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This time, Southern Luo Yu finally saw some clues.

Yang Changhe's attacks were fierce, and he was fighting with all his might. Every spear would bring about an unending shock to his spirit energy and consume a huge amount of spirit energy.

However, Song Changqing continued to defend. He seemed to be in a passive position and was in danger of being pierced at any moment. In reality, he was more than capable of doing so and did not consume much spirit energy.

From the start of the battle till now, Yang Changhe had never hit him once!

In the arena.

"Ding Ding!"

Zhou Qing took a step back and raised his Blue Jade Dharma Sword. Sparks flew in all directions, easily blocking the three shots aimed at Yang Changhe's stomach, chest and neck.

After blocking the attack, Zhou Qing spun his wrist and the Cyan Jade Sword thrust out. Spiritual Energy instantly exploded out at an extremely fast speed.

Yang Changhe's expression changed abruptly. He tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late. Zhou Qing's sword had pierced through his shoulder.

Puff.

With a groan, Yang Changhe retreated to the side of the stage, not caring about the blood that was gushing out. His face was pale.

From the very beginning, he had attacked with all his might, fighting with every move to end the battle quickly. However, Zhou Qing was like a slippery eel. No matter how he attacked, he could not hurt the former in the slightest.

After a few rounds of attacks, Yang Changhe's spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and his attacks were somewhat weak. However, Zhou Qing's magical power suddenly shot out, piercing straight through Yang Changhe's shoulder.

It was too depressing!

Buzz.

Yang Changhe's eyes gradually turned cold. As the spiritual energy in his body surged, it all poured into the spear.

And along with the infusion of spirit energy, the two profound inscriptions on the spear instantly lit up, and the tip of the spear slightly trembled.

"Swimming Dragon Spear, Four Dragons Soaring Through the Sky!"

Yang Changhe growled, and at the same time he took a step forward, he thrust the long spear in his hand.

The spiritual energy in the air around him began to howl. Four extremely condensed spear lights shot toward Zhou Qing like four long dragons of spiritual energy!

Zhou Qing's eyes narrowed slightly.

Because the second round was going to be chaotic, he had originally wanted to conserve his spiritual energy to the maximum, waiting for the opportunity to defeat his opponent in one move.

But this move of Yang Changhe's, even if it was him, he could not casually deal with it!

"Spirit Gathering Slash."

Zhou Qing let out a low shout and an inscription pattern instantly activated on his Green Jade Sword, emitting a misty green light.

Seeing that the lance light had sealed off all four directions, Zhou Qing didn't panic. With a calm expression, he swung his sword.

Swoosh.

A green sword light was formed. Its speed was extremely fast. Accompanied by the sharp whistling sound of air being torn apart, it cut diagonally towards the four spear lights.

Boom!

The moment they collided, the four spear lights were immediately shattered by the azure-jade sword beams.

On the sword ray, the spiritual light was slightly dimmed, but its power did not diminish at all. It hacked towards the somewhat dull Yang Changhe with a loud bang.

"Pfft!"

Yang Changhe was sent flying and landed on the stage, blood spurting out of his mouth.

From his waist to his shoulder, a huge wound appeared. His clothes were torn and his blood and flesh tumbled, looking extremely hideous.

The gazes of many disciples from the Ancient Tablet Martial School were all attracted towards the scene of Yang Changhe being sent flying. Their eyes were wide open as they stared at him.

At this moment, the other three arenas rumbled non-stop, and the battle was in full swing. No one had expected that Zhou Qing and Yang Changhe would be the first to end the fight!

"Thank you."

Zhou Qing put away his Blue Jade Dharma Sword, cupped his fist, and lightly leaped down from the arena.

"Just by activating one inscription, he managed to shatter Yang Changhe's spear light, which has the might of two inscription patterns, and heavily injure him …"

In the stands, Su Mu and the others were also surprised. Nan Luo Yu's expression was even more serious.

The sword light from an inscription instantly shattered the spear light from the double inscription. What did this mean?

This meant that Song Changqing's spirit energy was far more vigorous than Yang Changhe's!

However, he was only at the late stage of the Spirit Condensation realm, whereas Yang Changhe was at the peak of the Spirit Condensation realm!

"He really is a monster."

Su Mu smacked his lips and thought in his heart.

Soon, disciples from the Ancient Tablet Sect came forward and supported Yang Changhe, who was covered in blood, out of the arena.

