Leng Yun was already fifth on the Martial List, even he lost so miserably, others going up would just be throwing their lives away.
Wu Hao looked at the scene before him, his heart filled with anxiety.
If no one else could defeat Mu Baiyi, they would have to hand over the Sacrificial Scripture as agreed, and roll out of the Sixth Heaven. His gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Zi Yuan.
Zi Yuan was standing in the crowd at this moment, her expression calm, but her eyes flashing with firm light.
She sensed Wu Hao’s gaze, looked up at Wu Hao, nodded.
“Zi Yuan, I’ll leave it to you.” Wu Hao said softly.
Zi Yuan’s figure flashed, arriving at the centre of the battlefield.
She looked at Mu Baiyi, said indifferently: “I’ll play with you.”
Mu Baiyi saw Zi Yuan, a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, then turned into disdain: “So it’s a woman, looks like you really have no one left.”
Zi Yuan did not get angry, just quietly looked at him: “Whether there’s no one left, we’ll know after the fight.”
“Good, I’ll let you see my prowess.”
Mu Baiyi gripped the long spear tightly, fiercely charged towards Zi Yuan.
Zi Yuan’s figure swayed, easily avoiding Mu Baiyi’s attack.
In her hand, at some point, a cyan long sword appeared, the long sword waved, carrying a fresh spiritual qi, forming a stark contrast with Mu Baiyi’s demonic qi.
“Hmm?” Mu Baiyi was startled in his heart, “You’re also at the ninth grade of the Earth Immortal realm?”
Zi Yuan did not answer, but took the initiative to launch an attack.
The long sword like a green snake emerging from its cave, straight piercing towards Mu Baiyi’s throat. Mu Baiyi hurriedly withdrew the spear to block, the two instantly fought together.
The moment the cyan edge collided with the black spear, a piercing sound of metal clashing resounded through the valley.
Zi Yuan’s sword moves were agile and elegant, like a swallow flying in the forest, each sword pointing straight at Mu Baiyi’s flaws; while Mu Baiyi’s spear techniques were fierce and domineering, demonic qi dense, each move deadly.
“What a fast sword!”
The cultivators on the mountainside exclaimed.
Zi Yuan’s speed was a bit faster than Leng Yun’s, and her sword moves more exquisite, obviously honed through countless trials.
Wu Hao breathed a sigh of relief: “Zi Yuan’s strength has indeed grown a lot, looks like there’s hope to win.”
The White Tiger Valley Master nodded in agreement: “This girl’s swordsmanship is very powerful, and her spiritual qi is pure, without the slightest impurity, obviously an orthodox Daoist cultivation method.
Mu Baiyi’s demonic qi, although domineering, to win against her, I’m afraid it’s not that easy.”
In the battlefield, the two had already exchanged dozens of rounds, still hard to determine the winner.
Mu Baiyi’s face became increasingly solemn, he originally thought Zi Yuan was just an ordinary ninth-grade Earth Immortal realm cultivator, didn’t expect her strength to be so strong.
“Looks like I underestimated you.”
Mu Baiyi snorted coldly, fiercely threw the long spear into the air, formed seals with both hands, “Mo Yan Tao Tian!”
Black demonic qi surged wildly from his body, condensing behind him into a huge sea of fire, in the sea of fire vaguely countless冤 souls wailing.
The sea of fire swept towards Zi Yuan, wherever it passed, the ground was scorched black.
Zi Yuan’s expression sharpened, the long sword in her hand waved: “Qing Lan Dun!”
Cyan spiritual qi condensed in front of her into a huge shield, the shield covered with fine patterns, emitting a faint cyan light.
The sea of fire crashed into the Qing Lan Shield, making “sizzle” sounds, countless black sparks splashing everywhere.
“Break for me!”
Mu Baiyi roared in anger, increased the output of demonic qi. The power of the sea of fire grew stronger, the patterns on the Qing Lan Shield began to slowly become blurred.
Zi Yuan’s forehead seeped fine sweat beads, she could feel that Mu Baiyi’s demonic qi was very strange, not only domineering, but also carrying a corrosive power, constantly eroding her spiritual qi.
“Can’t be passive in defence anymore.”
Zi Yuan thought darkly in her heart, fiercely withdrew the Qing Lan Shield, her figure flashed, like an arrow leaving the string rushing towards Mu Baiyi.
