Yang Yang stood on the ring, the warm sunlight shining on his body, warming his body and heart. Yang Yang stood expressionlessly on the stage, facing Duanmu Aoxue, who was as beautiful as ice.
After an intense competition, there were only four people left: Emei Sect's Duanmu Aoxue, Shaolin Sect's Yuan Se, Wudang Sect's Lin Feng, and Yang Yang who had no sect.?
In the following ranking battles, Duanmu Aoxue would face Yang Yang while Yuan Se would face Lin Feng.
The contempt in Duanmu Aoxue's eyes was so obvious. In the square, everyone knew that her strength was something that even some elders couldn't compare to.
The white sword on her back was glowing with a faint white light. Yang Yang looked at the immortal item and thought, In a while, he would be facing it!
At this moment, there were only two large arenas left on the plaza. However, the number of spectators had reached an unprecedented number. The number of spectators watching Yuan Se's duel with Lin Feng was only half of the number here. Almost everyone was attracted by Duanmu Aoxue and the nameless brat Yang Yang. This included the sect leaders of the various sects.
Beneath the stage, Winnie frowned. She knew Yang Yang's background, but hearing the contemptuous comments from the people behind her still made her uncomfortable. She turned to look at the crowd behind her.
Winnie turned her head and looked at the stage. At the same time, Yang Yang, who was on the stage, also looked over expressionlessly. Their eyes met in the air. After a moment, Yang Yang smiled at her and silently looked away.
Winnie frowned slightly and thought to herself,""Big Brother Yang, your expression today is a little off, it seems a little nervous.”
Yang Yang retracted his gaze and looked at Duanmu Aoxue's face. The sunlight shone on her beautiful face, making her look extremely beautiful. Duanmu Aoxue felt Yang Yang's gaze and his eyes turned cold again.
But this time, Yang Yang didn't shy away anymore. He even felt the sarcasm in her eyes. At this moment, that beautiful face was completely meaningless to him. Only in the depths of his heart, he muttered,""Revenge! Revenge!"
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"Clang!"
The chimes of bells and tripods echoed throughout the entire peak of Buddha Mountain.
Duanmu Aoxue straightened his body and took a deep breath. As long as he won two more rounds, he would be able to fulfill his dream and his teacher's expectations. Flying Snow was behind her, and the white light gradually lit up.
"Duanmu Aoxue, Emei Sect, please enlighten me.”
Yang Yang slowly turned his head and said indifferently,""I'm Yang Yang, and I don't belong to any sect. Please don't show any mercy.”
Duanmu Aoxue was stunned. Although what Yang Yang said before the competition was just polite words, it sounded strange. It sounded like he was mocking, but it didn't look like it.
However, Duanmu Aoxue was still Priestess Jinghui's favorite disciple. She was determined and her expression remained unchanged. She didn't say anything else and waved her right hand. The snow behind her slowly rose.
Yang Yang watched as the white light grew deeper and bigger. Even his body was covered in white, but he could no longer feel nervous. Instead, deep in his heart, he was faintly looking forward to something.
He took out the White Dragon Flute.
The audience no longer laughed like before. Compared to the majestic and noble Flying Snow, the White Dragon Flute seemed ordinary.
At this moment, it was still an ordinary flute.
However, Yang Yang knew that the sacred feeling had filled his entire body. For some reason, the White Dragon Flute seemed to be especially excited today. That feeling was moving much faster than before. Yang Yang even felt that if he didn't hold the White Dragon Flute, it would have charged towards Duanmu Aoxue.
To be more precise, it wasn't towards Duanmu Aoxue, but towards Fei Xue. That inexplicable feeling was like two experts who couldn't wait to compete.
At this moment, Duanmu Aoxue's expression also changed. The light of the flying snow was too bright, and even she felt that it was strange!
However, Yang Yang did not think too deeply about it. He looked at the beautiful woman in the blue dress and suddenly realized that she seemed to be an extremely familiar woman. However, the "familiar woman" looked at him coldly.
On the arena, something unexpected happened. The two people actually did not make a move. They just stared at each other and did not move.
