Song Baiyi is a music cultivator, holding a white jade flute. In addition, he looks as gentle as jade, has a gentle and polite voice, wears white clothes, and has an excellent temperament.
The female disciples under the ring screamed loudly when they saw him, and even Zhong Liyue, who kept saying that she wanted to cheer for Xing Yue, secretly joined the team of fans.
Xingyue's eyes were sharp and she saw that Zhong Liyue's eyes never left Song Baiyi. She was angry that the good sisters actually ran to their rivals.
As if feeling Xing Yue's gaze, Zhong Liyue turned to look at her, and saw Xing Yue staring straight at her, with condemnation in her eyes. She smiled coquettishly and cheered for Xing Yue loudly, her voice once surpassed that of Xing Yue's.
Song Baiyi’s little fans.
When the time is up, the referee announces the start of the competition.
Xingyue held a thunder magic sword and was as fast as lightning, stabbing towards Song Baiyi.
Song Baiyi blew his flute, and the flute sound formed a wave of sound to block Xing Yue's attack.
When the attack failed, Xingyue quickly retreated. At this time, Song Baiyi changed the tune, and sound blades appeared from all directions, completely surrounding Xingyue.
Xingyue's spiritual energy overflowed from his body, and he used a move of annihilation, and all the sound blades were instantly wiped out by the powerful attack.
Nirvana is a magical power attached to the exercises practiced by Xing Yue, and it is very powerful.
After blocking the attack, Xingyue raised his hand and swung out countless sword energies. Song Baiyi was not strong enough and was scratched by several sword energies.
Her white clothes were stained with blood, and her grace was even more impressive. The female disciples under the stage were heartbroken.
Because of the injury, Song Baiyi's attacks became more rapid and fierce. The sound of the flute changed from gentle to rapid, and shadowless sound waves spread out. Xingyue was caught off guard. There seemed to be something pulling in his mind, and his mind was in a trance for a moment.
Song Baiyi took this opportunity to give Xing Yue a fatal blow. At the critical moment, Xing Yue suddenly woke up, but the attack had already arrived, so she could only avoid the fatal part, her body slightly shifted, and the sound blade passed through Xing Yue's shoulder and disappeared.
Invisibly, she covered her shoulders and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
The tearing pain spread from the shoulder to the whole body, blood continued to flow from the wound, and Xingyue's lavender dress was also covered in red.
After using spiritual energy to stop the bleeding from the wound, Xingyue launched another attack. The lightning flashed on the long sword, and a sword energy carrying the meaning of thunder thrust towards Song Baiyi. The speed was so fast that he could not avoid it. Due to the consumption of the previous attack,
He had lost his huge spiritual energy, so now he could only play the jade flute and resist with all his strength, and his already pale face became even paler.
In this way, she failed to resist Xing Yue's attack. Her sword intent broke through the shield formed by the sound waves and penetrated into Song Baiyi's flesh and blood.
The power of thunder mixed with the sword intent continued to destroy his flesh and blood, and blood spurted out, even with spiritual power.
Song Baiyi covered his wound and collapsed to the ground, losing the ability to fight.
Until the referee declared the winner, Xing Yue could no longer hold on and her body was shaking. Just when she was about to fall, Zhong Liyue rushed to the ring to support her and fed her a healing elixir.
Song Baiyi was also given pills by someone he knew and carried down.
Fortunately, there will be no Xingyue competition for the time being, so she can recover from her injuries.
"I'll take you back," Zhong Liyue said.
She helped Xing Yue out of the martial arts stage, took out the flying boat, and carried Xing Yue back to Taizhen Peak.
On the way, Xing Yue sent a message to Ming Yuan. When the two arrived, Ming Yuan was already waiting there.
She stepped forward to help Xing Yue and asked: "Little Master Uncle, how are you?"
Then she turned to look at Zhong Liyue, "Junior sister Liyue, thank you for sending my junior uncle back."
"Xingyue is my good friend, as he should be." Zhong Liyue said.
At this time, Xingyue said to Zhongliyue, "Go back quickly. If it's your turn later, it will be bad if you miss it."
"Okay, I'll leave first." Zhong Liyue didn't stay much longer. Although he was at the back of the pack, it was not impossible that it would be his turn if the ones in front were faster.
After Zhong Liyue left, Ming Yuan supported Xingyue and sent her back to her yard, "Uncle Master, please take good care of your injuries. I will inform you if there is any news."
"Yeah, thank you, nephew Ming Yuan." Xing Yue waved and sent Ming Yuan away.