This opponent is too powerful.
Losing one point in an individual competition is a small matter, but in a team competition, if he targets the Sword Sect from the very beginning, then the Sword Sect will inevitably be the first to be eliminated.
Given the current situation, it's impossible for me to get out unscathed.
At best, he would need to rest and recuperate for a period of time before he could fight again.
That would undoubtedly be adding insult to injury for the Shushan Sword Sect.
He must severely damage Bai Shouyi!
Having made up his mind, Qi Ye began to secretly accumulate spiritual power.
With less spiritual energy available for defense, his injuries began to increase at a visible rate.
This made the Sword Sect disciples watching from below the stage extremely anxious.
Zhao Xing's voice was already tinged with a sob: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster! Can we admit defeat?"
Jian Chen's expression was extremely solemn. He tried to reach out several times, but helplessly let his hand fall down.
In the end, it all turned into a sigh.
"Nanaga will not agree."
Yes.
Nana will not agree.
The secret realms within the Sword Sect are their foundation.
There is nothing else there but Sword Mountain and Sword Tomb!
The unclaimed sword lies on Sword Mountain.
After its master dies, the sword remains in the sword tomb with its master.
That place is not only where sword cultivators search for their natal flying sword, but also the burial ground of countless predecessors of the Sword Sect.
Given such a place, which disciple would willingly give it up for their own sake?
The 17 disciples whose cultivation had been stripped would not do so.
The 27 disciples who died would not.
Even seven nights wouldn't.
He wants to be the 28th.
Bai Shouyi reappeared in front of Qi Ye as if by magic.
A phoenix-eye fist stabbed towards Qi Ye's chest.
Now!
That punch will surely kill me.
But that couldn't stop me from drawing my sword!
Qi Ye opened his arms wide, advancing instead of retreating.
He took the punch head-on with his chest.
With a sudden jolt, he swept his arms out!
"Having attained enlightenment for eight hundred years, I have never taken a head with my flying sword!"
"Smack!"
A terrifying cracking sound rang out, and specks of fluorescence appeared between the fist and the chest.
Then, an overwhelming force slammed Qiye away!
Qi Ye's body slammed heavily against the array wall like a broken sack, creating a burst of blood mist.
Then he slowly slid down onto the ring and fell silent.
Bai Shouyi wasn't much better off.
Qi Ye's Deadly Sword is the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's trump card.
Its offensive capabilities are no less than those of the Eight Drunken Immortals, and may even surpass them.
The crimson flying sword vanished the moment Qi Ye swept it across his arm.
A powerful yet extremely refined sword intent passed through the back of Bai Shouyi's head!
Bai Shouyi remained standing.
His fair and handsome face was now covered in blood.
The scene was completely silent.
Everyone held their breath and watched the arena.
Blood pooled on Bai Shouyi's chin and dripped onto the arena.
The dripping blood had already pooled at his feet, forming a pool of blood.
Just when everyone was speculating whether he was also dead, he slowly opened his eyes.
A deafening sound erupted from the area where the Qingyun Temple disciples were located.
At that moment, the voice of True Monarch Purple Flame also rang out.
"In the first individual match, Bai Shouyi of Qingyun Temple won. He has earned one point."
As the magic array on the arena closed, Jian Chen appeared on the arena as if he had teleported.
He naturally wouldn't seek revenge on Bai Shouyi; he was only thinking about the junior he liked best who was lying on the ground.
Ye Feng's mind kept replaying every little detail since he met Qi Ye.
The small canteen opened, and the handsome and extraordinary Qi Ye had just returned to the sect. This was the first time the two met.
He was tricked by his disciples into drinking healthy vegetable juice.
There's also the cave adventure, where his stylish downward slash is actually a drill-like attack.
There are also those who eat it and die with their eyes wide open, floating on the water like corpses.
A vibrant life, a fellow student and a close friend, has been lost.
The impact on his modern soul was simply too great.
Jian Chen's fingers trembled slightly as he gently placed them on Qi Ye's neck.
He didn't lift it for a long time.
Just as he was about to speak, a slight tremor threw him into complete disarray.
Incredibly, he pressed his finger against it again.
That slight tremor had become gentle and rhythmic.
"He's not dead yet!"
Jian Chen's joyful voice echoed throughout the arena.
The disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect were stunned at first, then overjoyed.
With tears streaming down their faces, they began frantically casting healing spells on Qi Ye.
A clear voice rang out from the side.
"Let me do it."
Xiushui Jushi slowly landed to the side.
With a light wave of his right hand, Qi Ye's body was enveloped by a blue energy.
As the azure energy was continuously absorbed into his body, his wounds began to heal slowly.
Thank you!
Elder Jian Chen expressed his gratitude.
Xiushui Jushi waved his sleeve and laughed, "It's just a small favor. If I ever bother you at your Sword Sect again, just remember to treat me to a meal."
After saying that, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.
Just as the azure energy completely disappeared, Qiye miraculously opened his eyes.
He forced an awkward smile as he looked in Ye Feng's direction: "Thank you, Junior Uncle."
After saying that, she fainted again.
Carry Qiye out of the arena.
Jian Chen carefully examined his condition and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"His bones and tendons were all broken, and his very foundation was damaged. It will probably take him a year or two to recover. Fortunately, his origin was not severely injured and will not affect his future cultivation."
It was already a miracle that Qiye survived.
The fact that the damage to the source wasn't too serious was an outcome I never dared to imagine.
Although they lost the first match, everyone was still in high spirits.
However, the victorious Qingyun Temple was somewhat gloomy and dejected.
Bai Shouyi did indeed walk off the ring, but that doesn't mean he wasn't injured.
Seven Nights' sword pierced directly through his sea of consciousness. Although it was only a tiny sliver, it would still take two or three years to fully recover.
This caused a change in the situation, which had been a sure thing for them to win first place.
After examining Bai Shouyi's injuries, Zui Fengchen couldn't help but admire him:
"The sword cultivator's offensive capabilities are indeed unmatched among those of the same realm, which is well-deserved. If this sword strike were performed by someone of the same realm, Shouyi would probably be in grave danger."
Bai Shouyi seemed to be in relatively good spirits, and upon hearing this, he smiled and said:
"I underestimated the heroes of the world in the past. I will definitely learn from this painful experience and devote myself to cultivation."
"Every cloud has a silver lining. This injury is not a bad thing for you. It will help you to hone your mindset."
Meanwhile, a new battle began on the arena.
But the people at the scene seemed somewhat distracted.
That battle just now left a very deep impression on me.
So much so that they had little interest in the current battle between two peak Golden Core cultivators.
The match is ongoing.
Qingyou, Zhaoxing, and Jueming have all completed their respective battles.
Except for Zhaoxing, who had a slightly tougher win, Qingyou and Jueming both easily defeated their opponents.
All three were satisfied with their performance and had a clearer understanding of their current abilities.
After all, they had been in the Shushan Sword Sect for a long time.
With everyone around you rapidly advancing, you can't really feel how much your own strength has improved.
Compared to the disciples of other sects, the group immediately noticed the change.
His physical strength, defense, and cultivation progress were actually on par with those of disciples from first-class sects!
Coupled with their already top-tier offensive capabilities, the group quickly rose to become the best in the competition.
The group couldn't help but think of what Qi Ye had said to Ye Feng.
Perhaps he thanked his junior uncle because he noticed this change?
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