Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Zhou Shiyu, who had appeared at the Great Xia Sword Sect at some unknown time, had been silently watching the battle on the arena.

At this moment, Zhou Shiyu's eyes were trembling, and his heart was greatly shaken!

Looking at Xiao Chen, who was almost fatally injured and on the verge of death, he also thought of himself...

The morale of the Six Regions Sects had now fallen to its lowest point, before this gambling arena had even begun.

Everyone had placed infinite expectations on the Great Xia Sword Sect.

Perhaps some had thought that the Great Xia Sword Sect would lose, but no one had ever imagined that they would lose two matches in a row.

Li Guanqi nodded at Zhou Shiyu, and without saying a word, took Xiao Chen away during the break.

Worried, Lu Kangnian also followed, extracting a spiritual light from a place close to the Spirit Fish Clan's river.

He settled Xiao Chen in the medicinal pool, where Cao Yan was still wrestling with the Purple Dragon Thunder Flame, but was slightly gaining the upper hand.

The temperature of the medicinal pool was extremely high, bubbling and steaming.

As soon as Xiao Chen was placed in it, he let out an uncontrollable roar.

Rushing over, Lu Kangnian raised his hand and wrapped countless golden sands around Xiao Chen's flesh and blood.

Peng Luo, holding a dagger, stood up suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Wishing Immortal Sand?? The Great Xia Sword Sect even has this stuff??"

"Who exactly are the guys from your Great Xia Sword Sect who ascended to the Immortal Realm???"

Lu Kangnian glanced at Peng Luo, said nothing, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Xiao Chen wrapped in golden sand.

Turning to look at the silent Li Guanqi, he said softly, "It's okay, don't feel pressured."

Li Guanqi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "For the third match... I might have to go myself."

"Why?"

"Old Ye hasn't returned yet. If Zhou Shiyu really goes up for this match, as long as Lu Wuhen enters the arena, he will surely die!"

"If Zhou Shiyu dies, the Great Xia Sword Sect will have no chance to turn the situation around!"

"So for this match... if Lu Wuhen enters the arena, or someone whose strength far exceeds Zhou Shiyu, then I must go!"

Lu Kangnian nodded with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice, "Hoo... Okay! No matter the outcome, you are both heroes of the sect!"

Swish!

The two returned to the edge of the arena, and Li Guanqi looked at Zhou Shiyu, who was exuding a calm aura, and said.

"Thank you."

Zhou Shiyu, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, had a solemn expression, and even his breathing seemed a little rapid.

Facing the third match that would determine life and death, he had no confidence in his heart.

But he still said firmly, "If I go up for this match."

"If I lose, then I have already died in battle on the stage."

Zhou Shiyu looked at the arena with firm eyes, and had long prepared to die in battle.

The high-level members of the Six Ancient Sacred Sects were almost all present. Gu Huai, wearing the sect master's robe, stood silently on the viewing platform behind him.

His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Zhou Shiyu's back.

That was his closed-door disciple...

Knowing it was a dead end, he had no choice but to let him go.

Because he knew what the peace of the Six Ancient Sacred Sects was based on, so when the Great Xia Sword Sect was in such a predicament, he had to stand up!

Li Guanqi and Zhou Shiyu stood side by side, and said softly, "For this match, if Lu Wuhen enters the arena, I will go."

"If it's not Lu Wuhen, then I'll leave it to you."

"Losing is acceptable, but... it's best to save your life."

Zhou Shiyu's eyes flickered with a strange light, and he nodded silently.

Time flew by. When the sandalwood incense burned out, Nangong Xuandu glanced at Zhou Shiyu, and then a tall young man from the Lu family walked up.

Li Guanqi frowned slightly, and happened to see the faint smile on Lu Wuhen's face.

Before Li Guanqi could speak, Zhou Shiyu took a deep breath and took a step forward, appearing on the arena again.

But at this moment, Lu Hengtian, the ancestor of the Lu family, sat on his chair and said softly.

"Heh, as far as I know... the person on stage is not a disciple of the Great Xia Sword Sect, right?"

"If there are no rules like this, then can I also call the younger generation of the Zhu family to come on stage to fight?"

As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a stir. The disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect naturally knew that Zhou Shiyu was not a member of their sect.

But in the current situation, even if they knew, they couldn't say anything.

Zhou Shiyu on the stage also frowned slightly and turned to look behind him.

"Hahahaha, can't a dignified sect even gather five Void Refinement Realm cultivators under a hundred years old??"

"It's really embarrassing. For such a major event concerning the foundation of the sect, they actually need someone else to help hahahaha."

"That's right, how many benefits did this fellow Daoist promise to help on the arena?"

"Why not just go on stage and pretend to lose hahahaha, you can get money and don't have to risk your life. The Lu family will give you a reward later!"

"Hahahahahaha, external sects are really shabby, they can even think of this method."

The ancient clan cultivators who occupied the western half of the sky spoke sarcastically, their voices harsh and sharp.

Even the disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect lowered their heads unconsciously. In their opinion, this was the truth.

But just when everyone was silent, an old man with gray hair suddenly stood up.

Gu Huai, whose aura was dying, was now releasing his aura, and the pressure of a Composite Body Realm cultivator suppressed all the cultivators who spoke sarcastically!!

Gu Huai, with a gloomy face, suddenly sneered and took out a sect contract from his arms!

It was the contract between the Great Xia Sword Sect and the Six Ancient Sacred Sects to form an alliance!

The scroll rose into the air, and the large characters flashing with spiritual light clearly showed the alliance between the two sects.

Nangong Xuandu glanced at it, then turned to look at Lu Hengtian and said.

"Any more questions?"

The Lu family ancestor glanced at it with a gloomy face and sneered: "A mere contract, even if it was concluded before, so what?"

"Could it be that a mere alliance contract can allow monks from other sects to participate in the arena?"

"Then if I form an alliance with the Zhu family now, can I do the same?"

As soon as the voice fell, the ancient clan cultivators spoke again, and the noisy discussions made Nangong Xuandu frown.

Just when he was about to get angry and suppress them, Gu Huai raised his hand and dozens of storage rings floated in the air.

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of natural treasures and more than a dozen huge spiritual veins floated in the air.

Not only that, but the six ancient magic weapons of the Six Ancient Sacred Sects were also among them.

The old man slowly stepped forward, his turbid eyes staring at the two cloud boats without fear of Lu Hengtian's sharp gaze.

The sarcastic voice mixed with Yuan Power spread hundreds of miles away.

"Since it is an alliance, the thousands of years of heritage of my Six Ancient Sacred Sects can also be bet!!"

"If the Great Xia Sword Sect loses, my Six Ancient Sacred Sects will offer all our resources and heritage with both hands."

"Lu family, dare you?"

Zhou Shiyu's face changed drastically, and he looked at his master in disbelief.

"Master..."

Gu Huai sternly taught: "Aren't you afraid? Your mind is full of thoughts and worries."

"Since that's the case, then bet everything from the Six Ancient Sacred Sects, and let go completely!"

"Even if you lose, our Six Ancient Sacred Sects will compensate you, what are you afraid of him doing!"