Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Xia Xiaomo looked at He Mengting and said seriously, "Senior Sister He, be careful. If you can't win, you can surrender."

He Mengting nodded heavily and said, "I understand."

Wang Chengzhi walked onto the stage, and He Mengting also walked onto the stage.

He Mengting clasped his fists and said, "Xiyang Sect, He Mengting."

The man bowed and said, "I am a disciple of Poyun Sect, Wang Chengzhi."

"He Mengting from the Sunset Sect versus Wang Chengzhi from the Poyun Sect, the competition begins now!" the referee shouted.

He Mengting held the magic sword in her hand, while Wang Chengzhi held several hidden weapons of various shapes in his hand.

Two days before the Poyun Sect elimination match, Wang Chengzhi had not been on the ring, and He Mengting only now realized that he was using hidden weapons.

Wang Chengzhi's hidden weapon shot towards He Mengting like an arrow.

He Mengting's expression changed slightly, a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes, and she raised her sword to meet the flying hidden weapon.

The hidden weapon and the sword light collided, making a dull sound.

He Mengting knocked away the hidden weapons one by one. When she was about to fight back, she found that Wang Chengzhi's hidden weapons had already changed their trajectory and were heading straight for her side.

Wang Chengzhi flipped his wrist slightly, and dozens of small darts fell like raindrops.

He Mengting looked around and found herself surrounded by darts in front of her and hidden weapons approaching from the side.

As a practitioner of the Sword Controlling Sect, she was not good at defense.

If Zhang Jialai were to fight Wang Chengzhi, a sword circle would be able to block all these attacks.

She couldn't let Wang Chengzhi lead the rhythm, she had to keep a distance in order to gain the advantage.

He Mengting used her body skills to get to the edge of the ring and avoided Wang Chengzhi's attack.

The magic sword in her hand flew out and flew straight towards Wang Chengzhi.

Wang Chengzhi controlled a hidden weapon and returned to his side. The magic sword collided with the hidden weapon, and a crisp sound was instantly made. The hidden weapon shattered and the fragments flew in the air.

Wang Chengzhi's face darkened. He had not expected He Mengting's counterattack to be so swift.

He slightly turned sideways and quickly adjusted his angle, preparing to dodge the spirit sword's pursuit.

He Mengting adjusted her gestures slightly.

He Mengting slightly adjusted her gestures, and a golden sword light suddenly burst out from the spirit sword.

The sword light was so powerful that it cut through the air, leaving behind a dazzling light that headed straight for Wang Chengzhi.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Chengzhi cursed in his heart and quickly changed his strategy.

He took back all his hidden weapons, and Wang Chengzhi used all his hidden weapons as a price to block the sword light.

Wang Chengzhi smiled and said, "Friend He, my hidden weapons are quite expensive. If you break them like this, I will have to buy some new hidden weapons."

He Mengting ignored him.

Now it is the knockout round of the Immortal Gate Conference. It is normal to destroy the opponent's magic weapon.

She had suffered losses in the past because of the interference of the opponent's words during the battle.

He Mengting put her hands together and quickly made sword gestures.

The spirit sword returned to her side, and the sword body emitted a cold light.

Fifteen purple spirit sword phantoms emerged and surrounded her.

Wang Chengzhi slowly raised his right hand, and as he moved, a faint purple light began to flash in the palm of his right hand.

Gradually, the purple flame spread like ripples, reaching his entire right hand, wrapping his hand in a ball of purple flames.

Xia Xiaomo looked at the purple flame in Wang Chengzhi's right hand and frowned slightly.

This is a special spiritual fire.

She had only seen one special kind of spiritual fire before.

When Elder Zhang demonstrated alchemy, he used blue spiritual fire.

Although Wang Chengzhi's spiritual fire is not as good as Elder Zhang's spiritual fire, for the cultivators in the third realm, the special spiritual fire is undoubtedly a huge threat.

She knew that a cultivator at the third level could not maintain the special spiritual fire for a long time. She only needed to delay for a while until Wang Chengzhi's true energy was exhausted, and then she would be able to gain the advantage.

He Mengting waved her hand, and fifteen spiritual sword phantoms attacked Wang Chengzhi.

The shadow of the spirit sword approached rapidly in the air, and the sword intent surged like a tide.

Wang Chengzhi let out a low shout, and the purple flame in his right hand burned more and more vigorously.

He dodged the phantom sword and crushed it.

The shadow of the spirit sword was like fragile glass, making a sharp cracking sound and exploding in the air one after another.

The Moon Shadow Sword was broken.

He Mengting didn't expect that the Moon Shadow Sword would be broken so quickly. Her spirit sword returned to her hand and she began to run on the edge of the ring.

The Moon Shadow Sword seemed so fragile in front of the special spiritual fire. She didn't have a stronger swordsmanship to delay time, so she could only keep changing positions to delay time.

Every time Wang Chengzhi wanted to get close to He Mengting.

He Mengting would use her body skills to dodge Wang Chengzhi's attack.

The two chased each other in the ring, and the fight gradually turned into a war of attrition.

Zhang Jia looked at Wang Chengzhi's right hand, wondering whether the Qingyun Sword could withstand this kind of spiritual fire.

When Wang Chengzhi used the hidden weapon, Zhang Jia was thinking in his heart.

If it was him who was on the field, Wang Chengzhi's attacks would not be able to break his sword.

But Zhang Jia had to think about whether the sword could withstand this special spiritual fire.

He Mengting is a straightforward person, and Zhang Jia thought that she didn't know how to change her methods to delay time, so she took Wang Chengzhi's spiritual fire head-on.

In the arena.

Just as He Mengting was about to dodge using her body skills, her body suddenly froze and her face showed surprise.

A sharp stinging sensation suddenly came over her, and a silver needle pierced into her shoulder.

He Mengting groaned and felt a feeling of numbness spreading rapidly.

She staggered a step, and a circle of purple bruises quickly appeared around the wound.

Wang Chengzhi took the opportunity to throw a punch, hitting He Mengting's body.

He Mengting flew backwards and fell heavily on the ring.

She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and her face turned pale.

He Mengting used her true Qi to slow down the spread of the poison. She had detoxifying pills on her, but she couldn't take pills on the ring.

She supported herself on the ground with her hands and slowly raised herself up.

He Mengting didn't expect that Wang Chengzhi could still concentrate on using the poison needle.

It was obvious that she only needed to delay a little longer to win the fight.

He Mengting wanted to fight again, but Xia Xiaomo had told her that she could surrender if she was defeated.

The current situation is not suitable for fighting again, she must deal with the poison in her body as soon as possible.

He Mengting slowly said: "I vote..."

Before she finished her words, Wang Chengzhi punched her hard.

He Mengting fell to the side of the ring, feeling a sharp pain in her chest and blood gushing out of her mouth again.

The purple wound on her shoulder became more and more conspicuous, the poison spread in her body, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

Wang Chengzhi's eyes were cold, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone else is ready to surrender, this is a bit too much." said a monk who was watching.

"What is he going to do?" asked another monk.

Wang Chengzhi came to He Mengting and raised his right hand.

Two figures quickly rushed onto the stage, with two spiritual swords placed on Wang Chengzhi's neck, shining coldly, ready to cut his throat at any time.

"Try to move again!" Xu Yeyu said coldly.

"The Poyun Sect won this competition. If you still want to attack my senior sister, you have to get past me first."

The magic sword in Xia Xiaomo's hand moved closer.

Wang Chengzhi felt the cold sword energy from the two spirit swords. If he really moved again, the two spirit swords would definitely cut his neck.