I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

As if he noticed something, Su Zui turned his eyes and met the girl's gaze.

That look was very cold, and there was more hatred in it than Su Zuo imagined.

Making eye contact with Su Zuo, Su Lili smiled slightly, maybe because there was no smile in his eyes, and he looked like a threat.

After this brief distraction, the outcome on the field was decided.

After only a few dozen moves, Meng Simao's body-protecting spirit armor erupted with dazzling light. He seemed to have been hit head-on by the spirit technique, and his steps stopped. However, the next moment he jumped towards Pu Shengming again, with the sword in his hand. It’s done.

Meng Si was a bit stubborn about hiding things on the battle stage, as anyone who has experienced this knows.

"hiss……"

Many disciples present took a breath of air.

Su Zuo stared at the stage, his eyebrows raised in thought.

At the same time, Feng Anyang's murmur sounded: "It's... half-finished sword intent."

In the flash of lightning, Pu Shengming's pupils shrank, and he realized that the sword force in front of him suddenly became more dangerous. The magic formula in his hand suddenly disappeared, and a spear appeared in his hand.

"Chong!"

The sword edge clashed with the spear, and the sword technique broke through Pu Shengming's body-protecting spirit technique.

Forced to take half a step back from his position, Pu Shengming swallowed the sweet taste of blood in his mouth and looked very ugly.

The next moment, the spear in his hand vibrated, spiritual energy exploded, and Meng Simao's body flew backwards, blood burst out from his waist and abdomen, and he hit the sidelines hard.

"Oh!"

Pu Shengming pointed the tip of his gun at him and gritted his teeth: "You lose."

In his heart, Meng Sihao forced him to use his weapon at a loss, which was already a loss of temper, and he felt even more embarrassed.

"...cough cough..."

Meng Sihan raised his sword to the ground and raised his head to look at him. When he spoke, his voice was blurred by the blood rising in his throat. He coughed painfully before he finished speaking.

Regardless of victory or defeat, this duel made Meng Sihao realize the threshold of the sword's will. Even if he loses, it is not a complete loss.

The expression of the great elder of Xihe Holy Land was not good-looking, but because Pu Shengming won, there was a slight smile on his face.

Meng Si Mao stood up unsteadily, and everyone present was waiting for him to finish speaking.

However, a voice suddenly appeared at this moment: "Disciple requests to have a discussion with the Holy Son."

Hearing this, Su Zuo looked at Feng Anyang.

Pu Shengming narrowed his eyes and looked at the superior. It was obvious that he had no objection and was just waiting for the elder's instructions.

The Great Elder of the Holy Land asked: "What do you think of the Holy Son?"

Pu Shengming sneered: "My pleasure."

Nie Dehai looked at his disciple and ordered: "Go."

After he finished speaking, an older inner disciple came on the scene and took Meng Si away.

Pu Shengming is the strongest disciple among the visitors to Xihe Holy Land, but if Feng Anyang comes on stage, Su Zuo selfishly believes that Wuming Shenzong will not necessarily lose.

Because Feng Anyang has already understood the meaning of the sword, his swordsmanship can be said to be beyond the innate realm.

However, Pu Shengming uses a spear, and his level of understanding and inheritance are inferior to his swordsmanship.

Feng Anyang is no match for the Spirit Art alone, but in the battle, there are many more influencing factors. Pu Shengming's arrogance and some moisture in his cultivation will become the reasons that prevent him from winning.

What's more, Meng Sihao is not familiar with the spiritual secrets inherited from the Holy Land, while Feng Anyang has a family inheritance, so he must know a lot about it.

within the venue.

Feng Anyang came on stage, holding a long sword and looking at the white-robed saint holding a spear from a distance.

A sneer appeared on Pu Shengming's face: "He is defeated."

He was referring to the people who had been killed before. He said this to Feng Anyang because he undoubtedly felt that he was the same.

Feng Anyang's usually gentle expression was now extremely sharp: "That's you."

As soon as the words fell, signs of spiritual energy gathering appeared where the two stood, and both sides were ready.

Perhaps he learned the lesson from last time, this time Pu Shengming directly responded with a spear. He took two steps forward, and the sharp edge of the spear rubbed against the ground and drew white marks.

The next moment, the two of them jumped up almost at the same time. Pu Shengming held a spear in his hand and kneaded with one hand. The pure metallic aura gathered into a seal in his hand and became transparent in an instant. At the same time, a faint glow appeared on the surface of his body. The golden light makes one's eyeballs sting slightly just looking at it.

He swung his spear and stabbed it, and the tip of the spear struck Feng Anyang with lightning speed. Perhaps because he was angered, his fighting spirit was several times more fierce than in the previous one!

The sword move in Feng Anyang's hand changed, and he blocked Pu Shengming's spear with two moves, but it was as fast as a set of combos, and the response was extremely clever.

"Boom!"

Both sides retreated, landing in the field and taking a few steps back.

Pu Shengming lowered his brows and the look in his eyes became cautious.

The fog spread in the hall, and the lights in the hall were gradually blurred by the field filled with water aura. Feng Anyang stood in it, his thin body revealing a pressure that was not in line with the innate realm.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pu Shengming swung his spear again, and the thick golden spiritual current spread in the field. He started his offensive again, and his exquisite marksmanship released spiritual light that penetrated the fog and pointed directly at Feng Anyang.

Feng Anyang dodged, raised his sword and slashed down, the sword wind broke through the air and struck him.

From time to time, the sword force and the spear force hit the isolation formation left by the elder. With the explosion sound of the spiritual energy hitting each other, the figures of the two people intertwined quickly. It didn't take long for their men to pass more than a hundred moves.

Many of the disciples present looked extremely nervous.

It turned out to be on par.

The expression of the Great Elder of the Holy Land became solemn. Contrary to him, Nie Dehai's scheming face showed a sense of relaxation, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Chong!"

The clear sound of the long sword exploded in the hall, and a ray of electric light broke through the barrier of the vast water mist and the opponent's divine light, and the power of the long spear also dimmed.

The disciples were in an uproar. It was obvious that Pu Shengming was not Feng Anyang's opponent.

"boom!"

The Great Elder of the Holy Land suddenly raised his hand, and a thick spiritual barrier suddenly appeared to block the sword intention. Pu Shengming opened his eyes wide under his protection, but did not suffer fatal injuries.

"The Holy Son admits defeat, stop, little disciple."

He said helplessly.

Feng Anyang stood still, breathing heavily.

He did not take action again, looked at the white-robed saint who was kneeling on the ground, and repeated what he had heard before: "He is defeated."

Pu Shengming gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the spear: "You..."

Su Lili, who was wearing a white dress, sat on the seat with a gloomy look on her face: "I'll do the next one."

Feng Anyang looked at her, seemingly hesitant.

In everyone's impression, Su Lili had just entered the Holy Land and his cultivation level was not as good as Pu Shengming's, and it was even more impossible to defeat Feng Anyang who could defeat Pu Shengming.

Off the court, when Su Zuo saw Feng Anyang's hesitant expression, he felt that something was wrong. Thinking of the destined development in the plot, he made a decision almost instantly.

Su Zuo said, "I'll fight you."

Everyone looked at her.