Chapter 71 The sword shadows split apart!

"roar!"

A white tiger formed by pure sword energy suddenly collided with the flying sword controlled by Si Lihua.

Two equally fierce sword energies raged across the arena, bringing up gusts of wind and flying dust.

"Is this the Golden Core Realm?!"

The disciples below the stage who were still in the Foundation Establishment Stage stared intently at this battle between the powerful warriors, their eyes flashing with awe and desire.

For them, being able to witness the fight between Jindan monks with their own eyes was undoubtedly an extremely rare and precious cultivation experience, and they gained a lot.

With a roar, the two surging sword energies gradually dissipated into nothingness.

Si Lihua staggered and took several steps back before she managed to stabilize herself.

What was quite surprising was that Wu Bingchang on the opposite side also swayed and took three steps back before he could stand steadily.

In this confrontation, Si Lihua was only slightly at a disadvantage.

"This...how is it possible!" Wu Bingchang's expression suddenly changed, his eyes full of disbelief.

Although the sword-controlling technique is also a ground-level technique, it is worlds apart from his own Nine White Tiger Styles, just like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Si Lihua was able to block his third move with her sword-wielding skills. Doesn't that mean that if he learns some more powerful sword techniques, his strength will be even better than his own?

Si Lihua stared at the crimson on her fingertips, and she understood in her heart that although the sword-controlling technique was wonderful, there was still a big gap compared to the real high-level swordsmanship. In actual combat, this gap was particularly obvious.

"Junior Brother Si, given time, I'm afraid I won't be your match." Wu Bingchang's tone was complicated, with both recognition of Si Lihua's potential and a hint of reluctance. "But in today's battle, the winner will be me!"

After saying this, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Wu Bingchang changed to holding the sword with both hands.

"roar!"

The sword energy once again condensed into a white tiger nearly three meters long.

The white tiger in front of him was even more solid than last time.

The moment the white tiger appeared.

The tiger roars and shakes the sky.

"Nine White Tiger Styles, Fourth Style!"

There were faint blue veins on Wu Bingchang's forehead, and even his face lost some of its color, looking extremely pale.

Si Lihua shouted softly, "Sword shadows separate!"

It’s still sword-wielding technique.

It was originally tightly surrounding Si Lihua, but in an instant it turned into ten or a hundred!

Each flying sword flashed with cold light, like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling the eyes.

All the elders present were moved, with a flash of surprise and shock in their eyes.

"It's actually the sword shadow splitting! This..." They talked in a low voice, their tone full of disbelief.

You must know that this Sword Shadow Splitting is the most difficult form to master in sword control techniques, its exquisiteness and complexity have daunted countless disciples. Within the sect, only a handful of people can even barely perform this move.

Si Lihua's ability to perform sword shadow splitting shows that his attainments in swordsmanship are far superior to Wu Bingchang!

Now, the sword energy condensed by these hundreds of flying swords is comparable to the fourth style that Wu Bingchang has put all his strength into performing. Its power can be seen from this.

"cut!"

Wu Bing shouted loudly, and the white tiger shadow squatted down, then suddenly jumped up. The sharp tiger claws grabbed towards Si Lihua with a sound of breaking through the air.

"go!"

Si Lihua waved her hand, and more than a hundred flying swords condensed into a giant sword and slashed at the white tiger!

"Big Brother!"

Fu Chen's expression changed slightly.

The arena was cut apart by sword energy.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the arena seemed to have suffered a force that was as powerful as the collapse of heaven and earth. As it shattered into pieces, dust and rubble rose into the air.

Elder Hong's expression changed slightly, but he reacted quickly. With a flick of his palms, he had firmly reinforced the barrier surrounding the arena, thus preventing the arena from completely collapsing.

"Who won after all!"

The disciples below the stage, their eyes as sharp as torches, were fixed on the hazy smoke and dust, their heartbeats and breathing seemed to have stopped.

Finally, as the last wisp of smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a lonely and determined figure gradually became clear on the ring, like the only rock after the storm.

"Who is it?"

"That's..."

"It's Big Brother!"

At this moment, Si Lihua's hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and there were three shocking wounds on her shoulders, deep enough to see the bone, and blood had dyed her clothes red.

As for Wu Bingchang, he has now turned into a bloody man.

At this time, he was lying under the ring, no sound was coming out.

Elder Hong frowned.

These two brats didn't care about the severity of their attacks.

Whether it is Si Lihua or Wu Bingchang, they are both the best among the younger generation of the sect. He really doesn't want to see any of them die in this competition arena!

Although the sect has long had clear regulations strictly prohibiting disciples from killing each other.

However, whenever there is a sect competition, it is not uncommon for people to lose their lives accidentally due to fierce fighting.

Even if the sect repeatedly warned and reminded us.

However, it is always difficult to completely prevent accidents from happening.

Elder Hong sighed softly, pulled a precious healing pill from his sleeve, and gently handed it to Si Lihua. He then bent down, personally helped Wu Bingchang, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet, and carefully placed another pill into his mouth.

The injuries were all superficial.

You should be able to recover after resting for ten days or half a month.

and...

He seemed to have noticed that the sword energy dissipated a lot the moment the giant sword was chopped down.

This means that Si Lihua has held back.

Otherwise, even if Wu Bingchang didn't die, he would probably lose half his life!

What a good seedling.

Elder Hong felt more and more regretful. Such a talented and beautiful person should have been given to Jianhen Peak.

If that old man who was addicted to alcohol hadn't ruined her future, how could Si Lihua not have a place among the current direct disciples? After taking the healing pill, Si Lihua's expression eased a little.

Then he left the stage alone.

On the other hand, everyone on Leihuo Peak looked as ugly as if they had eaten feces. In their opinion, losing to any peak was not shameful, except for Zizhu Peak!

"Senior Brother, you won!" Fu Chen was extremely excited and hugged Si Lihua tightly. His words were full of excitement and joy, and he was a little incoherent.

Si Lihua forced a smile on her slightly pale face.

Indeed, they won this one.

The only thing is that the price is a little bit higher!

He had just entered the Golden Core Realm and was not yet proficient in using this spiritual power, otherwise he would not have been injured so badly.

"Sixth Brother, the eldest brother is still injured!"

Fu Chen finally reacted and quickly took a step back, saying, "Big Brother, your injury..."

"It's okay!" Si Lihua had already taken the pill given by Elder Hong. As long as he was given a little more time to recover, it shouldn't affect the next game.

"Senior Brother, that sword shadow splitting move you just made was so cool. When can I be like you?" Fu Chen gestured with his hands, recalling the scene just now, his eyes full of longing.