After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

The blazing flames of the fire dragon coiled over the rivers and seas, as if burning the mountains and boiling the sea, leaving the water surface filled with mist.

Wu Yingjie's clothes were stained with water droplets, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He tried to see through this illusion with a flash of light in his eyes, but found that under the waves, there was a vast silver river. Even the water vapor on his body and the smell of the sea in his nose were so real.

How is this done?

Under the stage, the disciples seemed to be in the sea, looking at everything around them with horror. Because it was just the aftermath of the evolution of divine thoughts, they just circulated their spiritual energy a little bit and easily broke free.

The sound of the river waves turned into the sound of a piano.

Looking up, I saw that the two had already exchanged positions on the stage. Wu Yingjie's Flame Dragon Sword kept ringing, but it just spun in place and couldn't break the illusion at all. Yu Fei was sitting in mid-air at this time, her eyes closed, and silver lines flashed between her eyebrows.

It is obvious that he has combined the magic of divine thoughts and the sound of the piano to the extreme.

After the spiritual energy dissipated, it was as if time and space had shifted and in the blink of an eye we returned to this water-colored world.

The leader of the Five Poison Sect, who was sitting on the high platform at this time, seemed not to be affected by the waves. Instead, he raised his hand and the surging water surface gradually calmed down, and a stream of sea water rushed into his palm.

Feeling the faint spiritual energy and divine power contained in it, curiosity appeared in his eyes for the first time.

Although he saw through the illusion in the blink of an eye, he was a foundation-building cultivator after all, and was no match for these Qi-refining disciples. In his opinion, this woman's skills were just ordinary. The flow of her Yin-attributed spiritual energy was not pure, and it was obviously a skill that was not worthy of being put on the stage.

Even the music she studied was just ordinary, and her piano skills could barely be called good. But I didn't expect that she would find a new way and find a way to express her feelings through piano music, which is really amazing.

I never thought that besides the second son of the Wu family, there was also an ordinary female cultivator who could give me such a surprise.

Looking up, his expression seemed to penetrate layers of illusions and fell on the two people fighting on the ring.

At this time, Yu Fei's pipa sounds became more and more rapid, and the spiritual energy in her body was rapidly consumed.

Beads of sweat slowly appeared on her forehead. She found that Wu Yingjie was even stronger than she had imagined. The flaming dragon transformed from the Jin Yang sword rushed left and right, and almost broke the illusion array several times. Fortunately, her spiritual sense was stable and she was much better than him, otherwise he would have escaped long ago.

Let's make a quick decision.

Yu Fei hooked her finger, and the sound of the piano became sad and desolate.

A full moon slowly appeared, as if parting the clouds.

Wu Yingjie, who was standing in the air, seemed to sense something. The Golden Sun Flame Dragon that was stirring the river water suddenly flew back, coiled beside him, and looked up.

He only felt an invisible pressure coming upon him, and the spiritual energy in his body stagnated slightly. The flames burning on Jin Yang's body were pressed against the sword.

The full moon was reflected in his eyes, and he understood something.

When the bright moon sinks into the river or the sea, that will be the time of your defeat.

Wu Yingjie saw that his handsome face did not show any sign of panic, but seemed particularly happy. He shouted loudly: "Fei'er, you actually have such strength. I underestimated you."

"This is my final blow, take it!"

Wu Yingjie poured the little spiritual energy that was left in his body into Jin Yang without reservation.

The fire dragon that was born with a sword in its hand had golden light flashing in its eyes. Its several-meter-long body moved, and it flew forward with a loud sword sound.

As the full moon fell, the surrounding rivers and seas rose and turned into several huge waves that rolled towards the flame dragon. For a moment, the illusion array seemed to be turned upside down. Looking around, it was like the blue water connected to the sky, and the water and the sky were reversed.

Zhengzhengzheng~

Wu Yingjie followed the sword, the sword light was sharp and unmatched, the huge waves were cut in half, and all the blocking techniques were broken. In the blink of an eye, he came in front of Mingyue. Squinting his eyes, he could vaguely see a faint silver figure playing the piano.

As the bright moon lowered, Wu Yingjie merged with the fire dragon and stabbed towards the mysterious full moon.

At the first encounter, two completely different auras came into contact with each other.

The world suddenly became quiet.

In the blink of an eye, a loud bang was heard.

Wu Yingjie felt a chilling aura invading him, and the waves in the sky around him almost broke, revealing the original appearance of the arena.

At this moment, he held the Golden Sun Sword and rammed it into the female body holding the Pipa. The sword was slightly bent, and the tip of the sword was stuck on a ball of light silver light.

Sensing the fluctuation of spiritual energy within it, his eyes widened and he shouted suddenly.

"break!"

Click~

Kaka~

With a few crisp sounds, the silver ball of light slowly shattered into a sky full of light silver fireflies, floating away from Yu Fei.

The Jinyang sword was now powerless, and the flame dragon dissipated, revealing a handsome young man holding the sword and stabbing forward. A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he thrust the sword out with all his strength.

When the sword was approaching, Yu Fei could see the golden and red marks on the blade and the azure sky reflected on it.

The spiritual lines on his brows flickered, and he raised his hand to block the pipa in front of him.

Boom~

The long sword cut through the strings without any hindrance and pierced into the wooden body of the pipa. Yu Fei clenched her right palm into a fist, a faint silver glow emerged, and she wanted to punch out.

But seeing the stubborn look in the boy's eyes, he sighed inwardly and dispersed his remaining spiritual thoughts. He raised his hand and slapped him on the chest, pushing him away.

The two of them fell backwards, and Yu Fei hit the cold stone bricks and was hit hard. Her already delicate body was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to fall apart. The pipa in her arms fell out of her hands and rolled to the side with the Jinyang magic sword stuck in it.

Wu Yingjie was not having a good time either. He fell to the ground with a bang and slowly stopped after sliding for several meters.

Outside the ring, everyone stared in amazement at the two people who collided violently and then quickly separated, their mouths wide open in dull eyes.

What kind of monsters are these two people? They actually displayed a strength that is hard to achieve even in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Although the two of them only tried one move and then used all their strength, and could not last long, everyone under the ring knew that no matter who they faced, they would probably die.

The expression on Senior Sister Yue Lian's face was even more interesting. She had thought that this was just a female cultivator who was good at formations, but she had never thought that she had such a strong strength. When she was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, she did not have such amazing talents as them.

On the high platform, the elder with a wealthy face came back to his senses, raised his hand and wanted to slap himself to see if he was dreaming. He stared at the two sect elders and adults in the foundation-building stage with wide eyes, mumbling and unable to speak.

"How do we calculate this? Is it a draw?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yingjie raised his hands to prop himself up, holding his chest and coughing a few times. He was just a little weak because his spiritual energy was exhausted, and the fall caused some pain in his internal organs. But after all, he had the physique of a cultivator, so he was able to stand up after a little recovery.

He walked slowly to the side of the pipa and sword, and watched the sword pierce the pipa through, with a complicated look on his face.

He picked it up gently, grasped the hilt of the sword and gently pulled it back into the sheath. He slowly walked towards the woman lying on the ground holding the pierced pipa.