Ruoli held his hands under the high platform and said, "Please help the monk, I'm in a hurry!"

With a bang, Ruoli on the high platform instantly ignited the anger of several disciples in Tianyun Mountain.

The disciples who didn't know the reason shouted one after another: "Monk, you are too arrogant! This is Tianyun Mountain, not the Holy Land of Snowfield!"

"Senior brother, please go up and teach this monk a lesson. Don't let him laugh at us because there is no one in Tianyun Mountain!"

"Everyone is quiet. Let's invite the disciples of Sword Master to come on and continue the third competition today!"

Yuan Zun in front of the main hall shouted loudly, suppressing the bustling sounds in the square.

Ouyang Chongming looked at Ruoli on the high platform and nodded, and said quietly: "Don't worry, what I promised you will not change, don't be impatient!"

In his opinion, if Ruoli could win three games, he was already very satisfied.

There were more than twenty disciples coming to the Snowfield Holy Land on this trip, and Ruoli was not the only one. He also knew that after today, he might not see this guy in front of him for many years.

So what, as a Buddhist disciple Ruoli, it is already very difficult for Ruoli to agree to fight for the Snowfield Holy Land!

At the moment when he was deep in thought, he saw a young man in a white shirt pushing through the crowd in the square and quickly heading to the high platform. In just a moment, he was in front of Ruoli.

"Li Zizai, a disciple of Tianyun Mountain's Tianjian Peak!"

The young man in a white shirt also held an unsheathed sword in his hand. He looked at Ruoli and said, "Stop talking nonsense, come on!"

"Bang!" a sound sounded, and the wind and snow in front of Li Zi suddenly exploded!

The long sword in Ruoli's hand slashed at him with the power of flames, and in an instant there was a smell of burning air in the snow and wind that filled the sky.

Li Xiudi, who was holding a long sword, did not fight hard and immediately retreated.

"This guy is too difficult to deal with." Li Zizai, who was retreating, was shocked: "Without saying a word, I used desperate moves. Fortunately, I changed very quickly!"

After all, Li Zizai was on guard. The fatal sword struck by Ruoli penetrated the wind and snow, but failed to penetrate Li Zizai's body.

"Clang, clang, clang!" A chaotic sound echoed in the air, but it was a critical strike from the swords of two people fighting together.

After retreating a few feet, Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath. The energy in his body was rapidly recovering, and the long sword in his hand also regained a sense of confidence.

In his opinion, as long as he is more careful, he has a chance to win this battle!

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Ruoli praised in the wind and snow: "You are worthy of being a disciple of the Sword Lord!"

In his opinion, the disciples sent by Tianyun Mountain were more powerful than the others, so even he had to brace himself and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

This powerful opponent is obviously very strong physically and is on par with himself.

Although his injuries have not yet recovered, he still holds the long sword and tries his best to win this final battle, because he is leaving the Holy Land of Snowfield.

"Boom, boom, boom!" In desperation, Ruoli used the clone technique again, drawing out his sword again and again to roll towards his opponent.

The wind and snow in front of the two of them exploded again. When Li Zi saw that the other party was using his old tricks again, he did not dare to take the attack forcefully.

Instead, he turned around and ran away, circling around the high platform and following Ruoli's two shadows.

After a while, a strange scene of people running away and chasing each other appeared on the high platform. Even Yuan Zun and Jian Zun in the stands frowned, thinking that this monk was too weird.

If you don't have the cultivation level of Mahayana realm, how can you talk about avatar?

Wang Qiang, who was under the stage, watched silently, wondering in his mind whether he could win the current battle if he replaced Li Zizai on the stage.

Xiao Ling'er held Ping An's hand and frowned, and said softly: "Can that senior brother win?"

Ping An shook his head and booed: "Senior Brother Li is afraid that he will lose again."

When Chen Xiaoyan heard this, she saw Gao Rushang frowning more tightly. Tianyun Mountain had already lost two games in a row. If they lose again, the pressure on her, Wang Qiang and others will be even greater tomorrow.

After listening to Ping An's words, after careful consideration, he was also worried about Li Zizai on the high platform. After all, the monk in front of him actually used sword skills instead of the Buddhist Zen staff.

The people below Gao Ru were worried, but the battle on the high platform showed no intention of stopping.

After a chase, Ruoli suddenly became violent and let out a low roar. The long sword in his hand had a faint flaming sword energy wrapped around it.

This is a sword energy that looks like a fire dragon. Although the fire dragon is vague, it is extremely violent.

The sword light came, and Li Zi met him with a sword. The moment the two spiritual swords collided, the fire dragon on Ruoli's sword suddenly exploded, and the wind and snow in front of them exploded, shaking Li Zizai's sword violently.

!

Boom boom boom!

Li Zizai's long sword kept slashing out, and faced Ruoli's long sword one after another!

Every time the two people's swords collided, a loud sound erupted, as if Ruoli had hit Li Zizai's sword hard with a hammer.

After he slashed dozens of swords, the spiritual sword in Li Zizai's hand was bounced away by him, and even the physically powerful Li Zizai was thrown away by him.

