At 9 o'clock, there is still one hour left before the finals.
The central arena of the martial arts arena has been completely cleared. With the arena as the center, the ground within a radius of twenty feet has been re-reinforced by the formation masters and engraved with layers of protective spiritual patterns. The four inner disciples of Foundation Establishment Late Stage are separated at the four corners of the arena, each holding an array flag. Infused with spiritual power, a translucent golden light shield slowly rises, completely covering the arena.
Outside the protective shield, there was a huge crowd.
Almost all the outer disciples were present, and the disciples from the Refining Hall, the Alchemy Hall, the Fu Hall and even the Spirit Plant Garden put down their work and came to watch the battle. The square was dark and crowded, and it looked like there were more than ten thousand people at a glance. Those in the front row were sitting on the ground, those in the middle row were standing, and those in the back row simply climbed onto the roofs and branches of trees, just to catch a glimpse of the finals.
"Coming, coming!"
The crowd suddenly became commotion.
Qin Tiexin walked out of the east passage. He changed back into the gray linen shorts - the ice silk robe given by Li Yun was good, but it was not combat clothing after all. His bald head was still the same, but most of the new skin had recovered, leaving only faint red marks. Edgeless carried it on his shoulders, and the white marks on the blade were clearly visible in the morning light.
Almost at the same time, Zhou Chongshan stepped onto the stage from the west.
He was still wearing a light gray robe, as simple as yesterday. Hanging on his waist was the "Chen Peak Sword", grade Law Artifact, the scabbard was dusty and unremarkable. The two stood in the middle of the ring, ten feet apart.
Directly north of the arena, a cloud platform was suspended in mid-air a hundred feet away.
The cloud platform is made of white jade, with carved railings and painted buildings, and is surrounded by clouds and mist. There are five people sitting on the platform, all of whom have deep auras. Their faces are looming in the clouds and mist, and only their outlines are visible. That is Elder Jindan.
The old man in blue robes on the left, with a slim figure, is Elder Zhao. His face is dull, and when his eyes swept across the ring, he paused for a moment on Qin Tiexin.
On the right is a beautiful woman in red. She looks to be in her thirties, with majestic eyes and a red robe like fire. She is Luo Ling, the elder of the Inner Sect Artifact Refining Hall. Nangong Yao stands behind her, wearing a water-blue dress, with her hands hanging in front of her, standing upright, but her eyes are fixed on the ring.
"Junior sister Luo," Elder Zhao spoke slowly, his voice coming through the clouds and mist, calm and calm, "This new disciple of yours is quite courageous."
Luo Ling sneered and said unceremoniously, "Senior Brother Zhao, I haven't settled the accounts with you yet for your junior's dirty tricks. During the Qi refining period, you use blood evil to attack the soul. Your Zhao family has a good method."
"The competition rules do not prohibit it." Elder Zhao's voice was still calm.
"Isn't it prohibited?" Luo Ling's voice suddenly rose, "Do you want me to go down now and give your precious junior a spiritual attack to see if he can withstand it?"
"Junior sister, be careful what you say."
"Be careful what you say!" Luo Ling slapped the armrest, causing the platform to tremble slightly, "I, Luo Ling's disciple, don't have the turn to be bullied by others with dirty tricks! After today's finals, let's have a good talk!"
Nangong Yao quietly pulled on Master's sleeve from behind.
Luo Ling snorted and stopped talking, but the anger in Feng's eyes obviously remained.
Thousands of people in the audience held their breath. They could not hear the conversation on the cloud platform, but the vague pressure made everyone dare not make a loud noise. Elder Jin Dan came to watch the battle in person. This was the first time for the outer sect competition in many years.
On the arena.
The elder deacon was an old man with white beard Foundation Establishment Perfection. He stood between the two of them and said solemnly, "The rules of the final are that the one who falls outside the ring or completely loses the ability to fight in our judgment loses. You can admit defeat midway, and you are not allowed to attack again after admitting defeat. You can use any prescribed Law Artifact, talismans, and elixirs, but you are not allowed to intentionally hurt people's lives."
