Yaoguang Fairy Path

Both of them were Jindan stage cultivators, one attacking and the other defending, but after the starlight hit the green barrier, it not only did not dissipate, but instead seemed to be stimulated by something, the light became more dazzling and more penetrating.

It was obvious that the disciples of the Murong family were superior. As time went on, Ling Musen gradually felt overwhelmed. His spiritual power was consumed greatly, and cracks began to appear in the green barrier, as if it would collapse at any time.

Finally, after a violent collision, the green barrier completely collapsed and turned into sawdust all over the sky. Ling Musen's body swayed and he barely managed to stabilize himself, but his face was as pale as paper and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Knowing that he was powerless to save the situation, he could only watch helplessly as Murong Qi's starlight attacked again, and his entire body was knocked off the stage.

The Murong family won this competition, and the noise of the Murong family disciples could be heard from the audience.

Chu Mo frowned slightly, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He then looked at Xiang Yan, his voice filled with urgency, "Brother, the quotas are getting fewer and fewer. The four major families have each sent fifty disciples. Now, we and the Ling family only have a dozen or so spots left, while the Murong family and the Zhang family still have more than twenty. It looks like they've teamed up again. Right now, the female cultivator from the Murong family has won five games in a row. Her strength should not be underestimated. I'm afraid our next opponents will become increasingly formidable."

Hearing this, Xiang Yan's eyes grew deep. He narrowed his eyes, as if weighing something. After a moment, his deep voice rang out, "Let Yu Ru go up in this match."

Chu Mo's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he quickly tried to dissuade him, "Big Brother, this isn't a good idea, is it? Junior Sister... I'm afraid she'll get hurt. Otherwise, should Qingfeng or I go first?"

Xiang Yan glanced at Chu Mo lightly, his tone filled with unquestionable determination: "Junior Sister is not as weak as you think. Moreover, although the female cultivator of the Murong family has won five games in a row, her physical and spiritual energy must have been greatly consumed."

After Li Yuru greeted Li Yunxiao in front of him, he patted his chest as he walked away: Don’t worry, senior brother, I can win.

Li Yuru was about to leave her seat when Ye Shuyao pulled her back and said in a voice message: Yuru, be careful. Then she took out three bottles of Tianquan water from the space and stuffed them into her hands.

Li Yuru was not polite and nodded to reassure Ye Shuyao, then walked onto the competition stage.

As expected, the two men fought with swift and fierce movements, like two lightning bolts intertwining in the air.

Li Yuru's fire spiritual power was unstoppable, and each sword hit the vital points. After only ten rounds, the female disciple of the Murong family was defeated due to lack of spiritual power. She jumped off the ring with a pale face.

The referee announced the Li family's victory. Patriarch Murong looked at Li Yunxiao with a smile, "Brother Li, I'm sure this is your daughter. True, a tiger father will have a dog daughter."

Li Yunxiao laughed and said, "Brother Murong, that's not true. The disciples in your family are quite talented."

Immediately afterwards, a male cultivator from the Zhang family stepped onto the ring. He was tall and strong, with a sharp gaze, and was obviously also a master.

After the two men bowed to each other, they immediately started a fierce battle. The tip of the sword in Li Yuru's hand trembled slightly, as if it felt the power of its owner that was about to explode. Then, a raging flame suddenly ignited on the sword, like a fire dragon awakening, releasing a scorching breath.

Li Yuru stretched out her body and attacked like a cheetah, swinging her sword quickly. Several sword energies with blazing flames cut through the air and whistled towards the male cultivator.

Seeing this, the male cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression solemn, and he quickly mobilized all the spiritual power in his body. The two huge iron hammers in his hands seemed to turn into golden wheels, tightly wrapped in a layer of dazzling golden spiritual power. With a loud roar, he swung the two hammers suddenly, colliding fiercely with the whistling sword energy.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the collision of sword energy and hammer burst out with dazzling light, as if the sky was lit up. The golden spiritual power and flames intertwined together, forming a thrilling picture. Everyone held their breath and stared, afraid of missing any details.

Li Yunxiao's hands, which were placed on his knees, broke out in cold sweat, while Ye Shuyao, Xiang Yan and the other three behind him were also staring at the two people on the stage, hoping that Li Yuru would not be hurt.

Just as the battle was getting intense, Li Yuru suddenly revealed a flaw. The male cultivator seized the opportunity and punched her in the chest with a heavy punch. Li Yuru's body swayed and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The male cultivator's voice echoed in the arena, carrying a hint of arrogance: "Admit defeat! You are no match for me."