If one was injured in this round of battles, the Ancient Stele Clan would be responsible for giving healing pills to the participants. Regarding this matter, the methods of the Ancient Stele Clan were extremely humane.

Under hundreds of astonished gazes, Zhou Qing returned to his seat and sat down. Luo Xuan and Su Leng, who were nearby, looked over.

The contempt on Luo Xuan's face lessened, and a trace of astonishment surged within Su Leng's beautiful eyes.

Because he was hostile towards Zhou Qing, Su Leng only paid attention to the battle from the beginning until the end, and he even witnessed with his own eyes the scene of Zhou Qing chopping his opponent off the arena with a single sword strike.

Su Leng knew extremely well in his heart that if he was in Zhou Qing's shoes, he definitely wouldn't be able to be as relaxed as Zhou Qing. He might even be defeated by Yang Changhe's ferocious attacks.

However, she still had a sliver of hope in her heart.

"It should be that Yang Changhe was too careless …"

Zhou Qing was too lazy to bother with these two people. Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest, the cries of the surrounding audience suddenly rang out.

Zhou Qing opened his eyes and looked towards the first stage, frowning slightly.

The two parties fighting in the first purple profound stone arena were precisely Yao Qing and the grey-clothed youth, Yue Qing!

Yao Qing's magic tools were a pair of rare boxing gloves. They were entirely gold in color and completely covered his palms and forearms. The back of his left and right hands were engraved with two inscription patterns. They were impressively high-grade magic tools.

His spirit energy was extremely dense, and the gauntlets surrounding his hands emitted a dazzling golden light. With every punch, an extremely fierce fluctuation of spirit energy spread out, causing the expressions of many disciples in the audience to change drastically.

Boom boom!

Explosions continuously rang out from the stage as Yao Qing's attack was extremely ferocious. Both of his fists were like two hammers as they struck Yue Qing until he was forced to retreat continuously, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

The light of the sword in the latter's hand dimmed, and there were even some fist marks on the blade.

Under Yao Qing's ferocious attacks, Yue Qing was forced to retreat again and again.

But when he was just half a step away from falling off the arena, an unwilling expression suddenly appeared on his pale face. The inscription symbol on his long sword lit up as he swung it towards Yao Qing's head.

The sneer on Yao Qing's face stiffened as his arms instantly crossed over his head.

Clang!

The magic sword hacked at the golden glove. In that instant, sparks flew in all directions, and an ear-piercing sound of friction could be heard.

Yue Qing also took advantage of this opportunity and stepped into the arena, resolving the crisis of being off the stage.

This scene caused countless disciples to cheer.

However, Zhou Qing shook his head slightly.

As far as he was concerned, even if Yue Qing fought with his life on the line, he simply didn't have the ability to defeat Yao Qing. If he kept pestering him, it would only anger the latter.

Sure enough, in the next second, the sneer on Yao Qing's face disappeared and was replaced by a ferocious killing intent.

"You're courting death!"

A low roar sounded out and the spiritual energy in Yao Qing's body surged. The four inscription patterns on the golden glove were actually all activated. His fists were like two small suns as they emitted an extremely dazzling golden light.

Buzz.

As he punched out, the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth raged!

Yue Qing's expression changed drastically as he placed the longsword horizontally in front of his chest in an attempt to block it.

Ka-cha! *

The instant Yao Qing's fist collided with the Magic Sword, a crisp breaking sound rang out. The low grade Magic Sword in Yue Qing's hand was directly broken by the former's fist!

Yao Qing shattered the magic sword with a single punch, his golden fist's power did not decrease at all as it smashed towards Yue Qing's chest with a loud bang.

The latter cried out miserably as a huge chunk of her chest was instantly caved in. Fresh blood spurted out from her mouth as her entire body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut.

Bang.

Yao Qing stomped his feet and his body rushed out, directly reaching out to grab Yue Qing.

Only now did Yue Qing sense the surging killing intent within the former's eyes. Fear instantly surged onto his face as he opened his mouth to admit defeat.

"It's too late to admit defeat now!"

The corner of Yao Qing's mouth lifted into a cold smile as his palm suddenly extended outwards.

Immediately after, under thousands of gazes, he directly grabbed Yue Qing's tongue and ruthlessly tugged.

Fresh blood mixed with shattered teeth gushed out as Yao Qingsheng tore off the latter's tongue!

