Following this cry of surprise, Luo Qinghe and his Wanyan sword transformed into a stream of light and rushed towards Chu Qiurong. The latter stood still as a mountain, with great vigor, and raised Longquan to meet the attack. The two spiritual swords collided with each other in an instant, and two beams of azure and light yellow light burst out between the two, repelling them both. The crisp sound of this blow penetrated the barrier and reached everyone's eardrums.

The sound was so sharp that it was like a rivet driving into everyone's brain. The audience could cover their ears and take emergency measures, but the other players who were competing on the field could not. For a moment, all the dodging and attacking movements in the barrier came to a halt.

However, the impact of this comparison test was not the greatest. The terrifying thing was that the barrier where Chu Qiurong and Luo Qinghe were located, after being cleansed by this crisp sound, was like a tight rubber band, and with a "pop", a crack appeared. After several subsequent sword moves in the barrier, it could not bear the weight and shattered on the spot.

So powerful.

This is the first thought that flashes through the minds of most people who see this scene.

Throughout history, the five barriers within this arena had all been forged with the spiritual power of a powerful Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivator, and had never been broken before. Now, could it be that the move these two were using had already reached the power of a Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivator?

No.

In fact, only ordinary cultivators who cannot see the inside story with their eyes would have such speculation.

Those powerful and experienced monks, such as the ten on the terrace and the referee in charge of this competition, all knew clearly that this effect was by no means the product of powerful cultivation, but came from a unique sword technique.

"Soul-breaking Sword Technique."

Tu Nian stood there in a daze, unable to believe what he was seeing.

But how could that be?

In the original novel, Luo Qinghe learned this set of swordsmanship from Yu Zhe after he entered the Spirit Transformation Stage, and he had to learn it in order to save Su Youzhi from danger.

Several elders of Yuqing had a particularly fierce quarrel over this matter. It was not for any other reason but because this move not only killed people invisibly, but also could easily damage one's own essence if not handled properly.

But now, this set of swordsmanship was actually used in this competition?

"I told you, the snow can't win."

Su Youzhi spoke with the same firm tone as before, a scornful smile on his face as he approached Tu Nian. "Perhaps in terms of cultivation, your senior brother is more skilled and can help Jixue get first place in swordsmanship. But if he's gone and the sect is in chaos, what plans will you, Jixue, have?"

The answer is, there is no way.

Tu Nian's heart skipped a beat, her throat was raw, but she looked up at Su Youzhi, still with a calm expression. She raised her eyebrows at her, "You have a plan. No wonder you and that angry young man both look so stupid. It turns out that the mind is conserved, and it has all been conserved to Luo Qinghe."

She didn't embellish her voice or her eyes. Sheng Yiming had been watching Su Youzhi from a distance, but when he was suddenly mentioned, he immediately rushed forward, pointed at her with his brows raised, and asked, "Who are you calling the angry young man?"

Su Youzhi was afraid that he might get into trouble again, so he held him back and said with a chuckle, "Senior Brother Sheng, there's no need to be angry with her. After all, Senior Sister Tu's new sect brother was hit by the Soul Breaking Sword Technique and will be in pain for several months at least. As a junior sister, what's wrong with feeling sorry for him?"

Tu Nian raised his eyebrows and his eyes darkened. "The sect's melee has not yet been resolved. Brother Su should take care of his own family. There is no need for outsiders to worry about the people and things in Jixue."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and tried to leave, but Su Youzhi pursued her relentlessly, stepping sideways to block her way. "Yes, Senior Sister Tu has always been eloquent, and it's understandable that she wants to save some face for our once glorious sect."

At this point, she smiled and looked at Sheng Yiming and said, "Otherwise, if I don't tell us this now, do I have to wait until Jixue is defeated and then tell her brother lying on the hospital bed...ah!"

Suddenly, Su Youzhi's laughter and chatter stopped, replaced by a scream, which only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared completely into the air with the sound of a struggle stuck in the throat.

“What are you doing!”

Tu Nian acted very quickly. The step she took without any warning prevented Sheng Yiming, who was closest to her, from reacting. It was not until she got in front of Su Youzhi's face, grabbed Su Youzhi's neck and lifted him up that Sheng Yiming realized what was happening and cried out in anger.

He wanted to stop them immediately, but when he stretched out his hand quickly, he bumped into an arm that suddenly crossed in front of him. He glanced up and saw Chi Wenzhao standing between him and the two women with an expressionless face, not saying a word.

"Get out of the way!" Sheng Yiming growled.

Chi Wenzhao looked at him silently, without giving him any response in his expression or eyes. However, his arm, which was suspended in the air without moving at all, clearly expressed two words: Don't even think about it.

On the other hand, when Su Youzhi found that he could not shake off Tu Nian's hand even if he used his spiritual power, he truly realized that something was wrong.

"Su Youzhi."

Tu Nian coldly spat out the full name of the man in his hand. The golden elixir strength that he had spent such a long time hiding from the beginning of the competition burst out at this moment. His spiritual power turned into pressure and was poured onto the man in front of him without any concealment.

The great force strangling his neck and the pressure that was comparable to his own strength caused the spiritual power in Su Youzhi's picture to be involuntarily stimulated.

Now she finally understood why she couldn't break free from Tu Nian's hands.

Using her cultivation to release some of the pressure, she pinched Tu Nian's wrists with both hands and spoke with difficulty, "Gold, Golden Pill? You... uh!"

A red light rose from Tu Nian's tailbone, forcibly suppressing Su Youzhi's spiritual power again. Tu Nian exerted force with her hands and cut her words off in her throat.

"You, remember this for me."

To be honest, she always found tea talk ridiculous, but if the tea was brewed with someone she cared about, she would not tolerate it at all.

Lowering his eyes slightly to look at her pretty face that had turned from red to white, Tu Nian said coldly, "All the outrageous words and curses you hurled at my senior brother today, I will turn them into your blood and tears, and repay you bit by bit in the sect's melee."

Feeling the increasingly obvious suffocation between her throat and nose, Su Youzhi began to wave her arms vigorously. Seeing her like this, Sheng Yiming, who was entangled by Chi Wenzhao, finally got furious.

"Tu Nian, let her go!"

He roared angrily, took a step back, drew out his sword, and immediately struck out. The sharp sword energy brushed past Chi Wenzhao's shoulder and went straight to Tu Nian's face.

After all, there were rules for the competition, and Tu Nian had no intention of strangling Su Youzhi to death. After letting go of the man, he dodged the sword energy with a light move, and stood next to Chi Wenzhao. He watched Sheng Yiming pass by him, and steadily caught the limp Su Youzhi on the other side.

"If you have any faith, it's best to start praying now. That way, when the sect war comes tomorrow, you can at least lose gracefully."

After saying this lightly, she turned and left with Chi Wenzhao.