Soul Devouring Sword Master

Lin Xiao was not feeling well either, but he swallowed the blood that was flowing up, and because of his vigorous blood, his face showed no signs of injury, as if he was not injured.

Even so, Lin Xiao still won over Duanmu Xiong, but he had to act very relaxed, because there were many people around him besides Duanmu Xiong.

The scene suddenly became dead silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing.

The turbulent airflow gradually subsided on the devastated land, and after a while, a voice finally sounded.

"Duanmu Xiong, lost?"

As soon as this voice appeared, many people's hearts trembled, and they all looked at Duanmu Xiong.

Duanmu Xiong's face was pale, his breath dropped a little, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously injured.

On the other hand, Lin Xiao did not change much, and did not seem to have any obvious injuries.

In this way, the difference between the high and low stands out.

Looking at the tall and straight figure, many people felt incredible. A new Rongzi who was unknown before the competition actually defeated Gao Yan, the first freshman with the emperor-level blood, and Duanmu Xiong, the strongest old disciple in the secret realm.

If they had not witnessed the whole process, many people would not believe it. This has never happened in previous competitions and is enough to be recorded in the files of the tenth district.

In the outside world, many people also had the same expression and the same mood. They opened their eyes wide and stared at the crystal realm in front of them. At this moment, all the eyes were gathered together, staring at the figure that no one had ever paid attention to before the competition.

The indifferent face, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, seemed to be no difficult task, making people feel his unparalleled confidence and pride.

On the viewing platform, many elders were also completely stunned.

In fact, when the emperor-level second-grade blood appeared, they vaguely guessed the result, but when everything appeared in front of them, they still couldn't help but feel shocked.

Thinking of the fact that they had deliberately belittled Mu Xiuyuan in order to please him, but were repeatedly slapped in the face, the elders couldn't help but blush and feel ashamed.

As for Mu Xiuyuan, no matter how he tried to hide it, the gloom on his face was still revealed. His fists clenched and creaked, and a hint of cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

Angry, unwilling, and resentful!

This is Mu Xiuyuan's mood at this moment.

His three disciples were all eliminated, and by the same person, who was also the disciple of his mortal enemy Yunfeng. For him, it was simply a shame!

Originally, he was counting on these three disciples to eliminate Yunfeng's disciples and deal a heavy blow to Yunfeng, but he didn't expect the result to be the opposite.

That's fine. Later, Lin Xiao showed more and more strength, defeated many masters, and even now, defeated Duanmu Xiong, becoming an invincible existence in the secret realm.

This person not only eliminated his disciples, but also shone with such a dazzling light, making a big splash. Hearing the exclamations of the people around him, his anger grew even stronger.

At the same time, he was extremely unwilling and even jealous of Yunfeng. This old guy was so lucky that he picked up a treasure, and the other two were also very strong, which made Mu Xiuyuan resentful.

This feeling seemed familiar. When he and Yunfeng were in the same division, he was always suppressed by the other party. No matter how hard he tried, people only noticed Yunfeng's brilliance. In the end, Yunfeng also entered the general district with excellent results.

"Three idiots!"

Mu Xiuyuan gritted his teeth secretly and vented his anger on the three useless disciples. In fact, it was not their fault. After all, even a master like Duanmu Xiong was defeated. If there was anything to blame, it could only be blamed on the other party being too evil. There had been dark horses in previous competitions, but none of them was as exaggerated as this time.

"These guys are not bad!"

In the courtyard of an elder peak, a sloppy old man was lying on a rattan chair basking in the sun. A crystal ball was floating in front of him. Looking at the three figures on the crystal ball, the old man grinned, picked up the wine pot and gulped down a few mouthfuls. His swollen eyes rarely showed some bright light, "I have enough money for a few months of wine."

After the voice fell, the old man narrowed his eyes, the sunlight fell, and the corners of his mouth on his vicissitudes of life unconsciously raised an arc.

In the secret realm.

"You lost!"

Lin Xiao glanced at Duanmu Xiong and spoke lightly.

Duanmu Xiong frowned, the veins on his temples bulged, and he tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he wanted to attack again.

But in the end, he just took a deep breath, suppressed his inner restlessness, and looked at Lin Xiao deeply, "You are very strong, I lost!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, if he fought again, it would seem that he could not afford to lose. After all, he also had many acquaintances in Xianjian Mountain. If he fought again, he would not only lose strength, but also lose grace.

After that, Duanmu Xiong turned around and left. Since he lost, there was nothing good. As for the inheritance of the Yuanshen Realm, he was not in the mood and had no face to fight for it again.

Looking at Duanmu Xiong's leaving figure, everyone had different expressions. A few people also left, but most people stayed.

Without Duanmu Xiong, their chances of getting the inheritance of the Yuanshen Realm were even greater.

Although Lin Xiao's strength shocked them, and no one present was his opponent, there were so many of them. If they attacked together, there was still a chance.