Shangyue was not overwhelmed by Qiu Xuehai's attack. She flashed her body and dodged Qiu Xuehai's attack like a ghost, then counterattacked.
Qiu Xuehai was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that Shangyue could so easily avoid 50% of her attacks as a mid-stage spiritual master.
In her opinion, such an attack was enough to defeat all opponents below the Spiritual Master level, but last month, a waste without any spiritual roots was able to escape unscathed from her attack.
While she was stunned, Shangyue's body became extremely agile and appeared before her eyes.
Qiu Xuehai quickly came to her senses and realized that she had underestimated the other party's strength.
She gripped the sword tightly in her hand, the tip of the sword flashing with cold light, ready to meet Shangyue's counterattack.
However, last month's offensive was more intense than she had expected.
Her swordsmanship was cunning, and each of her swords contained powerful spiritual power above the spiritual master level. With each sword move, she caused the ice and snow to dance, and the tip of the sword attacked Qiu Xuehai.
Qiu Xuehai kept retreating, and her defense gradually became difficult.
She was shocked. She didn't understand why the strength displayed by Shangyue was far superior to hers.
But, is there really someone who surpasses the intermediate spiritual master at the age of 21?
At this moment, Shangyue suddenly stopped attacking. She stood in front of Qiu Xuehai with a smile on her lips.
"You lose," said Shangyue.
The scene was completely silent, eerily quiet, with confusion and astonishment written on everyone's face.
Qiu Xuehai was completely stunned, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
The end of a wooden sword was pressed against her throat, and if she moved even slightly, the sword would pierce her throat.
She was actually defeated by a useless swordsman without any spiritual roots, and the opponent did not even show the Tianshu Divine Sword.
She couldn't accept this result for a moment. All the strength in her body seemed to be drained away in an instant, and she collapsed to the ground.
"No way, how is this possible!"
Ling Xiao Zhenzun suddenly jumped up from his seat, his voice filled with disbelief.
Qiu Xuehai is her most proud disciple. Not only is she a female disciple with high talent and cultivation level at Xianzhu Peak, her determination and diligence are also well-known to everyone.
"There's something fishy going on. There's definitely something fishy going on. It must be Chi Hua who gave her a powerful magical weapon. This isn't fair."
Her eyes revealed deep astonishment, and she was determined to seek justice for her disciple.
After saying this, Ling Xiao Zhenzun sat back in his chair dejectedly.
For the sake of fairness in the competition, the sect competition five hundred years ago did indeed forbid participating disciples from carrying powerful magic weapons or taking elixirs that could temporarily increase their cultivation.
However, these two bans were finally lifted three hundred years ago after being jointly opposed by all alchemists and weapon refiners in Shangyuan Continent.
In today's sect competitions, except for the explicit prohibition of killing, any behavior is acceptable.
The principle that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit applies equally whether in the mortal world or the fairy world.
Now, True Master Lingxiao has not seen any evidence of the use of powerful magical tools last month.
In other words, even if he used a superior magical weapon to win the competition last month, the winner is the winner, and there is no excuse.
Seeing Qiu Xuehai slumped on the ground, his eyes were dazed.
After some thought, Kamitsuki finally extended his right hand.
Qiu Xuehai was dazed when she saw a white hand appear in front of her. She subconsciously wanted to hold that hand.
The hand exerted a little force and pulled gently, and Qiu Xuehai stood up.
She vaguely saw the person in front of her, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly took a step back.
Qiu Xuehai walked tremblingly towards the stage, and her head felt heavy and her feet were light, so she stepped on a rock and stopped.
He turned around a little stiffly, revealing a sincere and brilliant smile. "Congratulations!"
"Hmm?" Shangyue looked at her deeply and nodded to her politely.
With a "ding!" sound, the person in charge of this competition announced loudly: "Luoxue Peak, Yin Yue, wins."
"Wow!" Everyone could no longer remain calm and the whole place was in an uproar.
Xunyang Zhenzun smiled and stroked his beard with satisfaction.
"You lucky son who has ascended to heaven in one step, you really didn't disappoint me."
Then he sighed heavily and said, "What a pity, what a pity, why is he not my disciple?"
After winning the match last month, he slowly walked out of the arena amid everyone's suspicious, jealous and envious gazes.
She chose a spot with an excellent view and stood there. The crowded area around her immediately became empty.
Shangyue raised her eyebrows slightly, not caring how others viewed her, she was actually happy and peaceful.
"Shangguan Yan from Xianjian Peak, 35 years old, top-grade earth spiritual roots, mid-stage spiritualist."
"Zhang Qi from Xuyang Peak, 41 years old, good-quality earth spiritual roots, late spiritualist stage."
"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of war drums rang out again. The atmosphere was tense and solemn, and all the disciples' eyes were focused on the arena.
The two figures stood still on the arena. Shangguan Yan's eyes were determined, and his whole body exuded the powerful aura of a mid-stage spiritualist.
His earth spirit roots make him proficient in earth-based spells, and he is excellent in both defense and attack.
Zhang Qi, on the other hand, appeared more experienced. His years of practice had made his earth spirit roots more mature and his cultivation level higher.
The two disciples on the stage clasped their fists together, and a new round of competition began again.
Shangguan Yan quickly entered combat mode. He used earth magic to summon earth walls to try to block Zhang Qi's attack.
Zhang Qi was not panicked at all. He used his higher level of cultivation to break through Shangguan Yan's defense and launched fierce attacks again and again.
The duel between the two was extremely fierce, and every attack and defense made the disciples present feel terrified.
"Girl, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
A deep and magnetic voice sounded beside Shangyue's ears. She turned around in confusion and saw a man with an evil look standing next to her. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, but his gaze never left the two disciples who were fighting fiercely on the stage.
The man's white collar was slightly open, revealing a bright red inner garment.
The man's slender index finger slid across his chin, and after a moment of thought, he slowly said, "Although the ugly one's cultivation level is slightly lower than the older one, it's very rare for a mid-level spiritualist to possess such defensive power."
The "ugly" one he mentioned naturally referred to the rough-looking Shangguan Yan, and the other "old" one naturally referred to Zhang Qi.
Shangyue widened his eyes and seemed a little speechless.
Zhang Qi dodged Shangguan Yan's full-strength attack, took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged like a tide, and his palms turned red in an instant.
He waved his hand violently, and a ball of fiery red light flew out of his hand and headed straight for Shangguan Yan's shield.
The ball of light quickly expanded in the air and turned into a huge fireball, burning with raging flames. The heat radiated and made the surrounding air become hot.
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