When he was about to rush out of the bamboo forest, he thought the time was ripe, and then he suddenly put a long whistle to his lips and whistled it as he walked.

The sound was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, shrill and sad, making people feel fear and sorrow. The seeds in the hidden soil began to take root and sprout quickly, and then grew into thorns that spread everywhere.

These thorns are light green in color, blending seamlessly into the surrounding bamboo forest, making them difficult to detect. However, when someone walks by, they suddenly shrink, wrapping and entangling any creature that strays into them, trapping them within.

call out--

Several more bamboo and wooden flying swords slashed across the side of the man in the straw raincoat, leaving several bloody marks on his body. The straw raincoat on his back was also mostly torn apart, and the woven structure was broken, revealing the broken structure inside.

Although he had a few more wounds on his body, this senior brother was able to determine the location of his junior sister through the thorns left along the way.

With a position in place, everything else became much easier. A resolute smile appeared on his face, and he put away his long flute and drew a narrow white wooden sword from behind him. Then, instead of running away, he rushed directly into the bamboo forest behind him.

Soon, the sound of fierce fighting was heard. The scattered sword blades and knife lights cut through the surrounding bamboos one by one, creating extremely smooth wounds. Many bamboos slowly fell down with the sound of being cut through the surrounding branches and leaves.

A continuous clash of swords rang out in the bamboo forest. The two men were very familiar with each other, so there was no need for any surprising moves to win. But after fighting for a cup of tea, the straw raincoat brother suddenly dodged and knocked the sword out of his opponent's hand, ending the fight.

"Junior sister, you lose." He pointed the tip of the sword in front of the other party, and then slowly put it away after saying that.

"No, not yet." The junior sister's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light. She froze everything around her for a short time, then turned sideways and went straight for the throat of the senior brother in front of her.

Unfortunately, this delicate movement only lasted less than half a second before it was stopped by a hand.

"You don't think that these are the only abilities I possess, Senior Brother."

The senior brother in straw raincoat grabbed the junior sister beside him and flew away, then grabbed her throat with one hand.

"Can we declare victory now?" He looked up at the one-legged white-feathered bird in the sky.

"Yunhemen, let Shanjun win." A loud voice came from the mouth of the white-feathered bird.

"Cough cough..." After the game, the woman stood up holding her throat.

"You bastard..." This time she didn't even want to call him "senior brother". She grabbed the bamboo sword beside her with one hand, ready to stab the other party again.

"Master Lingyu, please stop fighting, the competition is over!" The white-feathered bird in the sky shouted a warning.

"Hey, hey, don't be like this. I just hid some of my strength to give you the illusion that you can defeat me."

"I, your senior brother, just want you to enjoy the fight. After all, I'm not a petty villain."

Ling Shanjun, who was wearing a straw raincoat, easily avoided the sword light of his junior sister, then rushed forward and picked up the willful and temperamental junior sister by the waist.

"Let go, why are you doing this!"

For a moment, Master Yu was both angry and annoyed. He felt ashamed that so many people had seen him in such a scene, and his ears turned red.

"I won't let you go. If you continue to fight, you will be punished by the tournament organizers, and then I won't have the money to redeem you." He held down the struggling sister in his arms and made the mountain king jump out of the Mirror Lake World.

The three competitions this morning have ended, so it doesn't matter if he leaves now.

The lake reflected the scenes of the contestants competing. Some transformed into giant dragons and soared into battle, some transformed into ferocious beasts and charged through the mountains, some wore wings and moved ethereally, while others wielded weapons and unleashed extraordinary moves. All sorts of exciting and intense battles unfolded one after another.

In the seats on both sides of Mirror Lake, countless spectators cheered loudly, some applauded it, and some were happy to see such a stunning battle scene.

As expected of the once-in-a-decade Red Tower Sword Fight, all the contestants are geniuses from various regions. Almost all of them are above Sequence 6, while there are only a few at Sequence 5, and there are even several who have reached the strength of Sequence 7.

On a high mountain, the sunlight above was often blocked by the giant dragon roaming in the sky. Its terrifying dragon body seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and its golden scales were beautiful and ferocious. The scales covered with sharp spikes were like metal, flashing with dangerous light.

This Bimuli golden dragon is far more powerful and terrifying than the rumors say. Even a Sequence 8 monster in the wild would be easily defeated and torn apart by it.

Looking up at the terrifying dragon that made his legs tremble, the contestant lost his fighting spirit before he even made a move, and finally threw down his weapon unwillingly.

"Gu Lie of the Burning Sun and Yellow Feather Sect wins."

The white-feathered bird shouted again, and then the golden dragon hovering in the sky turned into a human form again, and a man with a bold temperament walked down from the air.

The competition continues.

Although most people this time were Sequence 6, the gap between them was not significant, and the fights were lively and exciting, there were still some extraordinary geniuses who continued to win in a near-crushing manner.

Qinglian washes the sword in the palace, Sudeng tower.

The Red Dust Fantasy House mourns the present.

The scorching sun and yellow feather school, Gu Lie.

A valley of thousands of colors, a blue sky.

The blue waves of Tianhai Pavilion and the clear sea wall.

These five disciples from major sects gradually stood out from the other contestants and became the talked-about figures throughout Luojing. Everyone was arguing about who would win the Red Tower Sword Tassel.

The entire Luojing was immersed in the lively atmosphere of the sword fight in the Red Tower.

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Western Continent, Emenas College.

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