He looked at the two of them. "Do you have any objections?"
Qin Tiexin shook his head.
Zhou Chongshan also shook his head.
"Okay." The elder deacon retreated to the edge of the ring and waved, "The final begins!"
The moment the words fell, the two of them moved at the same time.
Zhou Chongshan's left hand Hand Seals, and his right hand presses the ground.
"Earthbinding!"
The bluestone floor of the arena softened instantly and turned into a quagmire. Seven or eight khaki tentacles sprang out from the mud, wrapping around Qin Tiexin's feet like pythons. At the same time, his whole body lit up with an khaki aura, and his skin A layer of armor with a rock texture quickly condensed on the surface - Rock Armor Technique, an earth-based basic defense Law Technique. When used in his hands, it was as strong as a low-grade defense Law Artifact.
Qin Tiexin made a mistake.
The first move of "Mountain Shaking Step" was to stamp down his right foot, but not with all his strength. Now Qin Tiexin has learned how to use his spiritual power to control the strength and direction of the Mountain Shaking Step. The swamp was shaken three feet away, and his body has escaped the range of the Earth Binding Technique. His figure was like an arrow, rushing towards Zhou Chong Mountain. Edgeless was dragged behind him, and the tip of the knife rubbed against the bluestone, splashing a string of sparks.
Zhou Chongshan was unhurried and pointed the sword in his right hand.
"Earth stabbing technique!"
The ground in front of Qin Tiexin suddenly exploded, and three stone thorns as thick as a human arm broke out of the earth, blocking the way in the shape of a cross. The tips of the stone thorns were sharp and glowing with metallic luster. This was no longer the power of the basic Law Technique.
Qin Tiexin did not stop.
He planted his left foot on the ground, moved sideways, and narrowly avoided the first stone thorn. However, Zhou Chongshan's Law Technique continued, and the second wave of ground thorns came from the side. He had to change direction again, and his speed was slightly slower.
Just like this, Zhou Chongshan had retreated three feet.
His left hand always Hand Seals, and every time he took a step back, an imperceptible khaki light spot was left under his feet - he was setting up the formation again.
Qin Tiexin can see it clearly.
He held the knife in his right hand and quickly pinched a simple Method Formula with his left hand.
"Small fireball!"
Three fist-sized fireballs burst out from the fingertips and shot towards the foot of Zhou Chongshan. The fireballs were not very powerful, but the angle was tricky, forcing Zhou Chongshan to concentrate on defense. At the same time, Qin Tiexin raised his right hand, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air, pouring on the several light spots that Zhou Chongshan had just laid.
The water washes away, and the light spot dims slightly.
Zhou Chongshan frowned slightly. He did not expect that Qin Tiexin would use this most basic Law Technique to interfere with the formation - small fireball, water flow, Qi Refining First Layer disciples knew it, but the timing was just right.
"Smart." Someone in the audience whispered, "Qin Tiexin has insufficient spiritual power. Using the basic Law Technique consumes less and is designed to break formation nodes."
"Senior Brother Zhou's formation has been slowed down."
"But how long can this last? Senior Brother Zhou's spiritual power is several times stronger than his..."
Qin Tiexin Of course I know it won't be long.
He charged forward again. The "Mountain Shaking Step" broke out, three steps in a row, and three shallow pits exploded on the floor of the arena. But Zhou Chongshan's Movement Method was equally exquisite. It seemed like he was walking leisurely, but every step just avoided Qin Tiexin's charging route. At the same time, ground spikes, earth walls, and swamps kept emerging, forcing Qin Tiexin to change directions continuously.
Thirty breaths have passed, and the two of them haven't really fought yet.
But the arena has changed beyond recognition. The bluestone ground is covered with cracks, soil thorns, and mud pits. Although the formation nodes laid out by Zhou Chongshan have been disturbed, they are still slowly taking shape. Qin Tiexin is breathing slightly - he just used "Mountain Shaking Step" and basic Law Technique continuously, and nearly 20% of his spiritual power has been consumed.
This can't go on like this.
