The next morning.

It finally stopped raining in the sky, but on the Lotus Peak, the overall atmosphere was still gray and extremely humid. There was also heavy fog at night, which made it so fog that it was in the quiet valley or on the thirty-two small lotus Peaks.

Xu Yan still got up early. He first reviewed the sword skills he learned in the courtyard, and then began to use the Wuying Breaking Fist and pushed it to the 39th round before stopping.

As the hour approached, the cardinal asked him to go to the kitchen to have breakfast.

The style of breakfast is still simple, but Xu Yan is not picky about food. Even if he just drinks white porridge, he can still eat with relish. The cardinal drank white porridge in small sips and suddenly asked, "By the time, tomorrow should be the first place in this selection competition, right?"

Xu Yan nodded and said, "Well, it's not bad. I just don't know who will win by Zhou Xian or Bai Bing."

When the cardinal heard these two names, she suddenly frowned for some reason. After pondering for a while, she said: "It's not the same who wins, but I think the chance of Zhou Xian should be greater."

Xu Yan put down the bowls and chopsticks and asked curiously: "Well? Why does Sister Hong think so? I think that the inner disciple of the Qiuzi Sect should be no worse than Zhou Xian. You don't know that since the selection competition, the disciple named Bai Bing has never made a sword. He only used a folding fan he carried with him to fight the enemy, but he could win easily every time."

Before the Cardinal answered, Xu Yan suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "I almost forgot again. This person named Bai Bing has launched an invitation to fight against me before."

When the cardinal heard this, she couldn't help but frown deeper and muttered, "The guy who pretended to behave!" She then asked, "Why is he asking you for a fight? Are you very familiar with him?"

Xu Yan continued to shake his head and replied, "I don't know about this. I have never had any intersection with him before, so I did not agree to him at that time."

...

Since there are only two competitions left in a day, the linebacker elder placed the first competition in the morning, starting from Si hour, and the second competition in the afternoon, starting from Shen hour.

When Xu Yan arrived at the martial arts square, it was about seven o'clock. Around the square, thousands of disciples were already filled with densely packed with disciples. When Zhou Xian and Bai Bing appeared in the middle of the square, there were suddenly crowds of people and shouts sounded like waves.

Among them, in the Spring and Qiu School viewing zones, the sounds were almost the same. Obviously, they were all cheering for their strongest disciples.

A quarter of an hour later, Si Shi finally arrived. After signing and confirming the two participating in the battle, the border elders left the battle circle.

There is a huge square, with only two figures standing in it.

Zhou Xian looked at Bai Bing, his slender eyes narrowed slightly. He did not rush to take action, but said sarcastically: "Sister, I originally thought I would not meet you until at least the last round, but I didn't expect to meet you in this round in advance. But that's fine. Anyway, I'll dislike you for a long time. When I finish cleaning you first, I'll clean up the person named Xu. Why? Are you planning to use this broken fan to fight me?"

Bai Bing had already experienced the other party's character and knew that his mouth was very dirty, so he did not care too much about him in words, so he replied coldly: "I have a folding fan to deal with a playboy like you!"

Zhou Xian's face turned pale when he saw that the other party dared to despise him, but he was not a stupid person. Since the last time the other party explained his origin, he vaguely guessed the other party's identity. After all, the Bai surname is rare in Lingzhou. He said coldly: "You sissy, don't know how to live or die. Today I will make you unable to eat your pocket!"

As soon as Zhou Xian finished speaking, the red candle behind him understood and circled on his right shoulder. Then, under Zhou Xian's control of the gesture, it directly shot towards Bai Bing.

At this moment, a faint mountain mist was rising up in the hazy sky, making the whole sky look like a piece of rice paper to be written. After flying out, Zhou Xian's red candle seemed to transform into a top-quality sheep's brush, leaving behind many strokes in this vast world.

The red candle broke through the air, causing a buzz of wind breaking, buzzing tinnitus.

Seeing this, Bai Bing appeared on his face that was more delicate than a woman, and a purple aura flashed quietly in his extremely beautiful eyes at this moment.

Then, when the red candle fell to his head, Bai Bing suddenly blocked the folding fan in his hand on the top of his head, just like holding a sword and holding it horizontally.

