Xuan Huan: My exercises will be self-cultivated

Zhao Sihua raised his head slowly, and lowered his hands naturally, with a pious expression like a pilgrimage, and dark red spiritual power hovered around his body.

The spiritual power was extremely violent, and everything around him seemed to be torn apart under its sweep, and Su Baiyi himself was dazzled by the violent wind and waves.

"Old Yuan, what kind of exercise is this little baby using to have such an effect? ​​It seems that there is a great chance."

Chi Gan's inadvertent question aroused the deep disdain of Li Qingyuan, who was complacent, and his beard was going up to the sky.

"Cut, this looks like a crooked way, where is my 33 swords!"

"Your 33 swords seem to be a little too big. Didn't you see that the little doll underneath is fine?"

The two began to pinch each other with each other, but looking at Yuan Qing and Yuan Tianlong next to each other, their expressions were extremely heavy.

"Qing'er, what can you see?"

"I've never seen such a practice, or it doesn't look like a practice, maybe he has something else to rely on."

Back on the field, Su Baiyi looked at the dark red spiritual power on Zhao Sihua's body, and his thoughts were aroused bit by bit.

"This breath is so familiar, it seems to be... red mist!"

That's right, it was the strange red mist that caused many monsters in the Crimson Rift Canyon to go berserk, and the dark red spiritual power revealed on Zhao Sihua's body at this moment is exactly the same.

So, the truth has emerged.

Zhao Sihua's strength gradually began to rise, as if he had passed at least the third level of the Good Fortune Realm, and even Yuan Tianlong couldn't match it!

"No, it's a quick fight."

Having made up his mind, Su Baiyi calmed down and raised the Tai Chi sword with all his attention.

"Sunset Sword Qi, go!"

An arc-shaped sword energy about the same height as Su Baiyi, mixed with a roiling heat wave, rushed towards Zhao Sihua, with terrifying power as if the space would be torn apart.

"boom!"

The smoke and dust burst out all over the sky in an instant, and it was hard to see what was going on inside, but Su Baiyi didn't stop there, and he should fight the enemy until the last moment, without any slack!
There were several sword qi in succession, and they all aimed at the position just now and bombarded without any deviation. This move that condensed the sword intent also gave many disciples who came to observe and study a new understanding.

"Tsk tsk, it's only been a few dozen days for this kid Su, and his sword intent has risen to another level. It's really enviable."

"Old guy, why don't you take him as your teacher, don't be ashamed!"

"I'll go to you!"

Everyone at the elders' table was easily bickering with each other, and everyone thought that Su Baiyi had already won.

However, Su Baiyi himself knew best, the few sword qi he had just had were all blocked!
The thick smoke dissipated, and Zhao Sihua appeared.

It's not a serious problem, looking at Su Baiyi's expression is a bit playful, but it's still hard to hide the look of embarrassment.

"hiss!"

For a long time, Su Baiyi hadn't encountered such a difficult person. He almost forgot the life of walking barefoot on a knife edge. Today, Zhao Sihua made him recall it again.

"You're done? Then it's up to me!"

With the accent on the last word, Zhao Sihua raised his sword behind him, rushed over and began to bombard Su Baiyi wildly.

"Bloodthirsty Knife!"

Zhao Sihua's speed was so fast that afterimages appeared, he was crazily slashing at Su Baiyi with both hands holding a knife, his dilated pupils and bloodthirsty smile made him look like a wild beast.

Backing back again and again, Su Baiyi couldn't stand it anymore. After all, the difference in cultivation was too great. The difference between the state of good fortune and the state of supernatural powers was simply heaven and earth, even if Zhao Sihua's state of good fortune was ripened.

Both arms were so painful from the shock, Su Baiyi could only rely on the dexterous shaking of his wrists to relieve the force, and even so, he was almost at the edge of the arena.

Under the stage, Gusu Wanrou clasped her hands tightly, her brows were full of worry, if this wasn't a competition, she would have rushed to fight side by side with Su Baiyi.

"Suffer to death!"

Zhao Sihua's spiritual power erupted, he raised the knife high above his head with both hands, and slashed down with lightning speed.

Just now when he used the Tai Chi sword to draw the saber and missed, now Su Baiyi could barely lift his hands up, it was almost impossible to immediately raise the sword to resist.

"Shocking and disappearing!"

A few meters away in an instant, Su Baiyi's spirit soared, and the sea of ​​spirit began to surge as if it was about to boil. His thoughts had never been so active like now.

Time seemed to stand still, one front and one back, one void and one solid, the two identical Su Baiyis became a whole at this moment, and seemed to be two different individuals.

Zhao Sihua's ferocious face, the referee's galloping expression, and Gusu Wanrou's terrified eyes in the audience, all these things that should have disappeared in an instant were all captured by Su Baiyi.

The sea of ​​spirits has already begun to evaporate like it is pouring, and it is about to dry up and bottom out.

Zhao Sihua slashed with a knife, his face full of uncontrollable excitement, but the moment he touched "Su Baiyi", a terrifying temperature suddenly came from behind him.

"Sunset Sword Qi!"

"boom!"

At the very moment, Su Baiyi ignited the sea of ​​spirit, and raised his reaction force to a frightening speed, so fast that he used the setting sun sword energy from Zhao Sihua's back at the same time he used the shocking and invisible.

It was already impossible for Zhao Sihua to get away, not only that, after his knife touched the afterimage, the phantom immediately shattered and exploded!
In this way, the sword energy plus the terrifying power generated by the phantom explosion sandwiched Zhao Sihua one after the other, and the suffocating air waves dispersed to the surroundings.

A corner of the arena collapsed, Su Baiyi was lying on the ground panting heavily, his face had no trace of blood, it was extremely pale.

Gusu Wanrou immediately rushed towards Su Baiyi, hugged him into her arms, tears couldn't stop falling down.

"Why bother? Didn't you say that you are not interested in the title of chief disciple? Why put yourself in such a dangerous situation."

She cried, reaching out her hand to caress Su Baiyi's cheek, which was cold and dry.

All the voices in the ear began to dissipate, Su Baiyi held on and said slowly:

"Did I win? Grab...Zhao Sihua, catch him."

He could no longer hear any sound, only his blurred eyes could slightly see Gusu Wanrou nodding with tears in her eyes.

Smiling slightly, Su Baiyi also completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Baiyi found himself in a pitch-black space, where he couldn't see his fingers, and there wasn't even a ray of light here.

"It seems that I am really dead this time."

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere.

"Ordinary human beings have exhausted their spiritual power, and they will definitely die!"

"system?"