The weakest peak master? All my disciples are immortal kings and empresses.

Everyone didn't even see how Long Xiaoyun made his move, and he defeated the disciple with the boxing gloves in less than three moves.

Instantly, the whole venue was boiling again.

"How can Long Xiaoyun be so strong?! Both of them are only in the late stage of the body-building realm, and this disciple was defeated by him in less than three moves."

"You think that Long Xiaoyun is a genius who can swing sixteen swords in the Sword-Knocking Mountain? The most record of the disciples in the previous sessions is only nine swords. The title of the first person with sword-wielding talent is not exaggerated."

"So handsome! How can Senior Brother Long be so handsome!"

"Senior Brother Long, I love you! I want to love you fiercely!"

The female disciples boldly expressed their love.

On the high platform, several peak masters also looked at Long Xiaoyun in shock.

"An enemy of the same realm was killed in less than three moves. Long Xiaoyun's strength has far surpassed his peers."

"That's right. How can a disciple who is valued by Xing Feng be just an ordinary person?"

"It seems that today's disciples will be much more exciting than before! There are still many outstanding disciples who have not appeared yet."

But Xing Feng did not take these praises to heart. What he was thinking about was the girl who had been sitting in the thirteenth seat.

Perhaps because he could not get more excitement, he wanted to see Luo Xue's move now.

Since he met Luo Xue last time, her natural spiritual roots and extreme swordsmanship talent are not inferior to Long Xiaoyun at all. As long as he is carefully taught by him, it is entirely possible for her to surpass Long Xiaoyun.

Xing Feng also decided.

After this sect disciple competition, he must go to find Luo Xue again to see if he is willing to be his disciple again. Such a genius must not be buried in Su Changqing's hands.

"By the way, Changqing, when will your disciples make their move?"

The Second Peak Master asked Su Changqing.

"Don't worry, they have their own ideas, but they will definitely not be the last one standing."

Su Changqing waved his hand and said.

He told Luo Xue that the later the better, but he also knew that Luo Xue had her own arrogant personality.

Perhaps Luo Xue would listen to him and choose to make her move later, but she would definitely not choose to make her move last for the sake of the final victory. What she wanted was to win the crown in a fair and just manner.

And off the stage.

Luo Xue had already stood up.

With calm eyes, she looked at Long Xiaoyun, who had not faced him for a long time on the stage, and grasped the Zhuhan Sword on her waist, and was about to fly away.

But she didn't expect that another person would get there first.

"Little brother Long, the last time you fought with me, Big Brother, you only fought halfway, and the winner hasn't been decided yet. Let's fight again now!"

A sturdy man with thick eyebrows and black beard walked out from the seat of the Seven Peaks. He had a free and easy temperament, with a big knife on his waist, and looked at Long Xiaoyun on the stage with his eyes.

"Mo Wendao, since you want to fight, why don't you go on stage?"

Long Xiaoyun looked down at Mo Wendao and said to him calmly.

"Then you wait!"

After that, Mo Wendao jumped ten meters high and fell directly on the first high platform where Long Xiaoyun stood.

The two fought against each other, but neither chose to fight at the first time. Both sides could see the fear in each other's eyes.

"Here it comes! Today's most worth-watching battle."

"There is a deep entanglement between these two people. Mo Wendao is also a rare swordsman in the Seven Peaks. He is unruly and likes to fight. He has been invincible in the martial arts hall. Finally, he learned that there is another equally famous Long Xiaoyun in the Three Peaks, so he immediately issued a challenge. Last time, they fought for dozens of rounds and were evenly matched. This time, it seems that they will do their best to win."

"Come on, Senior Brother Long! Beat this rough guy hard!"

"Senior Brother Mo, come on too! Beat this pretty boy hard!"

It's strange that the two people on the stage haven't started yet, but the people below the stage have divided into two factions and sprayed trash talk with each other.

After ten breaths of confrontation, the two finally moved.

"Little brother Long, take a look at my Fulong sword and see if it is sharp!"

After Mo Wendao finished speaking, he drew the Fulong sword from his waist. There was a subdued white dragon painted on the blade, which looked very delicate.

This is the weapon he carefully selected, not for anything else, just for the sake of good luck.

"Fulong Sword? Then let's see if you can subdue my dragon?"

As soon as Long Xiaoyun finished speaking, a cold light came out from the scabbard on his waist, and the Changxiao Sword appeared in his hand, and a sword force that soared into the sky rose from him.

"Tianlong Sword Art!"

The next second, Long Xiaoyun waved the Changxiao Sword and used the sword art. He held the sword and vaguely looked like a combination of man and sword, turning into a roaring blue dragon.

"Come on!"

Mo Wendao shouted, looking at Long Xiaoyun who was holding the sword with a very serious look.Yun, just by feeling his aura, he knew that he should not be underestimated.

"Imperial Sword Technique!"

The two began to fight in close combat, with swords and knives, and two completely different figures began to turn and move constantly.

On the high platform, there were all kinds of sword lights and shadows, which made people see that the two were fighting very intensely, and from time to time, the spiritual energy riots and roars!

"Brother Long's move was beautiful! Countless sword energy turned into dragon breath and almost cut Mo Wen's knife directly!"

"Brother Mo's knife was also good! Such a domineering sword energy, if Brother Long hadn't turned around in time, he would have been directly chopped by a knife."

The people below widened their eyes, wishing that all the scenes on the high platform would be reflected in their minds.

It was so exciting, and both of them were famous geniuses of this session. If both of them achieved great things in the future, this battle would definitely be recorded in the history books.

"Sister, who do you think will win between the two of them?"

Mu Xiaoxiao asked Luo Xue curiously.

"Long Xiaoyun."

Luo Xue raised her eyebrows and answered quickly.

"Could it be that you, Senior Sister, also use a sword, so you said that Long Xiaoyun, who also uses a sword, would win?"

Mu Xiaoxiao joked.

"It has nothing to do with this."

Luo Xue glared at Mu Xiaoxiao, and then explained seriously:

"It's just because Long Xiaoyun's moves are more stable than Mo Wendao's, and there are no flaws. Mo Wendao's swordsmanship is too domineering, and every move is to use all his strength. The two of them can't tell who is the opponent for a short time, but after a long time, Long Xiaoyun will gradually show his advantage,"

"Oh!"

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly realized it after hearing it, and suddenly looked at Luo Xue playfully and asked: "Then Senior Sister, if you fight against this Long Xiaoyun, do you think you are sure to beat him?"

"Very sure!"

Luo Xue replied after thinking for a moment.

"Why?"

Mu Xiaoxiao stared at Luo Xue with wide eyes. She didn't expect her senior sister to give such a positive answer.

"Because I am Master's disciple!"

"Yes, that's right!"