At the sidelines of the arena, everyone was cursing incessantly in low voices, secretly glancing at An Zhisu as they cursed.

Seeing that there was no smile on her face, but instead a hint of worry, he couldn't help but feel panicked.

This grass-cutting sword immortal is always smiling, and whenever he smiles he will chop people.

Now instead of smiling, there is a hint of sadness on his face. Could it be that he is planning to massacre all of us in Shushan afterwards?

This uneasy atmosphere spread invisibly among the audience on the sidelines and soon drowned out the cursing.

The elder supervisor of this duel had actually arrived long ago, and was flying his sword high in the sky, looking calm and composed.

He also had a personal grudge against Su Jian. Now, when he heard the people below using all kinds of filthy and foul language to curse Su Jian and his disciples, he deliberately delayed the fight and just closed his eyes and listened with great joy.

Thinking about how gloomy Su Jian's face would turn if he heard these slanders, he suddenly felt extremely satisfied.

Suddenly the cursing died down, and he opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction. Seeing that everyone was carefully glancing at An Zhisu's face, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that Shushan was becoming more and more decadent, and both the older and younger generations were suppressed by Qingluo Peak.

At the same time, he also secretly decided that in this fight, he must deliberately not call a halt, so that the disciple named Ling would be beaten half to death, so as to prevent Shushan from having another killer in the future.

Of course, it would be even better if Lou Zhizheng from Ziyun Peak missed and killed Ling Yunpo directly with one blow.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and made a sound of arrows, announcing the start of the fight.

The sound of arrows began to roar.

Lou Zhizheng immediately raised his hand, and several streams of light shot out from his fingers.

Ling Yunpo's eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized what the move was.

Talisman bombing!

Lou Zhizheng's first move was the talisman bombardment commonly used by the monks of Yuqing Temple!

The first purple light rushed towards him, it was the falling thunder talisman!

He made a sword gesture with his right hand and thrust forward, and the Qingping Sword split the low-altitude thunder, and immediately another red light flashed before his eyes.

Flame Charm!

Ling Yunpo's mind raced, and he slashed forward with the Qingping Sword towards the red light again, while he calmly stepped back, just avoiding the range of the fire explosion.

The third ice rain talisman exploded above his head, transforming into countless ice cones that pierced straight down.

Ling Yunpo waved his sleeves and summoned the Thunder Sword. The brilliant sword light suddenly spun above, blocking all the ice cones and smashing them into pieces.

How can you use the talisman bombardment like this? He sneered in his heart.

The so-called talisman bombardment is to take advantage of the talisman's fast activation, unlimited number of times, and no need for true energy, and send out countless talismans at one time, leaving the opponent with no way to avoid them!

Like Lou Zhizheng, he played them one by one as if he was being frugal, which was a complete waste of the power of this move!

He put himself in Luo Yan's shoes and laughed at the other party, then turned back to Lingyunpo and retreated again. While cutting the red light with his sword, he avoided the flame explosion of Yanchong Fu.

"If this is all you can do, then don't make any more futile attempts." Ling Yunpo said coldly, "This kind of attack is full of flaws. It's really a waste of my time."

"Of course there's more to it than that." Lou Zhizheng chuckled.

Ling Yunpo suddenly felt something was wrong and was about to react when his body suddenly sank. It turned out that the stone ground under his feet turned into quicksand and he was sinking continuously!

Seeing that he struggled hard but couldn't get out and was still sinking deeper and deeper, Lou Zhizheng laughed arrogantly:

"Before that, I used the Ice Rain Talisman and deliberately shot it into the air to attract your attention, so that I could bury the Quicksand Net behind you."

"Junior Brother Ling, how does this trap feel?"

Ling Yunpo ignored him and just let his body sink, thinking quickly in his mind.

If it were any other cultivator, he would probably have no choice but to admit defeat.

But Luo Yan had attended so many classes at Tiangong Workshop that he knew that the Quicksand Net formation was not unsolvable.

On the basis of similar cultivation level, a large amount of water essence can be used to disrupt the operation of the formation!

Over here in the Shushan fighting arena, Lou Zhizheng looked at Ling Yunpo who was sinking continuously in the quicksand with a mocking and pitying look.

The people on the sidelines had different expressions. Some were surprised that Lou Zhizheng was willing to spend so much money, while others lamented that Ling Yunpo was too weak and was killed before the opponent even fired a sword.

An Zhisu stood calmly on the sidelines, with a calm expression on her face.

But no one noticed that she had her hands folded in her sleeves, her fingers tightly clenched until her knuckles turned white.

"Misty and vague, mirages floating in the smoke." Under the gaze of everyone outside the venue, Ling Yunpo's lips moved slightly and he chanted the spell silently.

The first forbidden technique of the Qingping Sword, "Green Mist Covering the Green Mountains", was activated. In an instant, endless fog emerged from nowhere and enveloped the entire arena in an instant.

Everyone was trapped in thick fog, unable to see their hands in front of them, so they had to shout loudly.

High in the sky, the Supervisory Elder looked down with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Water-based forbidden magic? That kid's magic sword has a certain background..."

In the fighting arena, Lou Zhizheng's smile came to an abrupt end and he was dumbfounded.

This thick fog must have been created by Ling Yunpo. Now I can't see clearly beyond a few steps. I don't know what happened to him...

No! Could it be that he has another trick up his sleeve?

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his hand again and threw out the remaining three Flame Rush Talismans, aiming at the center of the quicksand in his memory.

A wave of fire exploded, but it was like a raging flame being doused with cold water, and it dissipated with a bang.

It turned out that in this thick fog, all non-water spells were affected by the forbidden spell and their power was halved.

Moreover, the six senses are also blocked, and the vision, hearing, and spiritual awareness are all severely restricted.

Lou Zhizheng was completely unaware of this, but he didn't hear the explosion and was horrified. He wondered if the three talismans he bought were defective products?

Realizing that the talisman had lost its effect, he quickly slapped the flying sword beside him and activated its derivative Taoist magic "Golden Light Shield".

This golden shield is a purely defensive spell, which just suits his cowardly nature.

With this Taoist method as a guarantee, and the opponent is only at the Qi Refining stage, I think he will definitely not be able to break through my defense.

He hid in the golden light shield, and made a very good plan in his mind.

When the opponent fails to attack repeatedly, the fog will naturally dissipate, and he will break out of the shell and return all his previous grievances.

However, he didn't know that Ling Yunpo had already taken advantage of the fog to quietly circle behind him, facing the golden light shield with his palm, and chanted the spell in his mind again:

"Lightning and fire, Jade Pivot Divine Thunder, break!"

Then lightning surged out from the palm of his hand. Its light was green and its color was red. It was silent and suddenly hit the golden light shield.

Even in this thick fog, with the power of all non-water-based Taoist magic reduced by half, it still pierced through it and Lou Zhizheng inside it cleanly and neatly!

The fog gradually dissipated, and Lou Zhizheng's body had fallen to the ground with a bloody hole on his back.

The Thunder Sword was stuck in a pool of blood beside him, with electric snakes dancing on it, looking ferocious and hideous.

“Actually, it’s actually…” Lou Zhizheng opened his lips slightly.

Before he could utter the word "Thunder Method", dizziness from blood loss quickly hit him. His body suddenly twitched violently for several times, and he soon lost his breath.

Ling Yun broke the silence and waved his hand lightly in a pretentious manner, and the Thunder Sword flew back to his side from beside Lou Zhizheng's body.

The sword was still smooth, without a trace of blood.