I'm afraid Cheng Yu will be in trouble. Gu Fenghua has no good feelings for Shen Zhengxing, but he has no prejudice against the disciples of Liangyi Academy. In fact, the disciples of other academies are also polite to her, so she doesn't want to see Cheng Yu hurt this person under the sword.

It’s a pity that the Holy War Platform is the only place in the entire academy where you can fight and fight, so once you step on the Holy War Platform, no one can interfere. Even if she wants to stop it, it’s too late.

"Duan Yixing, he is Duan Yixing!" A few screams of exclamations sounded from the audience. It was obvious that someone knew his origin, but not many.

"Rianyi Academy, Cheng Yu, please!" The disciple of the academy obviously had never heard of his origin, nor did he want to talk nonsense to him, so he raised his sword and reported his fist.

"Do you do it, I'll let you take action first." Duan Yixing said contemptuously.

"What an arrogant boy, today I will let you see the unique skills of my Liangyi Academy!" Cheng Yu was angry at his contemptuous gaze and slashed out with one sword.

The sharp sword light fell towards Duan Yixing. He was worthy of being a master of the ninth grade of Xuansheng. This sword was slashed out as if humans and swords were united. In an instant, the wind surging and the sword wind roared, like a storm of storm.

Off the stage, the disciples of the Academy were fascinated by the sight and couldn't help but cheer.

"The light of rice grains dares to compete with the sun and the moon." Duan Yixing just smiled coldly, and the long sword in his hand seemed to pass by casually.

"Chork!" Another crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

Cheng Yu's figure in the air slammed suddenly, and then he felt like he was hit by a huge rock, and flew out with his man and sword.

Before it landed, a blood mist gushed out from his chest.

The cheers around him came to an abrupt end, and everyone was shocked. It would be fine that the disciple of the Five Elements Academy had failed before. Although the cultivation level of the fifth grade of Xuansheng was good, he was not as amazing as a talent in Yidao Academy. However, Cheng Yu's cultivation level was the ninth grade of Xuansheng. With his age, even in the major holy sects, he was definitely not a weak person, and he could not block the power of the other party's sword!

"Bang!" It was not until Cheng Yu fell heavily to the ground that everyone suddenly came to their senses.

"Senior Brother Cheng, Senior Brother Cheng..." Several disciples of the Liangyi Sect who were friends with Cheng Yu rushed forward, but when they were halfway through, their steps were slightly paused, and anger appeared on their faces.

Cheng Yu's face was like gold paper, blood gushed on his chest, and several bone fragments appeared faintly at the wound. It was obvious that Duan Yixing's sword had cut off the sternum. If it was just an external injury, even if the injury was too severe, he would recover as before in a while. However, the holy bead between his eyebrows had changed from the original nine to eight, and the color was obviously much dimmer.

Obviously, this sword not only cut off Cheng Yu's sternum, but also injured his spiritual root. Even if he was healed, his future achievements would be limited and he could no longer pursue the way of a real strong man. It can even be said that his cultivation method would be completely ended from this moment.

"Looking for death? Now do you know what is the real searching for death!" Duan Yixing looked at Cheng Yu, who looked tragic in the audience, with no sympathy on his face, and even more ashamed, and said with contempt.

"You actually hurt Senior Brother Cheng's spiritual roots. You are such a ruthless method!"

"You dare to hurt someone in my school. You clearly don't take our Lord to take seriously!"
Chapter completed!