On stage Xuanzi No. 1, Bai Yunsheng, who was seriously injured, suddenly sat down on the spot, seemingly recovering from his injuries.
Murong Qing did not take advantage of others' danger. For him, the outcome was decided anyway, and allowing Bai Yunsheng to recover and step down gracefully would be considered a favor to Murong Chen.
This is also the thought of Xiang Wujian and others under the Xuanzi stage. Yi Fengxiao, who has always had a cold face, has already begun to prepare for the next duel.
But what no one knew was that Bai Yunsheng was not healing his wounds at this time, but was instead meditating with his eyes closed.
This is why he relied on Murong Qing's fists even though he was seriously injured.
Something similar to "soul-leaving syndrome" occurred in him again - it seemed that at every critical moment, some inexplicable memories would always appear in his mind.
And this memory is a martial art called Heaven and Earth Lianli Dao.
When Bai Yunsheng saw the comment on the first sentence, he made up his mind to practice it forcefully.
"Heaven and earth are aligned, a sharp sword has no shadow, and there is no right in the world."
What Bai Yunsheng needs most now is speed, faster.
Following the lines in the secret book, each sword technique vividly appeared in his consciousness.
The knife has no shadow and is unpredictable; the shadow is like a knife and sadness is like a river.
The more seriously Bai Yunsheng meditated, the more he felt a sad power.
Soon, the last sword trick slowly emerged, and in the picture, the dusk was like blood, and there were thousands of people standing on the wall. A man was holding a scimitar in his hand, standing on the top of the cliff. The setting sun passed through his back, carving a pattern.
Such indescribable desolation and desolation.
Suddenly, blood flashed across the horizon, and the man's back disappeared into the sunset, but the sharp sword energy surged through the mountains and rivers between heaven and earth.
Bai Yun opened his eyes suddenly.
The snowy wind from the top took the opportunity to pass over the stage, ruffling the blue water of Tianchi Lake.
A snowflake in the wind fell on Bai Yunsheng's eyebrows, and an indescribable sadness suddenly flowed from his cold eyes.
The Cangming Demon Sword inserted on the stage suddenly trembled violently, let out bursts of whining, flew out of the stone surface, and flew into Bai Yunsheng's hand.
Clear clouds cover the sun in the sky, and the light is slightly cold.
Bai Yunsheng stood like a javelin, and the sadness that had risen without wind suddenly burned up, like a swordsman who was about to bid farewell to his opponent.
"I would like to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth."
Bai Yunsheng whispered an inexplicable word and jumped into the air. The moment he blocked the sunlight from Murong Qing's eyes, the light of the sword fell in front of Murong Qing's eyes, as dark as ink.
Murong Qing's face showed a bit of disappointment. He didn't expect that Bai Yunsheng was still trying karma attacks.
But the disappointment on his face solidified in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the dark light fell on Murong Qing's eyebrows.
"What!"
Murong Qing's face turned upside down in an instant, his sadness and decadence were all gone, and he raised his arms in horror.
Pfft.
Like a candle blown out in the breeze.
The black light fell on the Great Xuanwu Killer, and Murong Qing seemed to have bumped into a group of rushing wild horses. He retreated more than thirty feet and almost flew out of the Xuanzi Platform.
Before Da Xuanwu killed him, the Demonic Sword Cangming's gleaming light was bone-piercing. Bai Yunsheng's eyes trembled, and the blade immediately flew back to his hand as if it was pulled by a wire.
Blood soaked through the clothes on Murong Qing's chest and back. Although there was no external injury, the shock of the internal organs in the body directly squeezed the blood out of the skin!
Murong Qing had not yet woken up from the shock, and then, another sharp knife wind had scratched his scalp.
Obviously, Bai Yunsheng is not a broad-minded person.
Murong Qing quickly reacted from his mistake, but before he could open the Wandering Prison, the shadows of swords all over the sky had already fallen down.
Murong Qing became a wooden stake again, but a moving wooden stake.
Bai Yunsheng's sword was incredibly fast, too fast to dodge.
Murong Qing danced his arms wildly and kept spinning in circles. The homeless prison had no time to distinguish the blade, and scars gradually appeared on his body.
In desperation, Murong Qing simply gave up the prison, the karma in his body poured out, and he wielded the big Xuanwu knife to kill Bai Yunsheng in all directions.
