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Huang Kunjie.Tournament stage.

Originally, it was only used during sect competitions, and most of it was idle at ordinary times.However, almost all the disciples gathered here now, just because a few uninvited guests came to Huang Kun's world today.

In fact, not only the disciples, but also the heads and elders of the three sects gathered here, because they knew better that today might be the day of survival of the three sects.

On the competition stage.

Qi Kang pinched the formula with his left hand, and the Qinghong sword suddenly turned in mid-air, turning into a cold light and piercing the vital points of Mo Xing's body.

"This Sword Art of Soaring to the Sky is quite interesting." Mo Xing raised the corner of his mouth contemptuously, and didn't know what to do. The folding fan that was originally in his right hand suddenly appeared in his left hand, and then opened with a "swipe", wrapping around Qinghong Sword and spinning it After a few laps, the Qinghong sword seemed to lose its strength.

Qi Kang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately backed away in the next second, but he still didn't have time.He only felt a pain in his chest, and then he flew out of the competition arena.

Feng Xuzi stood up abruptly, and just about to step forward to rescue him, his knees were hit by two stones, and he couldn't move anymore.

And this change is extremely fast, how can the disciples have time to react?When they stepped forward, Qi Kang had already fallen heavily to the ground, only to hear a "bang", the gravel splashed, and the next moment Qi Kang spit out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Rong stood beside him and said with a smile: "Master Feng, this is a competition between juniors, we old guys just watch it, what do you think?"

The veins in Feng Xuzi's hands burst out one by one. He thought of the forces behind Mo Xing and Feng Rong, took a few deep breaths, barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and stood there without saying a word.

Sunzi Zhong and Fairy Miaoyin at the side saw this situation, and thought of Tang Yi and Shen Junru who were recovering from their wounds, they couldn't help feeling sorry for them.

I don't know how Rong Jin and Ye Hong provoked such vicious enemies, they came to them after five years, and they wanted to include Huang Kunjie under their own name, and now they even took advantage of the name of their disciples. Hurt the disciples of the three sects.Judging from their injuries, it was obvious that Mo Xing had killed them.

Su Shubai tremblingly took out a hemostatic elixir and stuffed it into Qi Kang's mouth, but Qi Kang's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and he couldn't swallow it.

The surrounding disciples were all shocked and said: "Brother Qi!"

Su Shubai's tears poured down desperately. With shaking hands, he forcefully pried open Qi Kang's clenched teeth. With his right hand, he quickly stuffed the elixir in, and with his left hand, he tapped Qi Kang's chin and neck Next, finally feed the elixir.

He did the same, and fed several pills in succession. Seeing that Qi Kang no longer vomited blood, and his disordered breath gradually calmed down, he stopped.

Looking at the unconscious Qi Kang, Su Shubai's hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists.

Mo Xing stood on the stage, shaking his fan lightly, as if he didn't see the glaring disciples, and said with a happy expression: "The so-called geniuses of the three sects in the Huangkun Realm are nothing more than that, I am really disappointed. But this young master With kind hearts, you can all stay when our Sifang City troops arrive, as long as you serve with all your heart, Sifang City will not treat you badly."

This is to use the disciples of the three sects as servants, which is more humiliating than being expelled from the world.It seemed that Mo Xing was determined to humiliate the disciples of the three sects.

Zhong Sunzi said coldly: "When did we promise to submit to Sifang City?"

Mo Xing didn't answer him, but just glanced at Feng Rong lightly.

Feng Rong's eyelids drooped slightly, and the coercion of a high-ranking monk suddenly enveloped everyone present.

Mo Xing looked around for a week, appreciating the drastic changes in everyone's faces, and said with satisfaction: "Everyone, after joining my Sifang City, you will be disciples of the second-level sect, why not do it?"

"Fulfill your Spring and Autumn Dream!" A disciple of Shaoyuanzong jumped out, but it was Shang Hao who had fought Ye Hong a few years ago.At this time, he blushed and shouted angrily, "Mo Xing, don't bully me too much. You won't know what is powerful until Junior Brother Rong Jin comes back!"

