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"Let's see whether your Longhu Mountain's "Earth Origin Art" is more powerful, or our Taixu Palace's "Taixu Sword Art" is more powerful."

Hong Zeyu controlled the twelve long swords to return to his body, then separated a flying sword and flew away, avoiding the cracks on the ground. With a flash of golden light in his hand, the long sword stabbed towards Meng Zirui like a gust of wind.

Meng Zirui was not at all panicked, as if he had anticipated the opponent's move, and he also took out his weapon, a bronze square tripod, to block the long sword that was attacking him. There were several "bang" sounds, just like the scene of an egg hitting a stone. Several collisions made the long sword buzz and shake.

The Taixu Palace disciples in the audience couldn't help but start gossiping.

"Look! This is one of the treasures of Mount Longhu. I didn't expect their leader to be so generous and give the weapon away with both hands."

"Giving this mountain-guarding treasure to my beloved disciple is nothing. I only have one beloved disciple."

"That's right. Longhu Mountain didn't get a place to go to the cultivation world in the past few years and was almost kicked out of the title of the six major sects."

"There is also this matter. No wonder the leader of Longhu Mountain is willing to bleed so much money this time. It seems that the Diling Sect is at the bottom this year."

The woman in the black gauze hat adjusted her hat that was blown askew by the yellow sand. She paid no attention to the content of the conversation between others, and her eyes were fixed with great interest on the battle between Taixu Palace and Longhu Mountain.

The square tripod circled in the air as Meng Zirui moved, and a huge shadow covered the two people on the stage.

Hong Zeyu, who was in the air at the same time, gradually became solemn in expression. Logically, the advantage should be on his side, but because the opponent sacrificed a spiritual weapon at the right time, he didn't gain any benefit at all. His sword-swinging movements became more and more brutal.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed across the air, and Hong Zeyu shot out twelve sword energies with strength no less than the first level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. It seemed to consciously avoid the four treasure tripods and quickly attacked Meng Zirui.

"So fast!" Meng Zirui was surprised at the speed of the sword attack, and his body moved quickly relying on muscle memory.

"It's the Twelve Sword Shadows of Light in the Taixu Sword Art." The disciple of Taixu Palace kindly explained.

With a few "boom" sounds, several sharp sword energies passed by Meng Zirui and fell on the cracked ground, and were shattered in an instant.

Before Meng Zirui could catch his breath, Hong Zeyu took advantage of the fact that his attention was completely drawn to the twelve sword shadows and approached Meng Zirui from a tricky angle. The next moment, Hong Zeyu's sword appeared in front of Meng Zirui's eyes, and his pupils were shocked.

The audience in the audience was even more excited than Hong Zeyu on the stage. It seemed as if they were about to rush onto the stage with flags held high and cheer for Brother Hong's victory.

Hong Zeyu suddenly hit Meng Zirui head-on. Just when he thought he had won, Meng Zirui in front of him turned into a puddle of mud.

Looking at the empty space in front of him, he was stunned and froze on the spot. He opened his mouth and said, "When on earth is this..."

"Could it be that time?"

As he spoke, he recalled that when he used the Twelve Light Sword Shadows, the sword energy fell on the ground and raised a cloud of dust.

"The most taboo in a battle is to underestimate your opponent." Meng Zirui suddenly appeared behind Hong Zeyu, shocking Hong Zeyu so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. He kept wondering in his mind when exactly did he get behind him?

Hong Zeyu reacted quickly, raised his sword and took the blow from the Four-sided Treasure Cauldron on his back, which caused him some pain in the palm of his hand and he almost couldn't hold the sword. At the same time, he was knocked back a few steps, supporting himself on the ground with the sword in his right hand. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was quite ugly.

Although the long sword in Hong Zeyu's hand blocked the direct attack of the Four-sided Treasure Cauldron, it could not withstand the huge impact force it brought, so it was normal to suffer some internal injuries.

"You're fine." He lifted his long sleeves and casually wiped the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, the wind blew, blowing up his slightly scattered hair. Combined with his pale face, he had the aura of a sick beauty, causing the female cultivators to scream continuously.

"As expected of Master Yuhua of Taixu Palace, he is so popular even when he is injured." Meng Zirui said lightly.

Hong Zeyu, whose courtesy name is Yuhua, is just like his personality, with a handsome face and a young and promising appearance.

The other party did not reply, but took the time to regulate his breathing, stimulate his true energy, and speed up recovery from his injuries.

Meng Zirui noticed all these little actions, but his heart was far from being as calm and peaceful as he appeared on the surface.

"It seems that the outcome of this battle will be decided soon. Brother Meng, I hope you can win the battle in one go!" Yao Jing put his hands on his chest and said to his friend who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

A light voice floated from the side.

"I don't think so."

Yao Jing turned her head in surprise. When did this person stand beside her? She saw that the other person was wearing a black hat and could not see his face clearly, but from his appearance, he was definitely not tacky. The careful girl also found that the other person's strength should be similar to hers.

No! The woman in the black gauze hat didn't reveal any aura. Her strength was definitely above his! When did the six sects produce such a powerful female cultivator? Why didn't they hear any news before?

It was rare for her to meet a female cultivator who was so into her style. She suddenly became interested and asked politely, "Fellow Daoist, what do you think?"

"It's not a brilliant idea. Success or failure lies in the details. The two are not much different in strength. What matters is who has more energy. Meng Zirui gained an advantage with the Four-sided Cauldron, but his energy consumption is huge. Judging from his current situation, he can't beat Fellow Daoist Hong. Although Fellow Daoist Hong has enough energy, he has suffered internal injuries and can't do anything to him for a while."

A pleasant and melodious voice sounded beside Yao Jing, which made people inadvertently indulge in it and feel very comfortable.

After a while, Yao Jing came back to his senses and replied, "Daoyou, are you saying that the two of them should fight to a draw?"

The woman in the black gauze hat still looked at the arena and replied, "Just wait and see..."

Yao Jing was half-believing and half-doubting, because Fellow Daoist Meng did not behave as the woman in the black gauze hat said, as if he was short of energy. At least in her eyes, Fellow Daoist Meng was still able to handle it with ease...

But soon, she was slapped in the face.