The scene was so chaotic that it could not be contained. Every disciple was filled with fighting spirit. They all controlled the flying swords and used their most powerful moves to attack the disciples who were attacking them.
I don't know when, but a disciple has been injured. Under the light of the sword, the brilliance of Yuanli flashed, and blood flew and splashed.
The disciples participating in the competition were already accustomed to bloody fighting scenes. The flying blood not only failed to make them fearful and make them want to quit, but instead made them more motivated to fight.
Such a situation naturally made Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui feel more at home. The strength of the two of them was already higher than the others, but now they were not attacked by everyone, so the pressure was greatly reduced.
The two relied on their superb body skills and speed to move back and forth among the crowd. Whenever they saw a disciple who was injured and retreating, tired of running for his life, or evading in a panic, they would seize the opportunity to make up for the attack in the open space.
Red flames rose from Du Feiyun's feet, his legs moved continuously, and his body turned erratically, as slippery as a swimming fish, dodging back and forth in the crowd. Any attack that came towards him would always be dodged by him calmly.
At this time, he was walking on the Cloud Step, holding the sword formula in his left hand, and holding the dark red magic sword in his right hand, passing through the gap between the two disciples erratically.
When he saw a young disciple who was being hit by an ice pick, Du Feiyun stepped forward without hesitation and struck him on the back of the head with his sword, knocking him unconscious on the spot.
At the same time, Du Feiyun raised his right foot in an instant and kicked the young disciple's waist in an instant, kicking him several feet away and falling under the ring.
The young disciple fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping, shaking his head with confusion in his eyes. After he reluctantly got up from the ground, he realized that he was already under the ring and was eliminated on the spot, and his face suddenly became depressed.
Until this moment, he still didn't know who kicked him off the ring. Although it didn't hurt his life, it left a black footprint on his waist and a big bump on the back of his head.
Du Feiyun continued to wander among the crowd, twisting his waist and lowering his head in one go, and instantly dodged a sword light that was coming from his head. Then he slightly bent his legs, suddenly exerted his strength, and rushed forward two feet away, landing on a handsome man.
Next to the female disciple.
The pretty female disciple was pouting her mouth and looking resolutely as she controlled a flying sword to attack a disciple not far away. Her companions behind her were resisting the attack for her.
Neither of them expected that Du Feiyun would suddenly appear beside them. By the time they noticed Du Feiyun with a look of horror on his face, it was already too late.
I saw the red sword light suddenly blooming, and a five-foot-long, palm-wide red sword light instantly appeared behind the delicate female disciple.
Then, like a whip, the red sword light struck her back hard with the sound of howling wind.
The huge force came, and the female disciple's body flew into the air involuntarily and fell three feet away.
Three feet away is the edge of the arena.
This female disciple was wearing a body-protecting robe, so she did not suffer serious injuries, but her internal organs were shocked. In mid-air, she held on to the surging blood and endured the severe pain in her back.
Twist it, and the brilliance of Yuanli will be released, and the body will fall sharply.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the delicate female disciple finally stopped flying backwards, landed on the ground with her feet, and saw the edge of the ring a foot away behind her. She felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was so exciting, I almost fell off the stage and was eliminated."
The thoughts in the mind of the delicate female disciple had just arisen when she suddenly noticed something strange in the wind in front of her. She turned her head instantly, her face suddenly changed, and all she saw was the enlarged sole of a shoe facing her.
Bang!
A big foot kicked her like lightning, and her body flew backwards and fell headfirst under the ring.
She only felt that her chest was tight and her mind was shaking. She got up in a daze and looked down. There was a footprint on the blue robe on her chest.
Seeing that she fell off the ring and was eliminated on the spot, her eyes were filled with anger. When she looked up at the ring and saw that silhouette, her originally angry eyes gradually subsided and turned into admiration after a moment.
Because the person who kicked her off the stage was Du Feiyun, a name she was not unfamiliar with. She had also heard about this disciple's deeds challenging Wu Qingchen.
