will not have the strength to fight him again. Wu Jingwei can directly ascend to the championship and take the lead.

Yan Xun'er walked off the arena, and the audience on both sides automatically made a way for her. The crowds on both sides praised Yan Xun'er for not revealing her skills and cultivation. Yan Xun'er was not arrogant or impatient, but just smiled calmly, as if she should have been determined to win.

Yi Sheng hurriedly came up, holding a packet of fried chestnuts that had just been out of the pot in his arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, eat your favorite chestnuts to replenish your energy, you must be exhausted."

Yan Xun'er took the chestnut and ate while saying, "Actually, it's okay. Xuancheng's spiritual power is actually not as powerful as we imagined, but his spiritual power is pure. I didn't want to hurt him as much as he forced me."

Yi Sheng nodded and said, "I can see from the audience that Xuancheng moves are deadly, and they are all close to your life. Since that's the case, you should not be polite to him. This time, I finally have no danger. I will compete with Wu Jingwei of Wu Zong in a while, so I have to work hard."

Yan Xun'er had long heard that the Wu Zong is good at is different from the Yuan Zong. Although magic and qigong are of the same origin, the latter is mysterious and lucky, and it is not as real as magic.

Moreover, she had already inquired about it. Wu Jingwei was not as radical and reckless as Xuancheng, and would kill people as soon as she started. Wu Jingwei was steady and restrained and had a deep mind, but he was not as easily seen through as Xuancheng.

Xuan Cheng was carried down from the venue by a group of Yuan Sect disciples, and his affairs came to an end for the time being. Everyone's focus was no longer on this defeated man, but was discussing the next duel between Yan Xun'er and Wu Jingwei with more enthusiasm.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!" The drums and drums on the ring sounded again, indicating that the next competition would begin soon. Everyone below held their breath and quietly looked forward to the final.

Wu Jingwei wore a blue shirt, with a tall figure and a strong body. It is different from the white clothes just now, and it makes Yan Xun'er have a favorable impression.

When Wu Jingwei saw Yan Xun'er opposite, he was indeed the woman he saw outside the Danzong Hall that day, and he felt a little surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, his starry eyes smiled and said, "Miss Ah Mao, are you safe today?"

Yan Xun'er was confused by Wu Jingwei's question. When they met for the first time, how could they come to be safe? But Yan Xun'er looked at Wu Jingwei with a smile on her face, very gentle, and didn't seem to be lying to her.

Could it be that they have met before? But Yan Xun'er really can't remember it.

But when he looked at Wu Jingwei's blue clothes, he always felt very familiar. Yan Xun'er suddenly thought about it. No wonder she looked so familiar. It turned out that the two Wu Sect disciples she met in front of the Danzong Hall that day were also wearing such clothes.

It seems that the two Wuzong disciples sent by Wu Jingwei to inquire about the news that day. No wonder Wu Jingwei met him.

Thinking of this, Yan Xun'er had a good first impression of Wu Jingwei, but now she knew that he was doing such a thing, and she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

Wu Jingwei actually smiled so hard that his face was full of sunshine. Yan Xun'er looked straight, and saw how you could laugh after a while.

Yan Xun'er bowed with fists and said, "Brother Wu, Ah Mao is polite."

Wu Jingwei also replied, "Miss Amao, please!"

After saying that, Yan Xun'er pulled out the soft sword from her waist. The sword was standing in the center of her eyebrows. She silently recited the mantra, and the soft sword immediately turned into countless phantoms, which was dazzling.

Everyone below exclaimed, and they didn't expect that this little girl was young but still had so many skills. The battle against Xuan Cheng was a sword with Qi, but now it turned into a phantom to confuse the other party.
Chapter completed!