The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 16 Battle!

But Song Wanning has always been caring towards her little disciples, so it was really surprising that she said such words today.

Everyone could only change the subject and talk about other things.

Only when the competition finally began did he focus on it.

In the first round of melee, all 110 contestants appeared on the same stage.

Everyone was divided into eleven teams according to their sect.

A melee breaks out.

Spells were flying everywhere on the battlefield, and the situation was extremely chaotic. The disciples below were dazzled and exclaimed in excitement.

But because all the people in the audience were disciples of the Wentian Sect, only the cheers from the Wentian Sect were very loud.

Song Wanning looked at the figures on the field, but didn't pay too much attention to them. Instead, she picked up a storybook and read it leisurely.

The leader of the Wentian Sect's forehead twitched when he saw this, but he couldn't blame anyone, so he could only silently cheer on his sect's disciples.

On the battlefield, Bai Yang, Ye Chuxue, and Lu Nanfeng worked together as one, cooperating very well. They quickly drove the enemy back off the battlefield and walked with ease among the chaotic crowd.

They have lived and died together many times, and the tacit understanding they have is incomparable to others!
However, successive victories still couldn't make Bai Yang happy at all.

The figure on the platform never looked at him from beginning to end.

The melee ended quickly because of the indiscriminate attack. The losing monks fell off the stage one after another. In just an incense stick of time, only twenty people were left.

Because Bai Yang and the other two formed a group, only three of them were left in the Wentian Sect, and the rest of the disciples were eliminated.

But overall, the number of people in the Wentian Sect is the largest among the seven sects and four factions!

The leader of Wentian Sect was both happy and worried because Ye Chuxue and Bai Yang were both injured.

After a ten-minute break, the second round of competition began.

The monks drew lots to fight in pairs, and the winner would continue to the finals.

The competition went smoothly as usual. Bai Yang and Ye Chuxue advanced without any surprise. Only Lu Nanfeng was eliminated.

On the high platform, Song Wanning's expression was cold, without a trace of joy.

So far, everything has developed exactly as in the San Sheng Mirror.

As the male and female protagonists, they naturally cannot be losers. The final championship is also the main battlefield for Ye Chuxue and Bai Yang.

The two gave their all and presented a wonderful competition. In the end, they tied and won the championship together.

From then on, the two of them became famous and became the most sought-after geniuses in the world of cultivation.

She gently stroked the ends of her hair, with a cold glint in her eyes.

Want to step on me to get to the top step by step?

It also depends on whether she answers or not.

Time passed in a flash, the evening glow disappeared, and darkness began to spread.

The bright lights in the square shone on, and it was instantly as bright as day.

The competition has reached the most exciting and crucial moment.

Now there are only five people left, competing for the final top three places.

Bai Yang and Ye Chuxue were among them, receiving the admiring gazes of the disciples.

Even though Ye Chuxue was involved in a scandal, it still couldn't stop everyone from admiring her.

"Ye Chuxue of the Wentian Sect drew Xi Wenjun of the Wanjian Sect, Liu Chan of the Qixing Sect drew Bai Yang of the Wentian Sect, and Wangshan Sect got a bye!"

After the draw results came out, Bai Yang and Ye Chuxue stepped onto their respective battle stages.

The two looked at each other and encouraged each other.

They had already agreed to reach the finals together and stand on the championship stage together. Now is the most critical moment.

With the elder's order, the competition officially began.

Ye Chuxue took the lead, the flute in her hand spun quickly, and a long and delicate melody came out.

It went straight into the depths of the human soul. Xi Wenjun's expression was slightly stern, and he slashed at it with a broadsword in his hand.

The blade pierced the air like thunder, unstoppable.

The sound waves suppressed the knife light, making it weaker.

Xi Wenjun's eyebrows moved slightly, and with a counterattack, a sword light illuminated the sky and the earth, and his aura swallowed the world.

Ye Chuxue tapped her toes lightly, her body as light as a feather, and as she dodged and moved, the flute streaked across the sky like a meteor.

Its posture is graceful, like a moving performance.

Xi Wenjun, on the other hand, had sharp swordsmanship, swift moves, and great strength.

The two of them exchanged moves with each other, their movements were so agile and swift that the disciples in the audience could hardly see their moves.

"Hey, Ye Chuxue actually learned sound attack?"

An elder looked at Ye Chuxue excitedly, with a glittering look in his eyes.

Over the years, sound cultivation has gradually declined, and few people would choose to practice the method of sound attack, not to mention that the other party's attainments seem to be quite high.

"She really has a strong understanding!"

As a cultivator with chaotic spiritual roots, Ye Chuxue's cultivation has almost no obstacles. As long as she is willing, she can choose any of the five attributes of skills.

Once they grow up, they will definitely be powerful and have a bright future!
This is the future hope of their Wentian Sect!
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Ye Chuxue. Even though they felt very jealous, they still poured in various words of praise.

The leader of Wentian Sect grinned and was very satisfied with Ye Chuxue's performance.

He was originally worried that Ye Chuxue was not in good condition, but now he realized that he was worrying too much!

Looking at the other side of the platform, the battle situation between Bai Yang and Liu Chan is not so optimistic.

Bai Yang was injured several times by Song Wanning, and his injuries have not healed yet. He now looks very passive.

The sect leader frowned upon seeing this. He had clearly asked someone to deliver the elixir, so why did Bai Yang look so bad?

This shouldn't happen.

Little did he know that Bai Yang had not even taken the pill.

He attacked fiercely, his eyes were cold, the long sword in his hand was as powerful as a rainbow, and one swing of the sword was like thousands of swords fired at the same time.

The chaotic sword shadows rushed towards Liu Chan from all directions like ghosts. The air was constantly squeezed and pierced, and the sound was so painful that it made people's teeth ache.

Liu Chan held the gourd magic weapon in one hand to absorb the sword shadows, and held the red cherry spear in the other hand to pick up the incoming sword lights one after another.

He looked serious, but also confused. He had fought with Bai Yang before, and Bai Yang's condition today was obviously not right.

But that wasn't his concern.

Liu Chan's eyes flashed, and he turned his spear. The spear tip exploded instantly, and countless golden needles as thin as cow hair attacked Bai Yang.

Bai Yang paused, turned sideways and flew back into the air, swung his sword straight down, and a large shadow fell towards the golden needle.

"Puff puff--"

All the golden needles fell down, each one piercing the battlefield at an angle.

But then he saw the red tasseled spear in Liu Chan's hand suddenly thrust out from behind and stabbed fiercely at his back.

Bai Yang's brows darkened, and he kicked back with a sweeping kick.

However, the spear seemed to have eyes, and it dodged it nimbly before attacking him again.

He took a deep breath and was about to fight back when suddenly his dantian stagnated and his spiritual energy was instantly cut off.

puff--

The spear penetrated the body.

Bai Yang suddenly fell onto the battlefield, knelt on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Liu Chan exclaimed, "You are injured?"

They had been preparing for the Tianjiao Competition for a long time, and even stayed in the sect, just to be in the best condition for the competition.

But Bai Yang was still seriously injured and had not recovered!
(End of this chapter)