The endless clouds and mist flowed endlessly, as if they had turned into countless chains, entangled Yu Lingzhou's body, and the spiritual energy in it also penetrated into his body desperately, trying to wipe out all his resistance.

But Yu Ling could not be so simple to be restrained. The mysterious power in the late stage of bone refining cooperated with dozens of spiritual powers running around and activated them together, and suddenly broke away from the tangled and strangled clouds. At the same time, the long sword in his hand drew a sharp arc, and the dark dark magic light seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, and in an instant it slashed towards Yun Qianzhong's vital point in the distance.

Although the power of the Crimson Kill is far greater than that of the Dark Demon Light, in this environment with sufficient water vapor, Yang Fire and Yin Fire are not suitable. Anyway, with the flexibility and maneuverability of the Dark Demon Light, you can still deal with Yun Qianzhong very well.

Yun Qianzhong, dressed in blue clothes, floated back and then retreated. Layers of clouds and mist lingered around her, trying to block the dark dark magic light. However, as Yu Ling moved her mind, it turned over a strange curve, bypassed the blockade of the cloud and mist layer, and continued to attack Yun Qianzhong from the side.

"Swish swish--"

At the same time, Yu Ling slashed out two more Dark Demon Sword Lights, crossed and circled around Yun Qianzhong, blocking all her dodge space.

But the two fought fiercely in the clouds and fog world, and the disciples watching the battle outside couldn't help but sigh in unison, wishing they could have a pair of perspective eyes and see the white fog-filled martial arts field.

Every time they hate this is this. You can't fight well, and you can't hide it from others. Then, when you close your eyes and open your eyes, everything ends, and you don't even know how it ends. It's so it makes people feel itchy and depressed and vomiting blood. Although the result is the most important, at least it's a process?

Unlike the disciples who were eagerly looking through Qiushui, the elders of the four forces could easily see clearly. Even if they were not soul masters, they could roughly judge the situation on the field based on the fluctuations of spiritual power. Unfortunately, it seems that the cultivation of these two people is indeed equal, and it is probably not easy to decide the outcome.

The elders of the academy and Qingxu Valley were both worried and stared at the martial arts venue without blinking. Sometimes Yu Ling was at a disadvantage, and sometimes Yun Qianzhong was at a disadvantage, which made them unable to help but feel emotional ups and downs. So the disciples simply stared at their elders and directly judged the situation through their expression changes.

At one moment, the disciples found that the elders of Qingxu Valley suddenly opened their eyes wide, and even their breathing became a little quicker. The elders of the Academy had a dim face and a gloomy face. They couldn't help but whispering to each other. They didn't know what happened on the field, which made both elders so uneasy.

At this time, the battle situation had been stalemate for three or four minutes, and Yun Qianzhong had actually become more and more depressed without realizing it, because as time goes by, Yu Ling is getting stronger and stronger, but her spiritual power is constantly being consumed.

Finally, Yun Qianzhong stopped dodging and retreating. After a pause, he sacrificed a white jade ring from the spiritual ring, with flowing cloud runes engraved on it. With her light shout, the jade ring suddenly shattered and turned into millions of white lights, blending into the entire cloud and mist realm, causing this half-domain spiritual technique to change again.

"Mist Kill!" As she spit out two words without emotion, her figure suddenly disappeared in front of Yu Ling's eyes, and she could no longer find it, as if her had evaporated from the world.

Yu Ling felt that the clouds around him became tighter and heavier, as if layers of shackles were stuck on him, gradually pressing him down so hard that he could not move. Then even his bones were suppressed and clattered, as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

But looking outside the field, the white fog in the sky suddenly dissipated, and to be precise, they all gathered and compressed into one place. In the end, the huge martial arts field was left with only a three-meter-diameter cloud sphere.

Everyone was stunned. Looking left and right, there was no sign of Yu Ling. Then they realized that he was probably suppressed in the narrow cloud sphere. If he said so, Yu Ling was defeated in this battle?

Only Elder Qi looked ugly and spat secretly. After losing a yarn, he wanted to immediately announce that Yun Qianzhong won, but these little kids really didn't know anything. I didn't see whether Yun Qianzhong's face was pale and transparent. Now it depends on which of these two people can't hold on first, but if he compares to endurance, he really doesn't like Yun Qianzhong.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Yun Qianzhong began to shaking. Coupled with his pale face, he looked like a weak willow in the wind, so stubborn that it was heartbreaking, but she always pursed her lips tightly, just unwilling to give up.

Until the cloud sphere suddenly exploded, a figure in black strode out of it.

Yun Qianzhong's whole body was shocked, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant, and he fell to the ground in depressed manner, losing the peerless demeanor of Senior Sister Qingxugu.

"Awesome." Yu Ling gently wiped away the blood on her lips, but sighed sincerely.

In order to break free from the cloud mist ball, he also exhausted all his potential. But if Yun Qian's spiritual power had not been exhausted, he would probably not have been able to get out until now.

If Yun Qianzhong had not fought three games in a row before and was at his peak, the result of this competition would be really hard to say, because this fog killing move really caused him to suffer significant internal injuries and his internal bones were damaged. If he had not practiced the warrior system at all, he would definitely not be able to stand now.

Just by the clouds and mist realm, the clouds are worthy of being listed above the moon.

"Are you still an ancient martial artist?" Yun Qianzhong looked at him in a daze, trying hard to support himself and stood up, but he almost staggered and fell again. Fortunately, she held the railing on the edge of the martial arts field in time.

Yu Ling did not answer, but Yun Qianzhong had already had an answer when he asked this sentence. He was not surprised at this moment. He just nodded slightly and murmured to himself: "Three major systems... I am not wronged."

Yu Ling watched her walk down the martial arts field step by step with difficulty, but her back was so arrogant. Even if she was defeated, she was still as faint as water, without being sad and angry, nor hysterical. The disciples of Qingxugu just looked at the senior sister silently, and no one came forward to support her. It was not that they didn't want to, but they didn't dare.

Because the lonely and stubborn little girl said ten years ago that she did not need anyone’s help, and she should have walked alone in her cultivation path. It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself.

This sentence is still engraved on the stone tablet in front of the disciples' hall of Qingxu Valley.

Therefore, even if Yun Qianzhong lost this game, in their hearts, the senior sister will always be the strongest.

Yu Ling withdrew his gaze to Yun Qianzhong. The conversation between the two was light and shallow. I am afraid that no one could hear it except themselves. After all, the barrier of the martial arts field was still there.

But when he just moved towards the other stairs, Elder Qi's annoying voice rang out again: "The next game, Yuling of the Academy vs. Chungu Feng of the Seven Star Palace."

After the scene was quiet for a short moment, a riot suddenly erupted, and the noisy waves almost drowned out all the sounds. If the saliva could drown people, Elder Qi might have sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Elder, I object."

But the first one to stand up to oppose it was Chungu himself. His faint voice was like an awl and entered the noisy scene, with unquestionable determination. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!