Even some elders were quite satisfied: "At such an age, being able to temper the sword Tao to this point is all a material that can be made..."

Some disciples watching the battle looked at the genius competing, and even showed longing and envious eyes.

...

The audience was very satisfied.

But on the field, the situation gradually changed.

The confrontation between Qin Cangliu and Linghu Xiao was wonderful and no one was at a disadvantage.

But the battle situation between others is very obvious.

Four to three.

Four sword disciples from Guishuimen, two were entangled with Ouyang Xuan, one fought with Situ who used the Lihuo Sword, and the other fought with Cheng Mo who was swinging a big axe.

Those who can participate in the sword contest are all elite disciples.

Without using a big killer move, the average battle between the geniuses can't make up for the gap in the number of people.

The few people on the Taixu Sect were obviously gradually at a disadvantage, and the support was getting more and more difficult.

Finally, Ouyang Xuan, who was forced to fight one and two more, was the first to reveal his flaws.

Although he has good talent, he can't beat four hands after all. After dealing with him for a long time, he was angry and slashed out with one sword, but it ended up slashing in the air.

Ouyang Xuan immediately realized something was wrong and quickly took the call back to prevent the insidious Guishui Sword from plotting against him.

But then, nothing happened.

The sword cultivator of Guishuimen did not seize this flaw and pursued the victory. Instead, he took advantage of this gap and left Ouyang Xuan and rushed towards the small forest.

His goal is clear: beheading.

This is a beheading match, not a melee match.

The sword of Duo Thorn will at most aggravate Ouyang Xuan's injury, but it cannot decide the victory.

On the contrary, as long as they rush into the woods and kill Mo Hua with one sword, they will win immediately.

This was also Qin Cangliu's initial arrangement.

This is a sword contest, a genius competing for the storm, but the purpose of competing for the storm is to "win", not really having to compete for the storm.

Seeing that the Guishui disciple was heading towards the small forest, Cheng Mo immediately roared, jumped up, swung two big axes, and slashed over.

The slash was both fast and fierce, and the disciple of Guishui Sect could not avoid it and could only draw a sword to block it.

After blocking this axe, it took a moment to delay the opportunity, and the time disappeared.

Ouyang Xuan stabbed his sword and came forward again, entangling the disciple of Guishui Sect.

The situation has been stalemate again.

But at this moment, another disciple of Guishuimen in the crowd suddenly shook his body and turned into a water shadow and disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already approached the forest ten feet.

This was caught off guard.

Cheng Mo and the others were shocked.

Seeing this, the monks on the field were also a little uproar:

“What’s the situation?”

"Is this... the water shadow step of Guishuimen?" The knowledgeable monk.

"The Water Shadow Step is a unique skill of Guishuimen. It is really commendable that a seemingly ordinary disciple of Guishuimen can cultivate this Water Shadow Step to such a superb level in the late stage of foundation building..."

"It's probably because of the body and skills, and the talent is good..."

"The Qianxuezhou area has indeed emerged with many talents."

In the swordsman's field, Cheng Mo was surprised and immediately reacted, holding up a big axe and slashed it again, Ouyang Xuan also covered him.

But his axe broke into the air again.

The disciple of Guishuimen turned into water mist and escaped again. When he appeared again, he had already reached the edge of the woods.

Cheng Mo is a big guy, and his body skills are a disadvantage, and he can't catch up for a while.

The disciple of Guishuimen sneered, then carried the cold sword and took a step forward and walked towards the woods.

The ink painting is too "crunchy", killing him only takes a sword.

Anyone can kill.

As long as you kill him, Guishuimen will win this victory.

He was confident in his body movements. The formation master who was unable to run fast with short legs would definitely "dead" under his Guishui sword.

The disciple of Guishuimen had just stepped into the woods.

A sudden roar in the dense forest, a fireball flew out.

This fireball is extremely fast.

The disciple of Guishuimen was not surprised, and his eyes immediately turned cold, and his sword crossed and blocked the fireball.

But the next moment, his face changed.

The fire exploded, the air waves rushed, and the sword body of the Guishui disciple trembled, making the tiger's mouth numb, and even took two steps back.

"This thing...can it be fireball technique?"

He was a little unbelievable for a moment.

It looks nothing different on the surface, but the color is slightly darker, but its power is completely up to the next level compared to ordinary fireball techniques.

If you don't take it yourself, you won't feel it at all.

"Sure enough... As the leader of the formation, there is still something..."

The disciples of Guishuimen were silent in their hearts.

But fireball is just fireball after all.

After finally getting this opportunity, they will win as long as they kill Mo Hua.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

At this time, you must do your best and not be negligent.

The disciple of Guishuimen looked resolutely, and used the same trick again, turning into water mist. He wanted to rely on the cover of "Water Shadow Step" to rush into the woods and pull out the ink paintings.

But as soon as he started his hand, his figure turned into water mist, a fireball seemed to have "eyes", and it hit him with extremely "precision".

The jade on the Tao has become a little dim.

There was burns and explosions on the body.

The disciple of Guishuimen was shocked several steps back, and his expression gradually became unbelievable:

"Why... why did I get hit by fireball?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"I have clearly used the superb 'Shui Shadow Step', and with the water shadow fan and the water mist blocking eyes, how could he still hit me?"

The disciples of Guishuimen were confused.

In the woods, Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart:

"Playing with water shadow in front of me? It's really my grandson's greetings to my ancestors, and I laughed out loud..."

He pointed his finger and another fireball technique whizzed out.

The disciple of Guishui Sect could only block it, and then was shocked several feet away. The "blood volume" of Tao Yu was also reduced a little.

He was a little annoyed and a little panicked.

"It must be a coincidence!"

"I have practiced the Water Shadow Step for more than ten years and devoted countless efforts. How could I be seen through by others so easily?"

"I don't believe it!"

He continued to use the water shadow step and approached the woods. Then, if nothing unexpected happened, he was bombarded with precision by the fireball technique.

This fireball technique is fast, accurate, and fierce, as if he has eyes, and he is staring at him and explodes.

No matter how he activates the water shadow step to the extreme, he can't escape it. This death-induced fireball technique is like this.

The disciple of Guishuimen was almost vomiting blood.

"Damn it! What a boring person who can practice Fireball Technique to this level?!"

At the same time, he felt very regretful.

The water shadow step advanced, and the fireball technique shook and retreated. After several rounds, the time to rush into the woods to "behead" the ink painting has long been delayed.

Cheng Mo, Ouyang Xuan, and Situ Jian all surrounded him.

As a result, everyone fought anxiously again.
To be continued...