Chapter 1301: I Already Care

"Hmph, do you really think there is no one in my Tianzang Academy?" Huo Linlang snorted coldly.

However, when she saw the incoming sword, her pupils shrank, "So fast."

But there was no surprise on her face at the moment.

Intuition told her that the sword that was hacked was not much of a threat.

really.

The icy sword edge attacked him. Although it was fast and fast, it didn't hurt much when it hit her.

She only felt a huge force added to her body, and then she was knocked off the competition stage.

As soon as the footsteps moved, the added force was easily removed, and he stood firmly on the ground.

"Huh?" The surrounding spectators were shocked.

Compared to the nightmarish instant kill for an entire hour before, one sword severely injured the opponent.

Now it's just a matter of knocking the opponent off the stage without any damage.

This sudden change is undoubtedly a huge gap, and even consternation, for everyone present.

After a while, everyone responded.

"Oh, after all, he is a young man who knows how to pity fragrance and jade."

"Speaking of which, the ones who played before were all male disciples."

At this time, on the seat of the Tianzang Academy, Mo You narrowed his eyes, "Hmph, are you pity for Xiangxiyu?"

Whoosh... Mo You flashed to the stage in an instant.

"Not good." In an instant, several exclamations sounded around.

On the competition stage, Xiao Yi grinned with a sneer, "It's you who is waiting."

Chong…

At the moment when the sound of the sword sounded, a monstrous sword intent suddenly swept the audience.

"No." On the surrounding spectators, the expression of the spectators who had just been stunned changed.

"Sword intent contains killing intent."

"This kid is so cunning, deliberately inviting Mo You to play?"

At this moment, Xiao Yi's sword slashed in an instant.

"You..." Mo You's face panicked, and she intuitively told her that when this sword fell, her fate would be exactly the same as the other disciples who had been smashed off the stage and seriously injured.

Qiang... Just at this moment, a sword shadow came quickly, blocking the cold white sword light.

A figure stood in front of Mo You.

"Brother." Mo Worry exclaimed with lingering fears and heaved a sigh of relief.

Yes, it was Mo You who came.

At the seats in the Tianzang Academy, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

But the 'cunning' abuse came again.

Under the competition stage, Huo Linlang looked at the proud figure on the stage and shook her head.

"Cunning? No." Huo Linlang frowned and shook her head.

She was staring into the eyes of the proud figure on the stage.

Those eyes, she seemed to have seen them somewhere.

Cold, indifferent, but clear, determined, and even has a hint of depth that outsiders seem to never be able to fathom.

Suddenly, a sword cry came from the competition stage, interrupting her thinking.

The two sword intents suddenly confronted each other on the martial arts stage.

one share,

Like the mighty power of the sky, it is as majestic and vast as the stars in the sky.

A stream, hidden and invisible, seems random, but it seems to be able to cut through the sky at any time.

"What an amazing sword intent, these two guys." The surrounding spectators, including most of the academy elders, were shocked.

On the martial arts stage, the leakage of the two swords intents clashed, and even most of the elders were disgusted by it.

"Senior Brother Mo You, this is against the rules." Xiao Yi looked at Mo You coldly.

According to the rules of the third round, if you come to the stage to interfere with the competition, you will be directly stripped of the competition qualification.

"I know." Mo You looked directly at Xiao Yi, "I can give up the third round of competition."

Mo You's sword, the sword in the sword is more and more surging.

Sword Intent, which seemed to be hidden at first, completely erupted at this moment.

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed, the Leng Yan sword in his hand did not retreat a bit, and the sword intent also surged.

y... y... y...

The sword intent of the two continued to surge, not only wreaking havoc on the entire competition platform, but even spilling over.

Under the clash of sword intents, the sound of sword cries gradually became incomparably harsh.

Outside the competition stage, some of the weaker people covered their ears when their expressions changed; even the strong ones frowned.

In the audience, there seemed to be only those extremely intense sword sounds left.

With the competition platform as the center, everything around, including the air, was strangled to death, and the space burst into a burst of surging.

The sound of sword chirping was piercing.

In the sword-intent confrontation, the eyes of the two holding the sword were as cold as ever.

"In my impression, Junior Brother Xiao Yi is not a person who would make such senseless anger." Mo You looked directly at Xiao Yi.

"You seem to be venting your anger, but what's the point?"

"There will never be any mishaps because of you alone in the battle of the hundred houses."

"No need for mistakes." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"You can win this round."

Mo You also shook his head, "Similarly, in my impression, Junior Brother Xiao Yi is not the kind of person who cares about such a fake name."

"I really don't care." Xiao Yi shook his head, "The so-called ranking is useless to me; the so-called rewards, although many, are not enough for me to covet."

"Then why?" Mo You narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, "I don't care, but Qinglin cares."

"Qinglin doesn't care." Mo You shook his head, "He just thought you cared, so he only cared for the second round."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "I know he doesn't care, but he already does."

"So, I can only care about this round."

Saying that, Xiao Yi's eyes were instantly extremely cold, "Don't have a second time, the second time, I won't keep my hand, just put my sword away."

"You..." Mo You's face changed slightly, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you don't stop?"

"Severely injured all the disciples of the academy team that won the second round, the anger of the major academies, you..."

Chong…

Before Mo You could finish speaking, a sword cry sounded, instantly breaking the raging sword intent around him.

"Then don't bother Senior Brother Moyou." Xiao Yi slashed with a sword.

The surroundings returned to normal, and the spectators from all seats breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

On the competition stage, Mo You frowned, "You..."

He could clearly see the toughness on Xiao Yi's face and the unbridled look on his face.

He didn't know, where did Xiao Yi get the confidence?

hiss…

Suddenly, a trace of blood spilled from Mo You's arm.

Scarlet blood instantly dyed his sleeves red.

"Brother, are you injured? No, you were injured already?" Mo You looked surprised.

"Is this Xiao Yi thief hurting you?"

Mo You looked directly at Xiao Yi, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring in his slashing eyes.

"No." Mo You shook his head and took Mo Youshan off the stage.

"Little thief, when my brother's injury heals, I won't be able to spare you." Mo You slapped Xiao Yi again and gave a cold drink.

Xiao Yi ignored it and looked at the three referees.

The three referees nodded, "Next..."

The three referees subconsciously said 'next'.

However, when he saw the competition stage, he was already devastated at this moment.

The hard competition platform, even the peak of the Holy King Realm, can never leave any traces on it.

At this moment, the sword marks were densely covered, and it was a mess.

The three referees were shocked, but also inexplicably relieved, and even showed a little joy on their faces.

"The competition platform is damaged, and the competition is temporarily suspended."

"Xiao Yi, you can go to the competition stage first."

"Waiting for the competition platform to be repaired, and the competition will resume."

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