A clang sound!

The red candle was clearly slashing on the folding fan, but it made an extremely crisp sound of metal impact. After a splash of sparks, the red candle did not stop and flew back from the air.

Seeing that his tentative sword failed, Zhou Xian remained silent and kept making gestures in his hand, and controlled the red candle to attack and leave again.

The sword-controlling technique is unpredictable, which has caused constant cheers outside the court.

However, after almost Zhou Xian controlled Hongzhu to fly out more than a dozen swords in a row, he finally found that no matter how fast his flying sword was, it would be quietly blocked by Bai Bing's folding fan in his hand, causing him to return in vain.

Zhou Xian frowned slightly, and he knew that it would be impossible to completely defeat him by simply killing the sword. He controlled Hongzhu and returned to him, and then a powerful sword intent slowly condensed around him.

Zhou Xian's eyes were indifferent, and he spit out a word from his mouth, "fast"!

The word "Qi" comes out.

Above the red candle, a powerful sword energy surged to five or six feet, and was like a white rainbow in the air. Not only did it split the white fog in the sky, but it also brought out a sound of firecrackers that resounded at the end of the deep alley. As the sword energy approached him, Bai Bing felt the sound became more and more harsh. When the flying sword completely flew over his head, he felt that there was a sudden thunder in his ears.

The powerful sword energy carried by the red candle was smashed down with a bang.

A strong wind whistled in an instant.

In the martial arts square, the fog in the sky was scattered with most of the fog in this moment.

The sword energy slowly disappeared.

The fog condensed again and moved closer to the square, as if someone threw the veil from the air.

Zhou Xian opened his eyes and saw that Bai Bing had completely opened the folding fan in his hand and blocked it on his head. He successfully blocked the word "Qi" with an incredible method. However, what he didn't know was that a crack had appeared on the folding fan.

Zhou Xian snorted coldly, not intending to get too entangled with him anymore, so he skipped two of the four-character sword techniques.

A word "rain" spit out from Zhou Xian's air, and the red candle turned into a scorching sword light in the air. Hundreds of sword energy formed themselves and arranged in an array around it. Xu Yan looked at this extremely familiar scene, but felt that compared to when he was in Liuyun Courtyard, the power of these hundreds of sword energy had more than doubled at this moment?

"Is this the cultivation level of the four floors, plus the power of the sword spirit?" Xu Yan said softly, thinking about it, his eyes were hot.

Bai Bing saw that the other party was unreasonable, and a hint of anger flashed in his purple eyes, but before he could express anything, Zhou Xian in the distance had already spoken a word.

"cut"!

Hundreds of sword energy poured down like a heavy rain.

They shot at Bai Bing holding a folding fan.

In the camp of the Xiazi Sect, Qiao Mu, a disciple who was defeated by Zhou Xian's move, smiled bitterly when he saw this. For the sword cultivator in the lower three realms, Zhou Xian's sword really means to defeat all living beings in heaven, unless the person who fights him also has the sword control technique and can interrupt him in advance to use this move.

Bai Bing saw the dense sword energy falling towards him, and finally became furious. On him, there was also a magnificent sword intent gathering wildly.

A silver light lit up from his hand, and then the silver light burst into a dazzling light all over the sky.

Bai Bing held a folding fan in his hand, and a small sword shadow reflected in his two purple eyes at the same time. He swept the folding fan hard towards the sword energy in the sky.

A strong wind blew in the sky.

The dazzling light collided with hundreds of sword energy, and then a shocking airflow burst out, and at the intersection of the two, it finally spread out in a circular shape.

Bai Bing used this move and his face turned slightly pale, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, after the air flow, another sword light that was more hotter than the one he used shot towards his eyebrows.

There was no way, Bai Bing could only use a folding fan to block his forehead again.

Only a ding sound!

The sword light retreated.

But the folding fan in his hand instantly had countless cracks like spider webs, which turned into a pile of debris and fell to the ground one after another.

Bai Bing lost the folding fan with her close-fitting body, and her eyes turned from purple to red, and the sword shadow became more realistic and solid, just as if she was about to break out of her eyes.

He coldly squeezed out three words to Zhou Xian in the distance, "You are looking for death!"
Chapter completed!