At this time, she saw Du Feiyun wandering erratically among the crowd, the sword light in his right hand kept beating away one disciple after another, and his big feet kept sending one disciple after another out of the ring. His eyes were filled with envy and joy.
admiration.
What she envied was Du Feiyun's superb strength, ghostly movement, and violent swordsmanship, but what she admired was Du Feiyun's good intentions and kindness.
After all, the swords in the arena have no eyes, and there is a melee. Every three-year competition, many disciples are seriously injured and become disabled. There are even unlucky guys who are stabbed to death by random swords on the spot from time to time.
But now, Du Feiyun, relying on his superb strength, did not attack the other disciples with violent and fierce sword skills. Instead, he struck the other disciples with his sword and kicked them off the ring with good intentions.
In this way, even if these disciples are eliminated on the spot, they will not be severely damaged and will not affect their future cultivation careers.
After all, if one is severely injured and becomes disabled, it will have a great impact on one's cultivation. Without reaching the level of pill formation, it is impossible to restore one's body to health.
Just thinking of this, those disciples who were kicked off the ring, although they were angry or frustrated at first, after they calmed down and recalled what happened, they would admire Du Feiyun from the bottom of their hearts.
This is a display of extraordinary strength. Not only can he move around with ease and defeat one disciple after another, but he can also eliminate the opponent unscathed with just a few moves without the need for a special move or a painful blow.
At this moment, the disciples who were sent off the ring by Du Feiyun all came up with this idea and secretly admired and appreciated Du Feiyun.
Don’t be afraid of losing in the competition. There will be many opportunities in the future. Work hard and keep up the good work. If you are seriously injured and become disabled due to missing arms and legs, I am afraid that most of your training career will be ruined. Not to mention the damage to your cultivation level, you may not be able to have the chance to live forever.
Many disciples were kicked off the ring, but they could still admire and be grateful to him. If Du Feiyun knew about this strange thing, I'm afraid he himself wouldn't believe it.
At this time, there were fewer and fewer disciples in the ring. He was still wandering around the ring, watching and listening in all directions. Whenever a disciple was in trouble, he would step forward without hesitation and send him off the ring.
Under the ring, the countless disciples who were watching were dumbfounded. They all stared at the battle on the ring with shocked expressions. When they looked at Du Feiyun's figure, their eyes were very complicated.
Envy, jealousy, awe, respect, to name a few.
Those who are determined to improve their strength and become inner disciples are envious of his superior strength.
Narrow-minded people think that he is trying to show off and are jealous of his showoff.
Those with low strength are in awe of his ability to freely control his swordsmanship and body movements.
Those with good intentions respect his kind deeds and show mercy, thinking that he is secretly protecting the participating disciples to avoid injuries that will affect their cultivation.
In short, all kinds of emotions, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of attitudes, just to name a few.
There is no doubt that he has successfully attracted the attention and attention of everyone in this competition.
People who had known him before were whispering to each other in low voices, introducing Du Feiyun's situation to their companions.
People who didn't know him were curious and asked around when such a master appeared among the new disciples.
In the crowd, there were more than a dozen pairs of eyes, staring closely at Du Feiyun on the stage. These people all had heavy expressions on their faces, and they were constantly thinking and imagining what they should do to win if they faced Du Feiyun.
In the stands, the mission elders, surrounded by Ning Xuewei and others, narrowed their eyes slightly and stared at Du Feiyun's figure. He gently stroked his beard with one hand, and a happy smile appeared in his eyes.
In the stands due south, Wu Qingchen, who was surrounded by many inner disciples, had a calm face, but his eyes were very gloomy.
He looked at Du Feiyun on the ring with evil eyes, tapping the knuckles of his right hand lightly on the big nanmu chair, thinking about the problem in his mind.
After a while, Wu Qingchen whispered an order to the inner disciple beside him. The inner disciple left, came to the crowd, and quickly brought an outer disciple to Wu Qingchen.