Most of the audience were puzzled and discussed animatedly.
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Duanmu Aoxue suddenly woke up. Just now, she had been testing the flying snow with her intelligence, wanting to find out why there was something strange that had never happened before. However, she felt strange. There was nothing strange about the flying snow, but it seemed to have a feeling of eagerness.
Sensing countless strange gazes, Duanmu Aoxue frowned. He composed himself and cleared his mind of all these thoughts. With a light shout, the snow flew out of the sheath and soared into the sky.
In the Martial Competition of the Seven Sects, Flying Snow had become a Daoist treasure that everyone recognized. But up until now, no one had been able to defeat Flying Snow in a single strike. This also made everyone guess what level this immortal sword was. At this moment, everyone guessed that they would have to fight at the peak of the final stage. With Lin Feng or Yuan Se's cultivation, they would only be able to fight for dozens of rounds.
Yang Yang's face did not show any expression. The white flute was emitting a faint white light. It slowly left his palm and stopped in front of him.
On the arena, Duanmu Aoxue's face was solemn as he muttered something. The snowflakes in the sky were as fast as lightning, and they pierced towards Yang Yang with an imposing manner that could split mountains and seas.
With a thought from Yang Yang, the White Dragon Flute immediately went up to meet it. A faint white light collided with the white light in the air. The formation seemed to be fearless.
In the next moment, everyone was dumbfounded. Yang Yang was so weak that he was sent flying backward. The White Dragon Flute lost its luster and flew back to its master.
All of a sudden, everyone stood up in shock. Winnie actually cried out.
Yang Yang's back crashed into the pillar of the arena and he fell down. He felt a salty taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the flying White Dragon Flute and the Flying Snow Sword. Then, without anyone noticing, Yang Yang's blood quickly seeped into the two treasures.
The power of the flying snow caused everyone to be stunned!
Duanmu Aoxue's face was as cold as ice. He saw a flash of blood light and the flying snow flew back in the air. At this moment, a white light suddenly bloomed on the White Dragon Flute. Yang Yang slowly stood up with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale, but his eyes were bloodshot. His face was a little dislocated, and his face was ferocious.
In the blink of an eye, another white dragon appeared on the White Dragon Flute and coiled around Yang Yang's body. "White Dragon Spike!" Yang Yang suddenly shouted.!!”The white dragon charged at Duanmu Aoxue.
In the air, white light flickered, and wherever it passed, cracking sounds could be heard. The originally extremely hard giant wood on the stage was blown away like paper scraps. The loud sound was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, deafening. The expressions of nearly a thousand people from the various sects all changed. Since the start of the competition, there had never been a competition like today. It was so intense at the beginning, and the scene was even more magnificent. In a moment, the huge arena was almost torn apart by these two powerful magic treasures.
The spectators below the stage retreated a distance, only to see Yang Yang and Duanmu Aoxue being carried into the air by their weapons. Duanmu Aoxue's hands were tightly clenched into orchid fingers, controlling them with all his might. His posture was solemn and refined. On the other hand, Yang Yang seemed to be a little strange. Although the White Dragon Flute was unexpected, he did not chant a spell like Duanmu Aoxue. Instead, he was dancing in the air, a little panicked. However, the White Dragon Flute followed his heart and fought with Flying Snow happily.
Even so, Yang Yang was still feeling bitter in his heart. The Flying Snow was a supreme-grade Spirit Weapon, and its power was far beyond his imagination. Every time he collided with the Flying Snow, his meridians would tremble violently, and blood would constantly flow out of his mouth. However, Duanmu Aoxue didn't seem to be affected. Under her control, the white light of the flying snow became brighter and brighter, and its power became stronger and stronger, gradually suppressing the white light of the White Dragon Flute.
At this moment, Yang Yang was complaining incessantly. Duanmu Aoxue was also quite shocked. Not only did the other party's ordinary-looking vertical flute magic treasure have a spiritual power that could contend with Flying Snow, but it also seemed to have a faint majestic domineering aura that constantly pressured him. If it wasn't for his solid foundation, he would have been pressured to the point that his blood would boil.