From a distance, it looks like an "eight-armed arhat" moving awkwardly.
The shadow of the knife, the shadow of the fist.
Black shadow, yellow shadow.
Bai Yunsheng and Murong Qing couldn't tell who was attacking and who was defending.
Because at this moment, if you make one slow move, you will definitely lose.
In the blink of an eye, the battle has reached fever pitch.
Murong Qing's melancholy and calm demeanor had long since disappeared. He quickly struck back at Bai Yunsheng's blade, seemingly with arms on all sides, but he was still sweating profusely and full of danger.
Every time the knife in Bai Yunsheng's hand was thrust out, thirty-three rays of light would fall, coming and going in an instant, slashing Murong Qing happily.
I'm afraid no one could have imagined that the two divine weapons, the Demon Sword Cangming and the Great Xuanwu Sha, would meet again here.
The deceased Feilian Demon King Youhong would not have thought that Murong Wu, who was on the platform, would not have thought that he had not recognized Cangming yet.
No one on Tianchi recognized it - they were all concentrating on watching the competition on the Xuanzi No. 1 platform, for fear of missing every move of the two people. This kind of competition is definitely not something you can see in ordinary times.
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Bai Yunsheng and Murong Qing have already entered a certain offensive and defensive rhythm, just waiting for whoever is slow to move, or whose karma is overdrawn, the balance is broken, and the victory or defeat is obvious.
To say they were surprised, several people from Tianyi College were even more surprised.
Others don't know the details of Bai Yunsheng, but they still know a little bit about him.
However, at this moment, the martial arts displayed by Bai Yunsheng were something they had never heard of or seen before.
Only Mu Chengxue had no surprise in her eyes. It seemed that she would not be surprised if anything happened to Bai Yunsheng.
She was just worried. Worried that the Bihun flower poison in Bai Yunsheng's body might break out at any time.
Yi Fengxiao had completely come to his senses and was silently staring at the battle on the stage - he believed that he would never be able to reach the level of either of these two people.
At this moment, the cold-tempered Mr. Wolf felt a sudden sense of alienation - it turned out that Bai Yunsheng had surpassed him unknowingly.
On stage Xuanzi No.1.
For two people who are caught in a fight without realizing it, does the final outcome really matter?
Maybe it doesn't matter anymore. How many times in this life can we have such a hearty fight?
Maybe it's important, after all, there are sects and friends behind them.
Half a stick of incense.
No, it's a stick of incense.
Or longer.
A scream echoed across the island.
The water of Tianchi is still so blue, so still, so pure and innocent.
The seamless battle situation between Bai Yunsheng and Murong Qing finally collapsed.
Bai Yunsheng held Cangming, performed a graceful backflip, and slid out backwards.
Murong Qing stood still, motionless.
The wind and clouds are driving the sun.
The cold wind that had been hiding for a long time blew slowly, and one or two snowflakes fell on Murong Qing's shoulders.
Just listen to a "plop" sound.
Murong Qing knelt on the ground. The right side of his chest was stabbed completely by Cang Ming, and not a drop of blood oozed from the smooth, silky wound.
There was no trace of messiness in Bai Yunsheng's black clothes. He seemed to have no injuries at all and was standing as if nothing was wrong.
Suddenly, Qisha looked like a ghost.
Bai Yunsheng appeared in front of Murong Qing at lightning speed, blocking all the sunlight.
The Yueyueqiu disciples and Murong Chenxin in the audience were already talking with their voices raised.
Especially Murong Chen, she never wanted to see any casualties among her sect members.
But no one can stop Bai Yunsheng.
Because there are no guarantees of casualties or casualties in the Liuhe Competition.
At this moment, on stage and off stage, they are two completely different worlds.
Bai Yunsheng raised his hand and pointed the sharp Cangming at Murong Qing's Tianling.
The cold murderous aura had already touched Murong Qing's scalp.
"No, no!"
Murong Chen's eyes were blurred, and he repeated two words in a low voice. The scene when he was defeated by Bai Yunsheng reappeared, like a face of death.
Xiang Wujian put his arm around Murong Chen's shoulders, patted him a few times, and comforted him: "Xiao Chen, don't worry."
Xiang Wujian said it lightly, but he himself was not sure whether it was true or not.
Now Bai Yunsheng's temperament has changed so much that he can no longer guess Bai Yunsheng.