Dressed as a male protagonist, the sword spirit is swollen? [Xiu Xian]

Chapter 38

The other monks who watched the battle also gradually saw the change in Jun Wuye's momentum. Their faces were so excited that they couldn't help it. They were obviously shocked by Jun Wuye's breakthrough in the battle.

"Oh my god! I never thought that I could see the legendary natural foundation building in my lifetime. What kind of monster is this kid!"

"It's definitely a once in a thousand years! If it's not a monster, it's a genius."

"Lingyao Peak is indeed a treasured land of geomantic omen, and the people who come out are extraordinary. Since Feng Yi and Jun Wuye became famous, there have been many people going to Lingyao Peak."

Feng Yi listened to the exclamation of the audience, her face was still calm, but her heart was infected by this excited atmosphere.She stared closely at Jun Wuye who had stood up in front of her, her eyes were burning with fighting spirit, as if a cluster of flames had been ignited: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Jun, but I will never back down, Senior Brother."

Accompanied by her deep and masculine voice, the red long whip was thrown out again, and countless whip flowers were rolled up, and the force was stronger than before.

Su Yi looked at Feng Yi's almost desperate style of attacking and not defending, and understood that the opponent had already used [-]% of his skills to fight. Feng Yi seemed to want to make a quick decision?

Regarding Feng Yi's attack again, Jun Wuye's expression didn't change at all. Immediately, dozens of dark green vines shook in front of him, entangled with the long whip like a python.

Jun Wuye's blood-stained robe fluttered in the wind, he gently wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes were as indifferent as ice and snow: "Senior Brother Feng, just come."

Perhaps because of Jun Wuye's successful advancement to the foundation-building stage, the dozens of dark green vines were not easily broken by Feng Yi's red whip as before, but continued to grow thicker. The boa constrictor with its teeth and claws open has almost turned into a dark green wall.

Feng Yi didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, she suppressed her smile solemnly, flung the long whip away suddenly, and stepped back to get away from the vine wall.The moment Feng Yi stepped back, a red flame blazed on top of the green vine.

The fire spells restrained the wood spells, and the dozen or so vines were really afraid of the flames. They stopped growing and collapsed to the ground, finally turning into a pile of ashes.

Jun Wuye looked at Feng Yi, his eyes became more serious, and he never underestimated Feng Yi.Fighting so far, not only has he consumed more than half of his spiritual power, but the internal injuries of his internal organs have not been healed, and the possibility of winning is very slim.

But no matter what, Jun Wuye will never give up.

He wants to keep getting stronger. On the road of seeking immortality and asking questions, he is destined to only advance and not retreat. If he retreats because of timidity, there will be a cliff behind him. Once he falls, there will be no bones left.

Su Yi also knew that Jun Wuye's current situation was worrying, but he knew that he could not speak out to disturb him now.Jun Wuye was already in an unstable mood when he suddenly advanced, if he persuaded him to give up the battle and run away, he might become a demon.

Jun Wuye pursed his lips deeply, his icy face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost flowers, the halo was bright but there was a kind of indifference that did not seem like a living person.

He flicked his hands forward, and raised his wide sleeves, a whirlwind suddenly appeared on the high platform, the wind was majestic, and he rushed towards Feng Yi with the momentum of thunder.

Where the whirlwind passed, all the stone platforms were broken, sending flying dust all over the sky, and the audience in the audience were shocked inexplicably at once——Jun Wuye's attainment in using magic is really shocking.

Looking at the pale Jun Wuye, Su Yi's heart seemed to be pulled high into the air by something, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't ignore it—this whirlwind technique had used up all of Jun Wuye's remaining spiritual power, although it seemed The momentum is huge, but in fact it is hard to continue, plus he has injuries on his body, if he is a little careless, he may be backlashed by spiritual power, what is the reason for this brat?

And Feng Yi's response was even more astonishing. She clenched her teeth tightly, and fine beads of sweat began to seep from the bronze-colored forehead.

