At this moment, Xu Yan no longer cared about the uproar and shock of thousands of disciples outside the field. For him, he was already at the most boundary of the battle circle. As long as he took a step back, it would be a real step away and would become the final defeat of this competition.

The eighth style of the Qiongqiu Sword Art.

"Sword fire is like the wind!"

Li Ku shouted loudly, and the long sword he held in his right hand shone brightly in an instant.

Above the sword, there were flames lingering.

At the same time, in the battle circle of the martial arts square, a cold wind suddenly rose around Li Ku's side, making his head full of black hair dance wildly, and his numb robe were also making noises.

Xu Yan was also in the cold wind blowing from the deep valley, but at this moment, his feelings were completely different from Li Ku, because in Xu Yan's perception, the inexplicable cold wind formed by the continuous overlap of the opponent's sword moves was not only full of bleakness, but also a series of cold and solemn aura.

The strong winds get stronger.

The light of the long sword in Li Ku's hand became stronger.

The next moment, Li Ku, who was reflected in the blazing flames, finally showed a trace of hideous hide that had been hidden for a long time on his face. He said hoarsely to Xu Yan: "It seems that everything is about to end, junior brother!"

Then, without waiting for Xu Yan to answer, he suddenly slashed the long sword with the fiery red flames in his hand towards the former.

This sword is the last move in the Qiongqiu Sword Art and the strongest sword.

On the viewing platform, Feng Yuanshan looked at the blazing flames burning in the deep blue twilight, and looked relieved, as if he had seen one of the two most outstanding disciples in his hands, and was about to eliminate the genius sword cultivator who had been rumored to be rumored to be a sensation.

...

In the camp of the Dongzi Sect, Qiu Yuanjin looked at Xu Yan, who had been completely submerged by the fire, with her beautiful eyes stagnant and murmured to herself: "I didn't expect that there would be such a one-sided competition. I originally thought he could go to the end. Alas, it seems that the practice time is too short."

Beside Qiu Yuanjin, Xu Hui stared at the battle circle with her eyes tightly, and she kept praying in her heart: "No, no, no, Brother Xu will definitely not lose."

...

"I didn't expect that the junior brother was so arrogant that he was finally killed. I originally thought he was so strong, but it seemed that he was just like that. However, Li Ku from the Qiu Sect is really strong, and this person should not be underestimated!"

"Yes, I didn't expect that in this sect, such a powerful disciple appeared. I think the position of Xiazi Sect is not guaranteed."

"Shut up, since the Xu surnamed has a sect leader as a backer, how can he not have a trump card?"

...

At this moment, there were different opinions among the disciples of various sects.

However, most people think that Xu Yan's chance of losing is greater, and only a very small number of people always think that Xu Yan will definitely not be defeated so easily.

For example, the two Chen brothers of the Xia sect, and the only one left in the Chun sect, Gu Xueqing, and the one who is the Dong sect, is already crying with tears in her eyes, but she remembers that Xu Hui, who told her not to cry easily, not long ago, was not long ago.

However, among these people, they are not as good as the man in the blue shirt with the highest status.

Zhao Bailian witnessed the flames in the sky wrapping Xu Yan in it, and her face was still as calm as water. It was not until the flames completely escaped from Li Ku's sword that he said softly: "It's now."

...

A silver thread suddenly lit up from the flames all over the sky.

Among the thousands of disciples who were watching.

No one saw it.

But Li Ku, who was in front of this silver thread, felt the horror of the silver thread very clearly. So, with a look of horror on his face, his body instantly retreated more than ten feet. Even after stopping, he still looked at the silver thread with lingering fear.

As expected.

After he flew out, the silver thread suddenly surged into a huge sword energy.

It looks like the famous sword in the world, the treasure of the Lotus Sect, Fuyao.

Xu Yan held a long sword in his hand and waved it down.

The fire waves in the sky were directly cut into two by him and they all bypassed his body. However, after the sword energy split the fire, it still showed a momentum like a broken bamboo. Without a stop, it continued to rush towards Li Ku who was more than ten feet away.

The sword energy galloped away from the air.

Every time you fly over a distance of one meter, the sword energy will surge one meter long.

When Li Ku looked at the giant sword that was more than ten feet long when he approached him, he finally showed a real bitter smile.

The sword energy smashed down with a bang, and the smoke and dust in the sky were rolled up.

Li Kuyang's sword was struggling to support it, but it was still slashed back by the sword energy, and it was about to roll out of the battle circle in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, at the last moment, he wiped the ground with his sword, and while bringing a string of sparks, he stopped his body's continued rolling down.

Regardless of the mud and dust stained on the rag robe.

Li Ku rushed forward with a carp and turned over and stood up.

After completely stabilizing his body, he looked at Xu Yan with a serious expression and said coldly: "I didn't expect you to have such a profound sword move. You are really worthy of being the master of the sect leader. It makes people feel jealous. However, this sword consumed a lot of your energy. I just don't know how much energy there is left in your Qi Mansion to use this sword move?"

Xu Yan looked at Li Ku who was embarrassed but obviously not seriously injured, but his face couldn't help but turn a little white, but his tone was still very calm, and he replied, "I want to know how much energy I have left in my Qi Mansion, you can come up and find out."

At this moment, both of them were on the edge of the battle circle, and they could decide the final victory or defeat by just one step away. Unfortunately, both of them resisted each other's offensive at the last moment.

Seeing that his face was pale and he pretended to be calm, Li Ku sneered immediately. He walked back to the center of the battle circle, and said at the same time: "My junior brother, it is useless to pretend to be calm on his face. If I guess correctly, you should have just broken through to the third floor, right?"

Xu Yan didn't care that the other party could see through his cultivation at a glance, but chuckled and replied: "Since my senior brother also thinks it's useless to pretend, why did he look sad and look like he was facing a great enemy before? Could it be that my senior brother thought that this would make me underestimate your strength?"

When Li Ku heard this, his face became a little hot, and then he snorted coldly, no longer lingering on this issue. He gradually approached Xu Yan, and the long sword on his right hand was trembling. He saw him trotting up again and trotting, and he wanted to get close to Xu Yan who was standing in place without moving.

Seeing that he was rushing towards him again, Xu Yan would naturally not let him get close to him so casually, and immediately pinched the sword technique with his hands.

Fu Yao was suspended in the air on his shoulder.

Then Xu Yan uttered a word from his mouth.

"disease!"

Fuyao shot away instantly.

...

In the Chun school, Zhou Xian, who was already an ordinary elder, suddenly stood up from his seat after seeing this scene.
Chapter completed!