Everyone heard the roar of grief and anger, but no one cared and still looked at the stage nervously.

Xiao Bufan and Hai Wuya secretly used their true energy at the same time and were ready to take action. Both of them had the same thoughts: If Daoyuan was really in danger, even if it was not in accordance with the rules, they would definitely save him.

The huge sword light, like the fiery sun, had almost reached an outrageous level. In an instant, it broke through several feet and came to Daoyuan.

Jiang Feibai's mouth curled a cruel smile, and he began to imagine the scene in his mind that Daoyuan's hands and feet were broken and his body was covered in blood.

Unexpectedly, Daoyuan, who had been in a trance of mind, suddenly raised his head and a smile like a fish caught flashed in his bright eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Feibai suddenly felt that the opponent in front of him seemed to have changed, and a sense of vicissitudes of ancient times seemed to be emitted from the depths of Daoyuan's soul, instantly eroding himself.

The whole person's aura became magnificent and sharp, and a little illusory, like the sharp sword of Juetian that appeared from the endless void, looking at himself indifferently with the decisive and decisive intention of killing and decisive.

He has been learning skills in the Xuantian Sword Sect since he was a child, and then he has been practicing in the martial arts world for several years. He has seen countless masters, but no one has ever had such thoughts that make him feel fear and powerless from the bottom of his heart. Subconsciously, the offensive in his hands became weaker, and the bright and dazzling sword light immediately dimmed.

In Jiang Feibai's surprised and shocked gaze, a vague black sword light, like a black flame burning in the abyss of the underworld, broke through the limitations of distance and time and came to above his head at once.

There was a hot, indifference in breathing in the air, which was the smell caused by the friction between the sword body and the airflow.

As the black flames slowly fell, the sword light emitted by Jiang Feibai was like winter snow meeting the scorching sun in the hot summer, or like the darkness dispelled by the sudden light of fire. It disappeared in an extremely short period of time, and there was no trace of it.

The low and dull roar of pain, mixed with the harsh and unspeakable friction, resounded in the minds of all the people watching the battle. At this moment, they even forgot to breathe, and they all looked at this extremely strange scene with their minds holding their breath.

Those ordinary disciples were better. Because of their experience, they just felt incredibly surprised and did not have many other ideas. The most surprising, or even shocked, was the masters including Xiao Bufan and Hai Wuya. Their eyes were so powerful that they naturally saw the unfamiliarity of this sword. In terms of exquisiteness, they were shocked to find that if they were Jiang Feibai, they could not handle this seemingly ordinary move except to avoid it.

The black flame seemed slow, but in fact it was almost at its peak. In a short period of less than half a breath, it wrapped a large piece of sword light and then fell to Jiang Feibai's head.

At this critical moment, human instinct to protect themselves played an important role. Jiang Feibai injected all his true energy into the sword in an instant, and while flashing back, he lifted the sword to block it.

boom!

Jiang Feibai's face changed, his breathing stagnated, and his true energy felt a little uncontrollable. The long sword in his hand made a tragic sound of sword, and an extremely small crack appeared on the clear sword body.

Daoyuan's eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at Jiang Feibai, but in fact he looked at the farther sky. After his figure was bullied, the second sword fell down.

Before Jiang Feibai could breathe evenly, he immediately felt a burst of heat coming. The black flame was less than half a foot above his head, and the speed was unheard of! In addition to being shocked, he had to use his sword to block it again and lean back with all his strength.

At this moment, he could no longer think about other things, but just thought about how to avoid the fate of Taoism and stay away from the battlefield. As for winning or losing, he didn't care at all.

There was another loud noise, and Jiang Feibai's whole body shook loudly. Suddenly, he felt a sudden light in his hand. When he looked closely, the sword had already broken into more than a dozen pieces, and these dozen pieces of sword bodies flew over with the stormy wind. Before he could react, he entered in an instant.

The biting pain made him tremble, and he could no longer control his body accurately. The speed of retreat naturally became extremely slow and full of flaws.

However, the nightmare is not over yet.

When the scorching aura of the Sword of Life and Death once again enveloped Jiang Feibaizhou's body, he finally closed his eyes in despair.

However, things took a turn for the moment.

The sword of life and death suddenly became light and fluttering, the landing gradually slowed down, and the heat slowly faded away, completely losing its power and style just now.

"Bang"

The broad sword body slapped Jiang Feibai's Baihui acupoint with huge inertia. Although the force was less than 10% left at this time, even so, Jiang Feibai still groaned, turned his eyes, and slowly fell down and fainted.

A faint sigh rang out, and the sword spirit shook his head slightly and returned to the sword of life and death.

Daoyuan's eyes instantly returned to Qingming. Before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, the huge pain surged up like a tide. Not only was it as uncomfortable as a needle, but there was also an unbearable strong sense of dizziness.