Wu Qingchen handed a black pagoda to the outer disciple, with an encouraging smile on his face, and gave many instructions to the outer disciple through spiritual consciousness.
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On the ring, Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui were close together again. The two relied on each other and were on guard against the eight disciples gathered opposite.
After nearly a quarter of an hour of melee, out of more than thirty disciples, only ten of them were left.
After the initial melee, the eight disciples who were still standing in the ring had consciously gathered together and formed a fan shape to surround Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui.
In their eyes, Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui are their biggest enemies. Only by defeating them together can they gain the last glimmer of hope.
These eight disciples were more or less slightly injured, and their Yuanli energy was consumed very much, less than 50%.
At this time, eight people gathered together, discussing countermeasures in low voices, and finally decided to join forces to launch the sword formation and try their best to fight for the last time.
Immediately afterwards, only eight people were seen spreading out, surrounding Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui, their feet taking specific steps, and their bodies starting to wander according to a specific pattern.
Everyone can see that this is Liuyun Sect's outer sect spell, Bagua Sword Formation, which is a basic combined attack formation that outer sect disciples can practice.
The eight people were walking around with swords, and the swords were shining brightly, following the trajectory of Bagua. They kept flashing, drawing out their swords, and bursting out swords of light, and attacked Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui.
The two of them were in a sword formation. Every time they tried to escape by leaping, their way was blocked by countless bright sword lights, making them unable to escape.
He wanted to fight back, but he had to fight alone against the combined attacks of eight people, and he couldn't shake them in the slightest.
If eight people attack two people separately, both Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui can find an opportunity to break them. At this time, they have no choice but to attack each other. The power of the combined attack formation is obvious.
In desperation, the two had no choice but to defend with all their strength and look for opportunities to counterattack.
Half an hour passed, but still could not break through the sword formation blockade. Gao Huangkui's eyes gradually showed a hint of impatience.
Du Feiyun's eyes were calm and calm, not panicking at all, and he was hesitating in his heart whether to break out with a special move or not.
The next moment, dozens of crisscrossing sword lights suddenly converged together, and the eight figures that were wandering suddenly crossed erratic trajectories and overlapped together.
A gigantic sword glow suddenly appeared, as if it were the beginning of the world. The golden giant sword carried the power of cutting through the void and struck Du Feiyun and Gao Huangkui head-on.
At this moment, the two of them shouted at the same time and unleashed their strongest moves, causing the brilliance of their energy to splash out.
The folding fan in Gao Huangkui's hand kept flying, spreading out a wall of cyan halo to block the golden giant sword.
A trace of determination flashed in Du Feiyun's eyes, and he instantly pinched out 360 sword techniques with his right hand, and the most powerful move of Youlong Sword Technique exploded instantly.
The overwhelming crimson sword light was divided into three parts and hit the golden giant sword hard, immediately splashing with unparalleled strength.
When the 360th red sword light struck the dimming golden giant sword, the giant sword burst into pieces. The eight disciples groaned in unison, their faces turned pale, blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies flew out.
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One move, a violent and sharp move, actually broke the Bagua Sword Formation formed by eight people.
At this moment, countless outer sect disciples looked at Du Feiyun on the stage with shock and surprise, and their emotions surged.
However, the next moment, everyone's shocked and admiring eyes suddenly turned into astonishment.
Countless outer disciples opened their eyes wide and couldn't help but let out a low cry.
Because, on the ring, behind Du Feiyun, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on Gao Huangkui's face.
Then, the folding fans in his hands instantly erupted into hundreds of green blades that were more than a foot long, covering Du Feiyun.
At this time, Du Feiyun had just unleashed his unique move and destroyed the eight-part Bagua Sword Formation formed by eight people. This was the moment when his energy was running low and he was also at his weakest.
It’s over!
Seeing this scene, countless disciples felt sorry for Du Feiyun, as if they had foreseen the scene of his death on the spot.