Yue Qing fell to the ground, his face full of pain. He let out a ghastly howl from his throat, but he could no longer utter the words "I concede".

In the stands, Su Mu's expression was grave. When Yue Qing fell, he suddenly stood up.

"Yao Qing, keep your subordinates …"

Boom!

Before Su Mu could finish his sentence, a muffled sound was heard.

The next second, there was dead silence.

Yao Qing grinned fiendishly as he slowly retracted his fist. On his golden glove, blood mixed with other liquid constantly dripped down.

Below him, Yue Qing's head had already been smashed into a minced meat by his fist. His body was still twitching slightly as fresh blood slowly spread out from under his body.

This terrifying scene caused the faces of many of the disciples from the Ancient Stele Clan who had never seen blood to turn pale. There were even a few who had a low mental endurance that allowed them to vomit.

Su Leng's face was deathly pale and her rosy lips slightly parted with a frightened expression on her face. Beside her, Luo Xuan was softly comforting her while his gaze was directed at Zhou Qing, who was not far away. He was giving a provocative sneer.

When Yue Qing's head exploded from Yao Qing's punch, Zhou Qing's expression completely darkened. When he noticed Luo Xuan's gaze, killing intent surged from his eyes.

The attacks of the two disciples from the Mysterious Sky Sect were extremely vicious. Zhou Qingsi had no doubt that in the upcoming second round of the free-for-all, the other party would also want to kill her.

Luo Xuan and Yao Qing, the two of them must be killed!

"Yao Qing!"

Su Mu's angry shout suddenly exploded out in the arena.

"Yue Qing no longer has the strength to counterattack. Why not spare his life?"

Yao Qing took off his blood-stained robe and wiped his hands before carelessly tossing it onto Yue Qing's corpse. He immediately looked at Su Mu and smiled apologetically.

"Clan Master Su, I'm sorry, I didn't confiscate … But I'm not breaking the rules, am I? This fellow did not admit defeat. "

Su Mu's eyes were filled with rage. The massive aura of a Spirit Realm pinnacle cultivator pressed down heavily on Yao Qing.

Yao Qing's face instantly flushed red and his knees slightly bent. However, he raised his head in an uninhibited manner as he stared unwaveringly at Su Mu.

"Sect Leader, forget it." "He is Yao Xuan's son, that old thing. He is famous for protecting his son, and he will definitely take revenge …"

Beside him, Tang Ji had a grim expression as he transmitted his voice to Su Mu.

Yao Xuan, the fifth peak elder of the Mysterious Sky Sect!

Su Mu's eyes narrowed. Moments later, he let out a cold snort and retracted his aura.

Yao Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and cupped his hands towards the distant viewing gallery. With a cold smile, he jumped off the stage and walked towards the side of the martial arts practice field.

"Don't be like this next time, you scared sister Leng'Er!"

Luo Xuan's expression was gloomy as he berated. Yao Qing shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "Senior Brother, there's nothing we can do. That guy is too useless …"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Qing, smiled sinisterly, and moved his lips slightly. A nearly inaudible voice entered Zhou Qing's ears.

"Trash, if you don't admit defeat, then just wait for death."

Zhou Qing was expressionless, but his gaze was as sharp as a blade.

Boom!

At the same time, another explosive sound rang out from the third ring.

Pei Jingying held the crescent moon blade with both of his hands. A several zhang long blood colored blade light was formed and was about to cut out.

"I admit defeat!"

The person facing him was filled with terror. He gave a loud roar, causing Pei Jingying to frown and shake his arms.

The terrifying Bladelight, which was about to hack down, suddenly shifted horizontally in the next moment and slashed at the Fa Li barrier laid down by Su Mu and the others.

Boom.

The air vibrated and the entire mana barrier slightly trembled with a faint glow. Ripples spread out from the spot where the saber light had struck, and after a moment, it returned to its calm state.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qing's heart skipped a beat. He gave Pei Jingying an appreciative look.

He had originally thought that this person was filled with a baleful aura and was of the same type as Yao Qing, but he didn't expect that the other party had a bottom line.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

The young cultivator who was fighting Pei Jingying had a grateful expression on his pale face. After clasping his hands in thanks, he left the stage.

Pei Jingying exhaled lightly before retracting his saber. The baleful aura emanating from his body was also slowly retracted.

On the other side of the arena, when he saw Yue Qing's miserable corpse, he was slightly stunned. Immediately, a layer of frost covered his face.