Duanmu Aoxue's blood and Qi were in turmoil again, and she almost lost her balance in mid-air. Her heart was filled with anger and anxiety. From the exchange of blows, her intuition told her that her opponent's cultivation was not very high, and was far inferior to hers. However, she did not know why his vertical flute magic treasure had such an imposing manner. Even Fei Xue could only gain the upper hand on the surface.
Duanmu Aoxue gritted her teeth, her pink face slightly red. Her blue clothes fluttered in the wind. Flying Snow collided heavily with the White Dragon Flute in the air. Yang Yang's body trembled, and the White Dragon Flute flew back to Yang Yang.
Taking advantage of this moment, Feixue also flew back. Duanmu Aoxue stretched out her right hand and grabbed onto Feixue. The moment her jade-like palm touched the flying snow, a white light instantly engulfed her body. Feixue's sword trembled and flew up into the sky like a sword.
At this moment, Yang Yang was no longer aware of what was going on outside his body. He only felt that the feeling of being one with the White Dragon Flute in front of him was getting stronger and stronger. He even felt that the White Dragon Flute was like a living dragon. At this moment, he was extremely excited. An inexplicable heavenly might rushed into Yang Yang's mind.
Yang Yang roared into the sky.
It was like seeing a dragon in the wild, and the world changed color! It rose straight into the sky, and a strong wind blew as the clouds boiled!
Suddenly, a yellow light flashed from Duanmu Aoxue's side, and a sword whistle came from afar. It grew louder and louder until it was so deafening that no one could hear it anymore. The ten thousand rays of yellow light fused into one at this moment, forming a huge pillar of light that struck down. From the looks of it, this aura was about to cut Buddha Mountain in half.
Yang Yang's face was twisted, and blood suddenly flowed out of his seven orifices. However, he was not afraid at all. His eyes were full of vigor. In an instant, the jade-colored white light in the sky seemed to be held in his hand, and it went straight for the yellow light beam that was rushing down.
On the periphery, the young disciples of the various sects held their breaths and stared blankly. The older sect leaders of the various sects also paled.
This match was a battle of life and death.
At this point, no one could stop him?
Like a clap of thunder, the entire Buddha Mountain shook violently. The white light turned back and Duanmu Aoxue appeared in the sky. The snow she was holding had turned from white to yellow, but blood slowly flowed out of her mouth.
Beneath the stage, Nun Jinghui suddenly stood up.
In the air, Yang Yang could only hear the sound of the sword. His vision was blurry and the bright red blood almost covered his eyes. If he could hear the shouts from the outside world, he would have heard Winnie's exclamation below him.
Yang Yang couldn't feel the pain anymore. As the yellow light filled the sky, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He thought, If I die again, can I still go to hell? Would he meet Winnie again? Would he still think of the person he couldn't remember? Will they remember me after so many years?
Yang Yang reached out to wipe the blood.
Duanmu Aoxue felt a sharp pain all over her body. The true qi in her body was violently shaking her meridians, as if they were about to burst. She was about to die.
At this moment of life and death!
This instant was eternal!
This beautiful woman stood proudly in the wind. No matter how sharp the wind was and how thunderous the sword was, she did not retreat at all. She looked up at the sky.
The wind stopped.
The sword chimes suddenly quieted down.
"Boom!" A deep voice seemed to come from the sky and reverberated throughout the entire world.
Duanmu Aoxue raised the Flying Snow.
Instantly, the white light that filled the sky turned into yellow light and shrank back. It was like a dragon sucking in water as it was sucked into the blade.
Buddha Mountain fell silent, Heavenly Mist Temple fell silent, and everything in the area fell silent!
"Heavenly Sword." Shaolin Temple's Sect Master, Liao Kong, slowly retracted his gaze. He was shocked. He did not expect that there would be such an amazing talent among the younger generation of Emei Sect who could invite Heavenly Sword.?
Looking at Duanmu Aoxue's expression, although he had used all his strength to display this mysterious technique, his body was trembling and his face was as white as paper. He was afraid that he was unable to do so.
