The situation on the field has once again reached a stalemate.

However, the principle that what is held for a long time will eventually be lost is not only applicable to sword cultivators.

My spiritual and physical strength are still sufficient, but I must breathe.

A cultivator's aura is long and deep, but that depends on the situation.

Under such intense combat, the breathing rate also increases significantly.

After not getting enough air for a long time, the veins on the foreheads of several people with lower cultivation levels had become bulging.

His entire face was already flushed red.

A disciple hissed:

"Senior Brother, I can't hold on any longer, I need to breathe!"

After saying that, he activated his protective aura, and then instantly activated it again.

Jue Ming gave a cold laugh and took another bite of the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

"Senior Brother, I can't hold on any longer either."

"Me too."

"Me too."

In an instant, three more people activated their protective auras.

The other six people had no choice but to keep a close eye on the situation of these four.

After the four people took a breath, their condition improved significantly.

Aside from the face, there's some infrared information, but nothing else can be discerned.

Suddenly, the expressions of the four people became somewhat distorted.

Lin Fengqing, the chief disciple of Tianchi Sect, hurriedly asked, "What's going on?!"

"Senior Brother, I don't feel any other physical problems, but my mouth tastes particularly bitter, and there's a slight smell of alcohol."

This answer completely baffled Raymond Lam.

What kind of poison could produce this reaction?

There are only a handful of well-known figures in the cultivation world, and those in the mortal realm are of no use to these cultivators.

So what exactly is this?

The more mysterious something is, the more frightening it becomes.

Lin Fengqing was also on high alert.

To minimize his own energy expenditure, he had even withdrawn his protective aura back to his own vicinity.

It only extends to the junior brothers and sisters of their own sect.

This greatly increased the pressure on the Wuji Sect members.

Wu Qian, the chief disciple of the Wuji Sect, immediately shouted, "My Wuji Sect admits defeat. Shall we call this match over? I guarantee that in the next match, my Wuji Sect will definitely give way to the Sword Sect!"

Jue Ming's face remained calm and composed as he said indifferently, "Now that we've started, there's absolutely no possibility of stopping here!"

It's not that he doesn't care about the big picture, but at this critical juncture, he absolutely cannot believe what the other party says.

He's confident he can beat them before leaving, so why negotiate and gamble on their character?

Yunxiu, who was behind, had already drilled through half of the array wall.

This trap will be broken in a little while.

It can be said that the scales of victory have completely tipped in their favor!

The result was just as he had predicted.

As time went on, those enveloped by his ultimate skill began to gasp for air.

As they inhaled more and more mist, the ten people began to feel unwell.

Despite using purification spells and other techniques to remove negative effects from the body repeatedly, there was still no effect.

After all, those three things are indeed beneficial to the human body.

The combined effect of these three items was truly eye-opening for Jue Ming!

"Senior brother, hehehe...you...how come you have three heads? Hehehe...ugh..."

"Junior brother, you're really weak, hahaha, why are you even throwing up... ugh..."

"A second-rate sect is just a second-rate sect. The people from the Wuji Sect are just pathetic! They can even... ugh..."

The ten people, who were intoxicated, had completely lost control of their bodies.

Basically, the body's instinctive reactions will be performed directly.

The combination of sweet tea and healthy vegetable juice created an extremely powerful negative effect, instantly breaking the defenses of both sects.

This taste is absolutely disgusting!

Although they only inhaled fine mist, the taste was so unpleasant that it was unbearable for them.

This cannot be blamed on the people from those two sects.

The hybrid fog created by Jue Ming has truly surpassed anything in the original version.

While both of these things are unpleasant to drink, they're not really that disgusting.

The root cause is that both drinks contain a lot of ingredients, and mixing them together directly triggered the system's passive ability to strike Ye Feng.

The combination of "awful to drink" and "awful to drink" makes it so bad you'll want to die.

Looking at the ten people who were staggering and vomiting, Jue Ming felt a sense of smug satisfaction.

I was able to turn the tables!

This is not an illusion!

However, unforeseen events can happen at any time, and misfortune can strike at any moment.

The saying "misfortunes never come singly" has always been a profound truth in life.

Just when Jue Ming thought this wave was stable and I had finally turned the tables on them, I realized that Jue Ming had finally managed to win them over.

Another voice came through.

"It's quite lively here. How about joining our team?"

Jue Ming was greatly shocked and quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

The Water-Cutting Sect!

One mid-Nascent Soul cultivator and four early-Nascent Soul cultivators!

This unexpected incident caught Jue Ming completely off guard.

This made his heart sink to the bottom.

Duan Shuiliu, the chief disciple of the Duan Shui Sect, led his four junior brothers to the edge of the trap formation.

He glanced at the battle and chuckled, saying, "Friends from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, why don't you just forfeit? Before we came in, my master instructed me to go easy on you if I encountered you. I couldn't disobey my master's orders, but swords have no eyes. If we go too far and lose our lives, wouldn't that be a great pity?"

Jue Ming remained cautious and at the same time retrieved his flying sword.

In any case, those 10 people have basically lost their ability to resist, so there is no need to continue wasting their spiritual energy.

Duan Shuiliu's smile faded, and he said in a deep voice, "What? My friend, do you want to have a go at me?"

Just as Jue Ming was about to speak, a voice coming from another direction finally brought a look of joy to his face.

"Does Your Excellency intend to bully my Shushan Sword Sect because we are outnumbered?"

Monkey... oops, my savior has arrived!

The water flow stopped instantly and turned towards the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, Ye Feng, Qingyou, and Zhaoxing slowly walked out.

The three searched all the way and finally found their way here by following the spiritual energy that had erupted during the battle.

Seeing Jueming and Yunxiu's condition, I finally felt relieved.

Duan Shuiliu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What? Are you implying that the five of you are afraid of my Xiushui Sect?"

Ye Feng said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The Xiushui Sect is naturally stronger than my Sword Sect, but if you want to devour us, your sect will probably have to break a few teeth. Moreover, the aftershocks of the battle will certainly be significant, and it will attract other demonic beasts, which will not be good for anyone."

"What if I insist on putting on a show?"

"You're welcome to give it a try."

After Ye Feng finished speaking, Qingyou and Zhaoxing had already summoned their flying swords.

Yunxiu, who was trapped in the formation, finally broke through the formation barrier, and Jueming and she quickly flashed to the side of the three of them.

The two sects began a tense standoff, both awaiting Duan Shuiliu's decision.