Li Yuru seemed not to hear anything. There was only determination and indomitable spirit in her eyes. She endured the pain in her body and raised a stubborn smile at the corner of her mouth, as if telling everyone that she would never give up easily.

"I will never admit defeat until the very end." After saying this, Li Yuru opened the cap of the Tianquan water bottle and drank the cool liquid in one gulp. A faint light emanated from her body, instantly restoring the consumed spiritual power and alleviating the pain of the wound a lot.

The opponent was most likely a physical cultivator, and a head-on confrontation was not a wise move, but he seemed to have no other choice. Li Yuru thought for a moment and poured all his spiritual power into the Chiling Sword, using all his strength to perform the Chiyan Jue. The flame on the tip of the sword surged out like a volcanic eruption, attacking the male cultivator with destructive force.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, erupting with a deafening roar. It was as if a hole was torn open above the ring. The aftermath of spiritual power scattered, knocking both men to the ground. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, their faces were as pale as paper, and they were obviously seriously injured.

Li Yuru gasped in pain and struggled to take out the Tianquan water to recover from his injuries again, but this time his injuries were too severe and the recovery effect of the Tianquan water seemed unusually slow. Li Yuru slowly stood up with the sword in hand and used up her last bit of strength to kick the unconscious male cultivator off the ring.

At this moment, Li Yunxiao's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he felt extremely distressed. God knew how much he wanted to rush onto the stage to block these attacks for her, but his identity as the head of the clan forced him to remain calm.

Ye Shuyao clenched her hands and told Li Yuru through voice transmission to admit defeat in the next round and not to continue to hold on.

Chu Mo and Qingfeng also anxiously called out to the eldest senior brother, asking him to make the younger junior sister admit defeat.

Xiang Yan clenched his fists, and after a moment he took a deep breath, "Chu Mo is next, you go up and use up their places first."

Chu Mo's face was as gloomy as water. He nodded without saying a word.

At this time, Li Yuru could no longer hold on, her vision began to blur, and her body was shaking.

Just as the referee was about to announce the result of the match, Li Yuru used up the last of his strength to smile in the direction of the Li family, and then fell backwards.

Just when Li Yunxiao and the other three were about to fly over to pick someone up, Ye Shuyao had already flashed onto the stage, flashed through everyone's sight like lightning, caught Li Yuru steadily and brought her back to her original seat.

Ye Shuyao began to heal her wounds. Everyone was amazed at how swift this woman was. Li Yuru, on the other hand, lay in Ye Shuyao's arms and closed her eyes peacefully...

Chu Mo was defeated after six rounds and then stepped down. The disciples of Ling family won. Then the disciples of Ling family won two rounds in a row but were knocked down by the disciples of Murong family. This time it was Qingfeng who came up and also won six rounds in a row but was defeated by the disciples of Zhang family and jumped down from the stage.

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The quota was gradually used up. Just as Xiang Yan was about to leave his seat, Ye Shuyao took out a dozen bottles of Tianquan water and said, "Brother Xiang, take this with you, maybe it can help you."

Xiang Yan did not refuse and chuckled, "Thank you very much, Sister Shuyao."

As expected, Xiangyan started challenging the Murong and Zhang families as soon as he came on stage. He never engaged in direct combat with the other party, but kept using Tianquan water to consume their spiritual power. He was like a dark horse and won ten games in a row. The three major families began to get restless, and the faces of the three family heads began to look solemn, especially the Zhang family, which had only six places left from the original twenty-two, and the Murong family only had five places left, while the Ling family had three left, and the Li family had three.

Xiang Yan's lips curled up in a smug arc, and he thought to himself, "Dare to hurt my junior sister, I will make you very nervous, humph! It would be fun if the situation was even. It's useless for the Zhang and Murong families to form a partnership. However, there is only one bottle of spiritual liquid left from Shu Yao, so I have to make good use of it."

Until Xiang Yan defeated two disciples from the Zhang and Murong families, just when everyone thought that Xiang Yan would continue his undefeated myth, an unexpected change occurred in the thirteenth game.

The Ling family actually sent out a powerful Yuanying stage warrior. Xiang Yan's expression became solemn. With his strength in the early Yuanying stage, he couldn't even see Xiang Yan's strength. Now his spiritual power has been exhausted and he is also injured. If he had been confident in fighting him at the beginning, he would not have been able to do so.

Li Yunxiao shot a pair of cold eyes at the Ling family. Damn, Yan'er was in the late Nascent Soul stage and was no longer able to fight. It seemed that the Li family had no chance this time.

Ling Yannan, the head of the Ling family, felt Li Yunxiao's gaze, but didn't take it to heart. He just smiled and nodded.