In the sky, Yang Yang could clearly feel that the moment Flying Snow transformed, the White Dragon Flute in his hand suddenly surged with an abundant power. It was as if this magic treasure that was connected to his flesh and blood was shouting from the depths of his heart.
It was as if it had been waiting for this battle for a thousand years!
In an instant, a strong wind blew, sweeping away the clouds. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
Yang Yang soared up. The White Dragon Flute emitted white starlight, which was eye-catching under the yellow clouds. Duanmu Aoxue's face turned pale as she looked at Yang Yang's figure that was enveloped in white starlight.
'Divine Sword Heavenly Sword' was a supreme technique in Emei Sect. It was a divine sword that was created with a mortal's body. One could imagine what kind of pressure Duanmu Aoxue's body was under.?Flying Snow was a supreme-grade spirit weapon. It was originally a good weapon to use the "Divine Sword Leaning on the Sky". However, Duanmu Aoxue's cultivation was insufficient, so he had to use it forcefully.
At this moment, she could only feel an infinite amount of power surging into her body from the yellow clouds in the sky. Her body didn't seem to have changed much, but the blood in her body was boiling and her veins were expanding. It was as if they were about to burst from this powerful force. If it wasn't for the fact that Fei Xue was constantly absorbing the immense force, Duanmu Aoxue would have long been unable to hold on.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound almost exploded from the Misty Cloud Monastery. Everyone felt the ground beneath their feet shake slightly, as if it was a sign of an earthquake!
Yang Yang was only three feet away from Duanmu Aoxue. Seeing the power, no one would have thought that once Duanmu Aoxue finished casting the spell, he would die without a doubt. However, his body suddenly tensed up, and he stopped as if he had hit a glass wall.
Yang Yang's face instantly turned ashen. Divine Sword Leaning on the Sky was a wondrous technique. When casting the technique, it would naturally set up a layer of protection around the caster through the weapon, preventing Yang Yang from entering.
This was the White Dragon Flute, which was shining brightly, but it could no longer move forward. Yang Yang's White Dragon Flute was a high-grade spirit weapon. It was not inferior to Fei Xue's supreme-grade spirit weapon when it did not use any large-scale offensive techniques, but the difference in the usage of large-scale cultivation techniques was too great. He could only use his own cultivation base to use the White Dragon Flute to display its power. It was definitely not comparable to Duanmu Aoxue's supreme technique that had been refined by the various generations of Emei Sect's ancestors for thousands of years.?
However, at this moment of despair, the huge yellow clouds in the sky turned into a yellow vortex. Yellow-purple lightning appeared, and the snow turned yellow. This magical spell was about to be completed when Duanmu Aoxue suddenly moved. His originally snow-white face instantly turned red, and he suddenly coughed out a large mouthful of blood. The blood flowed onto his clothes.
There was a loud bang in the yellow cloud. A yellow light appeared in the deepest part of the huge yellow vortex. It was countless yellow lightning bolts gathering on the snow.
In a short moment, the world was quiet and frozen. Everything was fixed there. Only she stood in the wind, her clothes fluttering. She opened her eyes and looked at the huge yellow sword in her hand. The sword was smooth and the hilt was a huge phoenix head.
That moment seemed to last forever!
Yang Yang saw her and the divine sword in her hand!
The wind and rain howled, and the world was desolate. This beautiful woman held a sword and quietly looked at him.
With a wave of his giant yellow sword, a streak of yellow light slashed towards Yang Yang…
The entire world seemed to have been split into two at this moment.
A huge yellow shadow rushed towards Yang Yang with a destructive aura. At the moment of life and death, Winnie rose into the air and stood in front of Yang Yang.
The next moment, Winnie and Yang Yang were engulfed by the yellow light.
After a long time! After a long time! After a long time!
The yellow clouds in the sky dispersed, and the light disappeared.
Everyone looked at the sky in a daze. Winnie was supporting Yang Yang, who was holding the White Dragon Flute tightly in his hand and slowly descending.
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