He glanced at the foot of Zhou Chong Mountain and saw another wave of ground thorns gathering.
This time, he didn't hide.
His right foot hit the ground heavily, and instead of retreating, he accelerated forward. His calf was scraped by a stone thorn, leaving a bloody opening, but he didn't care. Edgeless had been rounded and fell from the top of his head.
The second form of "Zhongyue Sword Technique" Zhenyue!
Before the sword arrived, the strong wind was already making Zhou Chongshan's robes rustle.
A trace of surprise flashed in Zhou Chongshan's eyes. He did not expect that Qin Tiexin would stab the ground and attack forcefully. The knife came too fast and too fierce, and it was too late to completely avoid it.
But he didn't want to hide either.
Hold the Chenfeng sword hilt with your right hand and draw the sword.
The blade of the sword was dusty, but when it was unsheathed, it made a dull buzzing sound, like a whisper from the earth. Zhou Chongshan held the sword in both hands, and the khaki aura of the sword shone brightly, forming a vague shadow of a mountain peak.
He tilted upward.
The edge of the sword meets the edge of the sword.
There are no tricks, no tricks, just the purest collision of power.
"Clang--!!!!!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing was like thunder exploding in the sky.
The impact point exploded with a visible air wave, sweeping across the arena. The protective mask fluctuated violently, and the four Foundation Establishment brothers all changed colors. They increased their spiritual power input to stabilize the mask.
The disciples in the front row of the audience were staggered by the aftermath of the air wave, and screams of surprise broke out everywhere.
On the arena.
Where the swords meet, sparks are like rain.
The bluestone slab at the foot of Zhou Chongshan was shattered inch by inch, and his feet sank into the stone, up to his ankles. The Chenfeng sword bent in a thrilling arc, and the sword screamed endlessly.
Qin Tiexin flew backwards.
He flipped three times in the air, and when he landed, he plowed the ground with his feet, carving two three-foot-long ravines on the bluestone before barely stopping. The jaws of the hands holding the knife cracked again, and blood dripped down the handle. Edgeless Saber There was another light white mark on the surface.
The two looked at each other seven feet apart.
Zhou Chongshan slowly pulled out one foot, and the gravel fell down. He lowered his head and looked at the Chenfeng Sword - the blade was slowly returning to straightness, but the aura was dimmed by three points.
"Four thousand catties... more than that." He whispered to himself.
He had poured 70% of his spiritual power into the sword just now, and combined with the Earth Element amplification of the Chenfeng Sword, it was powerful enough to crack mountains and crack rocks. But the Qin Tiexin sword made his feet sink into the ground, and the sword almost broke.
This is by no means the power of ordinary physical training.
Qin Tiexin is also panting.
He shook his numb hands and looked at the two deep pits at the foot of Zhou Chongshan. He had almost no reservations about the knife strike just now, but it only caused Zhou Chongshan to sink half a foot into the ground. However, he was knocked away by the force of the counterattack, and he almost couldn't hold the knife in his hands.
"What a strong earth element defense... what a heavy mountain sword intent."
Thoughts flashed through both of their minds at the same time.
There was dead silence inside and outside the arena.
After a few breaths, a disciple spoke in a trembling voice, "Just now... was that a fight during the Qi refining period?"
"My senior brother Foundation Establishment Early Stage, that's all I can do with one full blow..."
"Senior Brother Zhou's foot got stuck! Qin Tiexin How heavy is that knife?"
"The point is that Qin Tiexin was knocked away! Senior Brother Zhou took the heavy sword forcefully and only took half a step back!"
On the cloud platform, Luo Ling sat upright slightly.
Behind her, Nangong Yao clenched her hands and dug her nails into her palms.
Elder Zhao remained expressionless, but there was an imperceptible glint in his eyes.
On the arena.
Qin Tiexin grips Edgeless again.
Zhou Chongshan pulled out his other foot and pointed the Chenfeng sword diagonally at the ground.
The morning light crossed the ridge on the east side and shone on the riddled arena, illuminating the figures of the two men.
The finals have just begun.