Chapter 50 Blessings

"Damn it!" Nie Fengxing and Ying Yu stood up, looking angrily at the high platform in front of them and were about to rush over.

"It doesn't matter. Nothing happened to him." Shen Xian's soft voice came like a gust of wind, which calmed them down.

Ying Yu and Nie Fengxing were stunned, and then they found that in the purple-covered high platform, there was a vigor of vitality, becoming stronger and stronger, tenaciously persisting, and not completely annihilated.

In this situation, they were not the only ones who found that many monks present had this feeling and discussed it again. Obviously, Ye No Regret did not collapse under such a strong attack.

In the purple gas all over the world, Ye did not regret standing with his sword. His long hair stood upside down, his blue clothes were broken, his face was extremely pale, and there was a trace of blood hanging on the corners of his mouth, trying to fight against this vast purple gas.

The blue light flashed around him, forming a stubborn barrier to resist the endless attacks around him. At this time, he was like being in a vast purple ocean, standing like a rock, fighting against the impact again and again.

However, his cultivation of Taoist Xiaocheng is a little lower than that of Zhong Feiyu Daojing Dacheng. The cyan barrier that protects him makes a bursting sound, and countless cracks appear. Although he is instantly replenished by his spiritual power, how much spiritual power does he have?

In this situation, if there is no surprise, he will definitely lose, even if he supports one minute and a second more!

"I can't lose, I can't lose." Ye did not regret muttering to himself, condensing the only spiritual power left in his body to fight against the endless purple gas.

At this moment, he was in a trance and seemed to return to the carefree Haoran Academy. His ears were full of birds and flowers. He lived a leisurely life every day and looked at his loved ones. Everything was so beautiful.

The picture turned again. At night when the moon was shining, he talked with his master Yun Tianhe in the study, claiming that he would enter the top 15 of the Xuan Dynasty and carry forward Qingyunzong.

A picture flew past his mind like a breeze, vague but as if clearly engraved in his memory, making him realize a trace of inexplicable Taoism, and his whole body gradually changed dramatically.

Zhong Feiyu flew in from the purple air and stood in front of Ye No Regret, separated by only a thin cyan barrier between the two.

"You lost!" Zhong Feiyu said indifferently, without too much tone.

He raised his hand, and the world covered with purple gas was a wave of waves, and strong pressure surged up and down from all directions, squeezing the weak cyan barrier in the center, making its cracks grow rapidly.

Under the impact of such a powerful force, the recovery of the cyan barrier can't keep up with the degree of destruction. Before long, I heard a crisp sound, and the cyan barrier turned into flying flowers and dissipated in the purple air.

"It's you who lost!" At this moment, Ye Fuhui suddenly looked up, and a dark blue light flashed in his eyes, and a strong breath gushed out of his body.

At this critical moment of crisis, he actually broke through his own shackles and reached the realm of great success, and his strength jumped to the real peak of the young generation!

"Boom!" Ye Bhui waved a sword, and his power could not be incompreted with the previous sword.

This sword shocked the deep purple gas around, and another sword swept away all the obstacles around. Another sword cut the whole vast purple gas into two pieces, and the last sword hit Zhong Feiyu's body!

When the purple atmosphere on the high platform dissipated, many people watching the battle saw a completely different ending from what they thought.

Ye Fuhui cut Zhong Feiyu's body with a sword and blasted him fiercely. He spit out blood in mid-air and spilled it on the sky. He was seriously injured on the spot.

"Flying Feather!" This time, it was the turn of the Jiuxiao faction to exclaim, and quickly came forward one by one to take Zhong Feiyu away to heal his wounds.

Ye did not regret to split Zhong Feiyu. Although he was embarrassed, he still stood upright on the high platform, facing all kinds of complex eyes. Obviously, he has won this battle!

However, although he won, he suffered serious injuries like Zhong Feiyu and could not continue fighting, so he stood on the high platform for a while and turned away.

The monks in the crowd shouted enthusiastically, and obviously this situation was beyond their expectation, and they were discussed fiercely one by one. At the same time, no one went up on the high platform for a while.

"Peepyeur, you go ahead." Xiao Ruoli once again instigated Ying Yu, with a malicious smile on the corners of her mouth.

Ying Yu was not moved at all and said, "This sacred and great task is left to you."

The two pushed back and down, and neither of them meant to go up. Nowadays, the battles on the high platform are basically a test of Taoist people. Naturally, the two of them who are still in the virtual world are not interested in it.

"I'll go." A clear voice sounded.

Mo Chenyi, who listened to their words on one side, smiled and appeared on the high platform as soon as he moved. In the wind and snow, his purple clothes were bulging and his hair was flying, which immediately silenced the stage for a moment.

When people knew that he was the chief disciple of Voidism, the people who were eager to try seemed to have poured a basin of cold water to calm down, and no one came forward for a long time.

"Peepyeur, who is that man?" Xiao Ruoli came close to Ying Yu and said softly, pointing to a person opposite the high platform.

Ying Yu looked in the direction and saw a beautiful and dignified young woman at a glance. She was dressed in seven-color clothes and her beautiful face must be a figure on the fairy list.

"How do I know who she is?" Ying Yu replied, confused for a moment.

Xiao Ruoli laughed and said, "Have you noticed that the woman stared at Brother Mo for a moment when Brother Mo appeared? If there is nothing wrong with it, I don't believe it."

Ying Yu stared at the opposite side again and smiled, "It's true. I don't expect Brother Mo to be quite charming."

"I know who that woman is!" Nie Fengxing heard their words and leaned over and said.

"Who is it?" Ying Yu and Xiao Ruoli asked in one voice, full of curiosity.

Nie Fengxing said slowly, "That's the chief disciple of Qihongmen, and also the eighth colored cloud fairy on the fairy list, called Yu Rainbow!"

"It seems that you really know all the characters on the fairy list." Ying Yu said with a smile.

"That's..." Nie Fengxing was about to be proud. When he saw Shen Xian's inquiry eyes beside him, he immediately said nothing.

"Someone went up!" Xiao Ruoli suddenly said.

The other three turned their eyes and fell on the high platform. They saw a man in a white robe walking slowly, smiling faintly at the corners of his mouth.

"Lin Wudao!" Several people were surprised.