"Sword Spirit, you unreliable guy..."

After only half of his words, Daoyuan finally couldn't hold on, and his body shook for a few times, then fell backwards.

No one expected that the ending of the two of them would be like this in a short battle, and both sides fell into a coma.

Hai Wuya and Wei Buxu both got up and came to the stage, picked up the two unconscious people, looked at each other in a complicated manner, turned around and returned to their table.

After signaling to Xiao Bufan, Hai Wuya, with Daoyuan and Lei Luo, and accompanied by several disciples, left the square.

On the other side, Wei Buxu was the same, and he hurriedly left with several people.

The competition continues.

After calming down, the disciples' eyes became hot and eager.

Under the leadership of Xiao Bufan, the subsequent competition began again.

On the way, Lei Luo asked anxiously: "Master Hai, is my boss okay?"

"Don't worry, he must have overdrawn his true energy and fell into a coma after being exhausted. As long as he rests for a while, he will naturally wake up."

That's it, but Hai Wuya was still a little confused: Why did Daoyuan's soul fluctuate a little? This...it seems not to be!

Several disciples accompanying him looked at Daoyuan in a coma from time to time, with admiration and gratitude on his face. Some even thought to himself: When Brother Daoyuan wakes up, he must ask him for advice. Why can he be so powerful when he practices? The gap is too big!

Soon, the group returned to Yunxiao Martial Arts Academy. Hai Wuya ordered people to place Daoyuan in his room, checked him again, and confirmed that he was really okay, then he let out a long breath and put down the huge rock in his heart.

Lei Luo was arranged in another room, very close to Daoyuan. He was seriously injured this time, and his ribs were broken several times. Hai Wuya attached a broken bone for him, and then carefully conditioned it, and then he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

When Daoyuan woke up, it was completely dark outside. In the room, a candle as thick as a wrist was lit, and the beating flames illuminated everything around him.

After stretching his body, his eyes fell on the sword of life and death beside him. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of the sword spirit.

"How is it, are you getting better?"

"If you defeat the enemy with one move, I will be better than now."

"Hehe, the mistake! It was definitely a mistake!" Jian Ling smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's really been a long time since I fought so openly. I was excited for a moment, so I used a little more force..."

"A little bit?" Daoyuan said dissatisfiedly: "That's it, it almost killed me! If Jiang Feibai insisted on it for a while, I'm afraid that now, I'll become a useless person."

Jian Ling knew that he was in the wrong, so he kept accompanying him.

"By the way, my true energy is not as thick as Jiang Feibai, why can it be so powerful in your hands?"

When Jian Ling heard this, he immediately coughed and said proudly: "The methods of my sword spirit are not comparable to that boy! It's not that I boasted that even if he practiced hard for a hundred years without sleep, he would never be able to block my sword!"

Speaking of which, this time it was really unlucky. At the beginning, the sword spirit originally planned to secretly help Daoyuan, because Jiang Feibai's strength was too high, and Daoyuan's current strength could not directly beat him by two levels. Although the sword spirit himself may reveal his identity in this way, he was in a hurry to be in power. When it was really critical, he could not care about these things.

But then he suddenly remembered that compared to ordinary people, Daoyuan's soul was stable and solid and much stronger. If he used the method of borrowing the body to easily exchange Daoyuan's soul and control his body to fight, it would not cause any harm to him.

The easy-to-change of the soul is an extremely profound and mysterious method. Even the top masters in the world today do not know the truth and are even more unusable! But the sword spirit is different. He is an innate spiritual body, and this prerequisite is irreplaceable to no one person. As the spirit of the magic sword who has lived for countless years, although the method of the easy-to-change of the soul is extremely profound and complex, it still cannot be difficult for him. Not only that, in addition to the easy-to-change of the soul, there are many more ancient and mysterious things that have not been taken out in the sword spirit. Of course, it is not that he doesn't want it, but it is just that it is not suitable for the current Taoist fate.

When he thought of this, he immediately investigated Daoyuan's soul.

As he expected, Daoyuan's situation at this time could indeed be like this, but the time cannot be too long, at most ten breaths. Otherwise, the power of the sword spirit soul, over time, will definitely cause great damage to Daoyuan's body, and this damage will be permanent.

Perhaps because he had not fought as a real "person" for a long time, after taking over Daoyuan's body, he was negligent and still used his own fighting power. Therefore, after using two moves and when the third move, he finally remembered it, but it was too late. Daoyuan's true energy was infinitely close to drying up. After only half of the third move, the true energy disappeared and its power was no longer there.

Fortunately, Jiang Feibai was also dispelled by these two moves, injured his internal organs, and was unable to fight again without intention. Otherwise, it would be unknown who would win the battle!

"I don't know, how is Lei Luo doing now!"
Chapter completed!