Li Zizai moved quickly, his body staggered left and right on the high platform, and quickly approached Ruoli again.

When the distance between the two was only about ten feet, Ruoli looked indifferent, another sword sound came out from the long sword in his hand, and another flaming sword energy flew out and slashed at him.

Li Zizai was shocked and quickly retreated!

At this time, Ruoli suddenly changed his movements, then divided into two, two into three, three into four... four figures flew towards Li Zizai!

The four figures are four long swords. The four long swords are all penetrated by a flaming sword energy thread. Starting from the first sword, the flames on the sword are dancing in the air like a fire dragon!

This is the Lihuo sword technique of the Snow Mountain Holy Land!

The best swordsmanship in the Snow Mountain Holy Land!

In order to win the current competition, Monk Ruoli lost his patience and wanted to fight Li Zizai quickly!

Four figures and four long swords were slashing up, down, left and right. From Li Zi's perspective, he could only see the blade of one of the swords, and could not clearly see the other three long swords.

There was a strong sense of danger in his heart. Being unable to see it meant that he could not avoid it!

The Snow Mountain Lihuo sword technique is indeed brilliant and powerful!

At this moment, one of the shadows that Ruoli slashed out suddenly burst out with a spark from the sword, stabbing towards Li Zizai. The sparks instantly stunned Li Zizai's eyes.

And just after this spark, the second long sword was slashed out one after another, entangled by a fire dragon, and suddenly struck at Li Zizai's neck!

"Clang, clang, clang!" At an absolutely impossible moment, Li Zizai's sword spun around to protect his neck, and the swords of the two collided violently!

However, just as everyone under the high platform was sweating for Li Zizai, there was a "click!" sound in the flash of lightning!

Then there was a shrill roar from the high platform, and a white figure flew out and fell onto the high platform.

It turns out that during the battle, Li Zizai dodged the long swords slashed by Ruoli's two shadows, but failed to block the third sword!

Fortunately, he tried his best to dodge to the left. Even so, one of his right arms was instantly cut off by the sword in Ruoli's hand and flew out.

Without his right arm holding the sword, even the physically powerful Li Zizai lost the ability to fight again.

"Stop, we lose this game!"

Seeing that his disciple was unable to fight anymore, the Sword Master immediately stopped drinking Ruoli who was about to catch up.

Everyone saw a black shadow flying up to the high platform, and then looked at the sword master who picked up the broken arm and carried Li Zizai on the ground, and flew towards Tianjian Peak like an eagle in a daze!

Before they realized it, this competition was over! Ruoli on the high platform silently put away his spiritual sword, and joined the stunned venerables and elders in the hall, and shouted: "Ruoli

If you offend everyone, leave now!"

After saying this, without waiting for Ouyang Chongming to reply, he walked down the platform step by step like a snowflake and disappeared from everyone's sight in just a moment.

Xiao Ling'er took Chen Xiaoyan's hand and asked, "Sister, we lost another game!"

Ping An looked at Ruoli's back and said thoughtfully: "It's okay, Ping An will go to the mountain to find his brother later!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Qiang pulled him and said, "Don't go, follow me back to Tiandao Peak!"

Without saying hello to Chen Xiaoyan, Wang Qiang left in a hurry with Ping An. The sect had lost three games in a row. As a senior brother, he wanted to have a serious discussion with his master.

Chen Xiaoyan looked at the two people leaving and sighed softly: "Let's go back!" After saying that, she pulled Xiao Ling'er and walked towards Zhufeng, not even bothering to say hello to the Jade Master in the main hall.

Ouyang Chongming didn't say much, bowed his hands with the headmaster, and turned to leave.

The headmaster looked at Nalan Ruoyu, Yuan Zun, Yao Zun and others, sighed, and said leisurely: "Go sit at my place and think about how to deal with it tomorrow!"

Everyone on the field gradually left. After losing three games in a row today, neither the elders nor the disciples could lift their spirits.

Just after Shenshi, the whole square became deserted, with only the howling cold wind, making it look extremely desolate.

...

Bamboo Peak, inside the Yaoguang Hall.

Xiao Ling'er looked at Chen Xiaoyan who was thinking about something while making tea and asked: "Sister, are you going to compete with others on the high platform tomorrow?"

Chen Xiaoyan thought for a while and replied: "We have lost three games, we can't lose again!"

Xiao Ling'er nodded and continued to ask: "Are you afraid, sister?"

"So what if I'm afraid? I'm Master's disciple, and there must be someone at Zhufeng to fight!" Chen Xiaoyan looked at her and said with a bitter smile.

"Isn't Grandpa Meng already going to the back mountain? Maybe my brother will come down the mountain by then?"

Little Ling'er thought she hadn't seen the old man in the library today. Later, after asking Yu Zun, she found out that the old man had gone to the back mountain of Zhufeng to look for his brother.

"He...do you and Ping An think highly of him?"

Chen Xiaoyan thought for a while, took Xiao Ling'er's hand and said softly.
To be continued...