A few minutes later, the two men fighting in the air slowly floated down. Gu Lie had transformed into a human form, but he still had three pure white lightsabers piercing his body: two in his chest and one in his back. They were all pierced through, slowly dripping blood, a very unsettling sight.

"As expected of the contemporary swordsman of Xijian Palace, I surrender." Gu Lie had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he saluted while suppressing the pain.

"Thank you... cough" he spat out another mouthful of blood.

At this time, Su Denglou was not in much better condition. The long sword in his hand had been broken, and half of his white clothes had been burnt into charcoal, while the other half was covered with red and black dried blood. He even seemed a little unsteady when he stood.

Although the situation was not good, he won in the end.

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Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Gu Lie still lost. Looking at the scene reflected in the Mirror Lake, Loran Hill felt a little regretful. In fact, among the last few people, Gu Lie's comprehensive strength could be among the top three, and he had few weaknesses. It was just that his luck was a little bad, and he met Su Denglou in the first round.

Next up is Huai Chang from Jiuhuang Mountain versus Ling Shanjun from Yunhe Gate.

In this competition, Ling Shanjun was also an unexpected favorite. No one expected that the Yunhe Sect, a small faction whose base was unknown, would actually have a Sequence 7, and it was a relatively difficult magic Sequence 7 to advance to. This was truly amazing.

Although this man dressed in a straw raincoat and dressed like a fisherman looks ordinary and has no deterrent power, he can always defeat his opponents in just the right ways, so much so that people suspect that he has some kind of predictive ability and can know all kinds of information about his opponents and fight accordingly.

Unfortunately, Ling Shanjun did not win in this competition. Huai Chang's experience and intuition in battle were honed through thousands of trials and tribulations. Some memories were even integrated into his muscles, leaving Ling Shanjun no time to think and analyze. He suppressed him from beginning to end until Ling Shanjun decisively admitted defeat.

"You can't fight him, junior sister. He's a fighting maniac." After the conversation, the unreliable senior brother came to comfort the junior sister beside him.

"I even feel that the opponent has not yet used all his strength. If it is a life-and-death battle, I will definitely die first. So in order to have someone to take care of you on the way back, I have no choice but to save my own life and simply admit defeat." Ling Shanjun explained again.

"Senior brother actually knew to stop this time. It's not easy for you." Master Ling Yu complained a few words from the side, but this time she didn't blame her senior brother.

Being able to enter the quarterfinals was already far beyond her expectations at the time. Now, everyone she faced was a hero, so how could she win every time?

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The third match was between Xiao Yubing and Zhuo Fengtong. One of them was from a royal palace and was the current princess. She might even be crowned a princess in the future. The other was the son of a great general and a descendant of a military family.

This competition was still exciting, and the two sides fought for a long time before it slowly came to an end.

On the eve of the end, Xiao Yubing was standing at the foot of the hill in a white gauze dress embroidered with gold. The hem and edge of her skirt had many signs of burning and damage, and there were also a lot of blood stains. However, it still did not damage the girl's face, and she had a charming figure and appearance.

Zhuo Fengtong was holding a long spear, and his armor was badly tattered, with gaps everywhere from being cut by Xiao Yubing's sword.

Panting, he pointed the tip of his halberd at Xiao Yubing's throat to stop him from taking any further action.

"Do you really dare to stab me? I am the only legitimate daughter of King Huainan." There was some dust on the princess's cheek, mixed with beads of sweat, making it look a bit crystal clear.

In response to Xiao Yubing's threat, Zhuo Fengtong slowly shook his head, then moved forward slightly, and the tip of the halberd pierced the swan-like neck, leaving blood as thin as a hair.

"You really dare." Xiao Yubing looked at the young man who was about the same age as her and said angrily.

Then she dropped the hilt of the sword from her hand and closed her eyes in defeat.

"Northern Palace Army, Zhuo Fengtong wins~" the white-feathered bird in the sky continued to shout.

There was also applause from the audience seats on both sides of Mirror Lake, cheering for the two geniuses.

At this moment, Xiao Yubing slowly opened his eyes again, "I will remember you."

Then her figure disappeared outside the Mirror Lake.

Looking at the departing figure, Zhuo Fengtong showed a bitter smile. Being remembered by this willful princess is not necessarily a good thing.

Forget it, there’s no point in thinking about it now, I can only deal with it as it happens.

Then he slowly retreated.

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The last match of the semi-finals is between Xie Zhuyan and Yi Miaoxin.

Both of them were women, one from the world-famous Hongchen Huanmofang sect, and the other from the long-declined ancient sect Chixian Sect, but what was the same was that before this sword fight in Chilou, few people knew about them.

"Please give me some advice." Yi Miaoxin, wearing a beautiful red flame gauze dress, bowed slightly.

"Forgive me."

Xie Zhuyan was much simpler, like a peasant woman in a remote mountain area, wearing a bamboo hat and plain linen clothes. She held the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, slowly pulling out a rusty long knife.

The blade is dark gray and shaped like a seedling. It looks a bit rough and emits a slight metallic vibration when pulled out.

Seeing that the opponent had already drawn his sword, Yi Miaoxin also smiled slightly, then untied her veil, revealing her stunning face. Among all the disciples participating in this competition, no one's face was more eye-catching than hers.

This face wasn't just beautiful in the purest sense; it even looked different to different people, automatically fine-tuning itself to suit their preferences, drawing people in with all their heart. This was also how Yi Miaoxin made it to the final eight without relying on force.

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