"Terrent!"

Sikong Duoyue waved his sword almost like a madman, and he couldn't wait.

Wei Yuan seized the opportunity and pulled Sikong Duoyue's long sword, then pinched his fingers and made a sword. The sword intent condensed and compressed it into his fingertips, and poked hard towards the other party's dantian Qihai.

Sikong Duoyue's face changed slightly. He knew very well this move. In this Heavenly Palace martial arts performance, the only disciple who died on the ring was Wei Yuan's finger penetrated the Qihai Sea and exploded the acupoints around his body and died. Sikong Duoyue didn't want to follow the man's footsteps, and quickly moved his body sideways to avoid it. Then he shouted angrily, "You dare to fight back! I want your life!"

As he finished speaking, the sword was raised high above the stern, and the sword energy was thriving, as if he wanted to cut the heaven and earth with one sword. It was a huge momentum, and it was extremely fast to cut Wei Yuan into two halves from then on.

But at this moment, Wei Yuan's eyes finally lit up and the opportunity came.

"Slay the soul in one thought!"

In an instant, before the sword edge could be cut off, Wuhen's sword intent slashed Sikong Duoyue's primordial spirit with one sword, and was blinded by the upcoming victory. Sikong Duoyue naturally did not notice the protection of the soul sea, and the soul was seriously injured by a sword in an instant.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Sikong Duoyue's aura instantly became weak, and his eyes widened incredible, "This..." "Diet!"

Just as he was surprised, Wei Yuan's voice that was so dull that he could find his life. The next moment, the Ruzi Niu Jianfeng stabbed straight into the door. Sikong Duoyue was panicking and retreating quickly.

But what he couldn't understand was that Wei Yuan had no intention of chasing him, but just stood there, with the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a meaningful and evil smile.

Just as Sikong Duoyue looked puzzled, a sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his heart. The next moment, he felt a heart-wrenching feeling of tearing all over his body. When he came to his senses, he was frightened by the scene in front of him and sweated coldly.

The sword energy of the Dao Zhan Dao hidden in the sword curtain quietly flew over and stabbed into the key acupoints around Sikong Duoyue, and for a moment it blocked most of his Taoist trajectory flow.

As early as the first solo competition in the Tiangong martial arts show, Wei Yuan discovered that the sword art practiced by Sikong Duoyue is a domineering technique that becomes more courageous as the battle becomes. The more injured he is, the stronger his combat power, the sharper his sword edge will be.

However, even if you are more and more brave, without the flow of Taoism, you are just a stronger mortal. Although the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao has not blocked all the acupoints of Sikong Duoyue's body, it finally cut his strength down to a level. Even if this is only temporary, it is enough.

After blocking all the acupoints of Sikong Duoyue, Wei Yuan could finally show his strength. The sword shadows in the sky gathered under his finger and then came out one after another, swarming towards Sikong Duoyue like a galaxy hanging from the nine heavens.

Jianying was mobilized by Wei Yuan, and the onlookers finally saw the situation inside the mountain, but the scene in front of him was far beyond everyone's expectations.

Sikong Duoyue was extremely anxious. The sword energy river was extremely fast and powerful. However, now he could not completely call the Taoist method in his body. It turned out to be fish on the chopping board and could be slaughtered.

As soon as the sword curtain rushed past, Sikong Duoyue could only use a few Taoist techniques in his body to pour into the long sword and protect him tightly. But even so, he could only resist most of the damage. There were still many sword shadows piercing into his body in the shuttle, and blood was sprinkled in an instant, and the scene was terrible.

The sword shadow rushed past, and finally dissipated between the world behind Sikong Duoyue as if he had used all his strength. Then he turned to look at Sikong Duoyue. At this time, he was already in a mess. His clothes were already broken, and blood almost dyed the whole person red.

Fortunately, his master, as the God Lord, gave him a pill of not low level. He took it out and swallowed it at this critical moment, which suppressed his injuries and saved his life.

"You...puff!"

Sikong Duoyue's eyes were filled with anger and hatred, staring at Wei Yuan, but before he could finish a word, a mouthful of blood was already spurting out, and his face was gloomy and said, "What a Wei Yuan, I'll record the account today. I will definitely give you ten times the reward in the future!"

He also knew that he had been careless just now. If he tried his best, he would never let Wei Yuan find an opportunity to take advantage of it. But now it would be too late to say anything. With his current serious injury, coupled with his serious injury to the soul and his inability to use the Taoist Dharma with all his strength, even an ordinary Zhaoshen First Realm could kill him, let alone Wei Yuan.

Thinking of this, Sikong Duoyue didn't dare to stay for a moment. He flew towards the far sky in a flash. As long as he escaped from here, the more than 300 mysterious jades in his hand could still ensure that he could rank among the top three in this martial arts performance.

Looking at Sikong Duoyue's back as he flew away, Wei Yuan did not get up to chase him. It was not that he didn't want it, but that he couldn't.

In fact, Wei Yuan now seems to be nothing serious, but in fact he is already at the end of his strength. The injuries in his body are unprecedentedly serious. The sea of ​​qi is tumbling like a tide of a river, the meridians all over his body are swelling and painful, and even several places have collapsed. The reason why he can still stand there is only because of his will.

It is precisely because Wei Yuan's injuries were indeed so serious that he was so scary that he was so weak that Sikong Duoyue could truly let go of his guard. Otherwise, even if he pretended to be like him, he would still be exposed in front of a disciple of the God of Heaven.

After taking a deep breath, Wei Yuan endured the severe pain in his body, turned to look out of the mountain, and murmured, "Dan Taiyuan, stop pretending, I know you don't die so easily, you lost."

As soon as these words were said, everyone immediately realized that Dan Taiyuan is fine?

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a figure slowly rising from the mountains and forests. It was the Dan Taiyuan who looked as pale as paper and was covered in wounds.

He soared from the top of the mountain, first glanced at the flag stuck beside Wei Yuan, and then smiled bitterly, "I have done all my mind, but in the end I will still be empty. I am convinced, four hundred Xuanyu belong to you."

As he said that, Dan Tai Yuan threw a Sumeru Ring to Wei Yuan without hesitation. The latter investigated it and nodded before nodding, but only took away one hundred of them. Then he threw the Sumeru Ring containing three hundred Xuanyu back to Dan Tai Yuan.

Tan Taiyuan was stunned and said with some difficulty understanding, "Why is this?"

"I want to win, and I don't want Sikong Duoyue to be comfortable. I hope you can work hard for this second place in the Tiangong martial arts performance."

Wei Yuan spoke lightly.

When Dan Taiyuan heard this, he immediately smiled, "You are really a bit surprised. I seem to be no different from Sikong Duoyue, why should I be the second place?"

"I prefer the former if I am a real villain or a hypocrite."
Chapter completed!