All of a sudden, the wind blew wildly, and the rocks and sand frightened the sand. Even the sunlight could not shine on the high platform that was already dusty.

The Martial arts platform has become a gray area, as if completely cut off from the surrounding world. For low-level monks whose spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, it is suddenly more difficult to see the battle situation clearly.

The monks watching the battle who temporarily lost their vision were very anxious. They could only feel the frightening fluctuations of spiritual power, but they didn't know what kind of battle situation was on the field.Now that the critical moment of the competition has come, it is really frustrating not to know who will win or lose between Feng Yi and Jun Wuye.

After a long time, the dust on the martial arts arena gradually dissipated, but the original high platform had completely become a wreckage, and a big hole was punched out in the central area of ​​the proving ground, which was bottomless. intense.

Where are Jun Wuye and Feng Yiren?

Everyone opened their eyes wide and searched, and finally, a slender figure appeared in the southeast corner of Yanwu Gaotai. He held a silver long sword and forced himself to stand still. The clothes were even more blood-stained.Even in such an embarrassing situation, the young man still pursed his thin lips tightly, his expression as cold as the snow that never melted on the top of a mountain.

The people in the audience were terrified, and they were moved by Jun Wuye's tenacity to support himself even though he was exhausted. In addition, Feng Yi could not be seen, and everyone almost believed that Jun Wuye was the leader of this year's outer sect. .

However, from the deep hole on the stage, a burly monk suddenly flew out - it was Feng Yi!

Everyone took a closer look and saw that Feng Yi was also dressed in tattered clothes, and the corners of his lips were bloodstained, obviously seriously injured.

Feng Yi wiped off the trace of blood indifferently, but blood was still gushing out. She frowned, looked at Jun Wuye on the southeast side, and saw him take out the handle behind him that had never been used in the field. Liu Shuangjian showed a bitter smile on his lips: "Junior Junior Brother, do you have another trick?" And Feng Yi himself was exhausted the moment Fei came up, and now he can barely survive on this stage. Just stand still.

Jun Wuye gave Feng Yi a cold sideways glance, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, but even though he was so messy and embarrassed, he still couldn't damage the cold and indifferent temperament on his body.

Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats because of Feng Yi's question, and they all looked at Jun Wuye holding the sword, secretly looking forward to a new round of competition.

However, before everyone reacted, the boy in the southeast corner suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body limp and fell backwards, he was unconscious.

And he was still clutching the silver Flowing Frost Sword tightly in his hand, as if it was some lingering obsession.

Master, sorry, the disciple lost...

Five days later, there was a hut somewhere outside the elixir peak.

A young man with delicate and picturesque eyebrows was lying on the bed, he closed his eyelids quietly, and there was a little cinnabar between his brows.

Su Yi slowly wiped Jun Wuye's face with a wet towel, and deeply felt that the bear boy like this looked much more obedient and obedient. With eyes as deep as a cold pool, there is no big difference between Jun Wuye and children of the same age, at most, he looks better.

It is expected that the bear will lose. In fact, in Su Yi's view, Jun Wuye is no different from Feng Yi.If it weren't for the serious injuries to the internal organs before the advanced stage, Jun Wuye would definitely be able to survive until the end.He just fell before Feng Yi, but at that time both of them also lost half of their spiritual power. If they fought again, it would definitely be a hand-to-hand fight like in the secular world.

Every time Su Yi thought of that kind of scene, he wanted to pound the table and laugh three times. Unfortunately, neither Feng Yi nor Jun Wuye would do that kind of thing.

Two days ago, the battle madman Feng Yi went to challenge Qi Yu. Qi Yu, like Jun Wuye, was finally defeated by Feng Yi.

However, what completely shocked Feng Yi was not that she became the leader of the inner sect as an outer disciple, but that her identity as a female cultivator was finally exposed to the public.

Perhaps more precisely, Feng Yi is not called Feng Yi, but Feng Ranyi.

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