With other people serving as a distraction, Tu Nian, who had been outside the combat system due to being pursued, now also flew to the front on his sword.
She quickly took the Shengling Pill from Liu Yuzhu's hand and took a big bite. Then she threw out a set of talismans that had been prepared long ago, filling in the intertwined attack of the snow, instantly raising the suppressive force of the snow to a higher level.
The four Yuanying cultivators below were still putting up a desperate resistance, but how could their boneless, muscleless fists stand a chance against four arms clasped together in the snow? Within a few breaths, they were forced downward by the snow, their lower legs half submerged in the pit.
"This isn't going to go well."
While the other three were gritting their teeth to seek a breakthrough, the always silent Duan Linsheng suddenly spoke.
The talismans and formations in the pit under their feet became more effective the closer they were to them. They were already struggling to deal with them now, and it was conceivable that if they really fell in, it was only a matter of time before they were eliminated.
"Nonsense! Anyone can see that things are not going well. You should also help out. Do you really have to let this snow pile up and take care of all four of our families in front of the entire cultivation world?"
Yan Xiao had tolerated his slacking behavior for a long time, but because of his face, he didn't want to ask anyone for help. No matter how difficult it was, he had to bite the bullet and do it. Hearing him still standing there talking without any hesitation, he immediately became emotional.
Luo Qinghe, however, came to his senses after being reminded by Duan Linsheng, and immediately made the decision: "Stop arguing, that Jindan sword cultivator has the weakest defense, attack him all at once!"
As he spoke, he had already condensed a spiritual power under his feet. He used the force of the air to kick forward, and with a swing of his arm, the sword light surged, and he stabbed forward with a complete soul-breaking sword style.
"You don't need to command me."
Liu Yuzhi moaned softly, twisting her body seductively, and using the Wuwang method to its limit. The short sword beauty sacrifice was like a thin python, spitting out its tongue and following its owner into the air. The gorgeous pink left a residual image in the air, and its speed was not inferior to Luo Qinghe at all.
Afterwards, Yan Xiao and Duan Linsheng were a little slow, but they still intervened in time. The four Yuanyings who had turned the corner exerted their strength together, heading towards the weakest line of defense of the snow. No one would doubt the effectiveness of this attack.
As expected, the snow defense line that had been shaky all along was indeed broken when facing this attack that combined the power of four Nascent Souls. However, the way it broke was surprising.
"Boo."
The contradictions collided, making a discordant sound like a cork being pulled out of a bottle.
Deserting from the battlefield?
Luo Qinghe only felt that the moment the attack landed on Chi Wenzhao's sword energy, there was no resistance as he had imagined. Instead, there was a feeling of emptiness as if he punched into cotton. It was obvious that the person responsible for this area of defense had voluntarily withdrawn his strength, which led to this effect.
But it's better this way.
Faced with the defensive gap that he had created with great difficulty, Luo Qinghe didn't think too much and swung his sword. He could use the sword's force to break through the restraint of the snow in one fell swoop. Then, without the threat of the formation and talismans under his feet, he was confident that he could kill the two Jindan and Tu Nian in an instant.
As a result, the only ones left were Chu Qiurong, whose injuries had not yet healed, and the Nascent Soul cultivator from Tianyin Sect, who posed no threat to him at all.
So, is it over?
The audience's hearts were beating like drums. Some people opened champagne at halftime and started cheering for Luo Qinghe in advance. However...
"It's a trap!"
Some careful people suddenly discovered that in this short fight, on Jixue's side, Chu Qiurong had already withdrawn from the blocking line and slashed at several Nascent Souls under the defense line with a Takiquan sword in his hand.
Shouts that were countless times louder than the previous moment rang out from the stands!
When did he disappear?
"First, we apply pressure from the front, drawing the opponent's attention to the weakest part of the defense. Then, when they are about to make a move and are most focused, we make personnel adjustments. This not only ensures the integrity of the defense, but also protects the offensive intentions of the attackers."
After some analysis, Shennong Sect Master Jiang Jingyi stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly, "What a great strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west."
Because Nie Yanchen was in the mountains, he had no time to analyze these things. He stared at the Red Dust Mirror, clenched his hands together, and rubbed them back and forth. The inside was slippery and full of sweat.
It was Taishu Linglong who, taking advantage of Jiang Jingyi's words, pointed out the situation in one sentence, "Even if you are at the Nascent Soul stage, you will probably have a hard time getting any relief in such a situation where you are surrounded by enemies on all sides."
Yes, Luo Qinghe and his companions were preoccupied with the solid defense line above their heads and the dangerous pits beneath their feet. How could they have expected that Chu Qiurong would appear at this time?
It's too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost.
Chu Qiurong was no fake. She had the genuine Nascent Soul cultivation level, and she also used a set of Snow Sword Techniques that was well-known in the world of immortal cultivation. The sword energy surging from the Takiquan Sword immediately turned into rolling snowflakes, carrying frost and ice, and attacked the few people completely unreasonably.
Compared with Chu Qiurong's sword moves, all the previous suppression and traps were simply child's play. Several people lost their combos and only had time to raise some spiritual power for protection before they were caught off guard. Their Taoist robes were torn into several holes in a moment, and the exposed skin was frozen red and purple by the cold sword wind.
Especially under such a strong attack, Luo Qinghe and the other two sword cultivators could at least barely protect the teleportation beads while defending, but Yan Xiao could not.
The prerequisite for the talisman to work is that it must come into contact with the object itself. In order to protect the teleportation bead, the talisman must be attached to it first. However, looking at Chu Qiurong's posture, it was obvious that she was coming for him, and five out of ten sword moves were focused on him.
If he really took the opponent's attack head-on, and then got beaten up by the opponent's head and feet, who knows what would happen to him. You know, there are no referees in sect fights, and there have been people who cared too much about winning and losing and ended up losing their lives.
Just like that, surrounded by enemies on all sides, Yan Xiao became the first Nascent Soul player to be eliminated in this sect melee because he really couldn't spare the time to care about the teleportation beads.
"Mingdao Tower, Yan Xiao, is out."
All members of Mingdaolou are out!
"Oh, with that calculation, it seems like Mingdaolou won't be able to take the top spot again this time."
Nan Ziyan said with a smile, holding her face in her hands. Then she changed the subject and tapped her fair forehead, "Hey, what are you talking about as the champion? Look at my memory. I'm fifth in the melee. If the total score is out, I'm afraid I won't even be able to catch up with Tianyin."
While she was mocking Gong Huaisheng, she also praised Tianyin. Zhong Ming was so happy that he was overjoyed.
After three years of preparation, this was the result, and Nan Ziyan even took advantage of this to complain. Naturally, Gong Huaisheng's face was not very good.
Glancing at Nan Ziyan, he said coldly, "If Sect Leader Nan is in this mood, he should worry more about his own family's life and death."
Nan Ziyan winked, fiddling with her nails and said lightly, "Don't worry, Yanyu is different from Mingdaolou. My girls are not soft persimmons who only rely on their cultivation to make a living."
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