Mo Xing squinted his eyes, "Rong Jin is coming back? That's just right, I settled the old score with him five years ago. A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dared to spoil my good things in Sifang City. I wanted to have a relationship with him a long time ago. Calculate this account." After he finished speaking, a cold light appeared in his eyes, "However, who are you, dare to yell in front of this young master?"

As he spoke, as soon as he moved his finger, several white lights shot towards Shang Hao. Seeing that Shang Hao couldn't react in time, he was about to be hit.

Between lightning and flint, a spirit sword flew out, barely blocking Shang Hao's face, only heard a few "clangs", the silver needle fell to the ground, and the spirit sword flew back to the master's hand.

It was Su Shubai who rescued Shang Hao in time.

Mo Xing looked at Su Shubai with interest and said, "Little beauty, do you want to fight with me too?"

Su Shubai stood up slowly, with a somewhat condensed look on his face.He said word by word, "You almost killed Senior Brother Qi."

Mo Xing smiled and said, "So what?"

Su Shubai's eyes were red, he used his footwork, and quickly swept towards the stage, "I will make you pay the price!"

"Shubai, come back quickly!"

Su Shubai turned a deaf ear to it, and the spirit sword in his hand radiated so much that it was even stronger than Qi Kang's just now.

"A sword soars to the sky!"

The most powerful form of the Sword Art of Soaring to the Sky - a sword soaring to the sky!

Mo Xing's eyes showed a bit of solemnity. He knocked on the fan bone, and the folding fan flew out, opened and closed several times, and blocked the spirit sword.At the same time, he didn't know what movement technique he used, but he escaped from the shadow of heavy swords like a fish swimming.

Mo Xing bullied Su Shubai, waved his hand, and a folding fan appeared in his hand. Before Su Shubai could react, the folding fan was already against Su Shubai's throat.

He smiled frivolously: "Little beauty, don't you beg for mercy?"

Su Shubai was afraid and angry at the same time, he clenched his teeth so as not to shed tears.

Feng Xuzi said angrily: "It's just a discussion, Mo Xing, why are you so aggressive?"

Mo Xing pretended he didn't hear it, and moved the folding fan against Su Shubai's throat slightly forward, leaving a bloodstain on Su Shubai's neck.

"Little beauty, beg for mercy obediently, so as not to suffer."

Just when some disciples were about to rush forward furiously, a white and slender hand was suddenly placed on Mo Xing's folding fan.

Feng Rong's pupils contracted violently—even he had just discovered this person's arrival.

The owner of that hand asked slowly, "Who do you want to beg for mercy?"

As the voice fell, a familiar figure slowly emerged on the spot.

Tears welled up in Su Shubai's eyes.

Mo Xing's scalp exploded, and he felt the hairs all over his body stand on end. Without thinking about it, he withdrew his hands and stepped back quickly.

A ray of white light followed, it was the lightsaber.

Mo Xing clearly saw the trajectory of the sword, but he couldn't avoid it no matter what. He watched the sword touch his wrist helplessly.

As soon as Feng Rong moved, he was about to step forward to rescue him.

Feng Xuzi and several Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, and shot at the same time, suppressing Feng Rong in place.

Han Guangjian tapped lightly, leaving a blood hole on Mo Xing's right wrist.Mo Xing shook his hand, and the folding fan fell to the ground with a "slap".

Ye Hong recalled his light sword, and said in a cold voice: "You have hurt my juniors so far, and I only have one hand for you. Why don't you get out of the Huangkun Realm?"

"You dare, kid!"

Feng Rong's complexion changed drastically, and he used all his cultivation to shake violently, finally shaking away several Nascent Soul cultivators.

When he saw Mo Xing's wrist injury, his face was frosty, and when he turned around, his palms turned into a pair of bloody palms, and he was about to blast towards Ye Hong.

Ye Hong didn't dodge, moved his fingers slightly, and two tokens flew out of the storage bag.

The token floated in front of Feng Rong.

Feng Rong saw Ye Hong looking down at him as if looking down on him, and heard Ye Hong's cold voice.

"You have to think clearly before you strike. If something happens to Sifang City, can you bear it?"

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