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

The two men on the high platform fought fiercely for half an hour.

As Luo Xue said, Mo Wendao's strength gradually weakened, and the big sword swung slowly and weakly, while Long Xiaoyun gradually became more proficient and gradually gained the upper hand in the battle.

Finally, after Long Xiaoyun's special move, Mo Wendao's pupils widened in disbelief. The long dragon of sword energy rushed straight towards him, and he tried his best but felt it was difficult to resist.

Finally, he fell off the stage, the long sword fell beside him, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Mo Wendao actually lost?!"

"I knew that Senior Brother Long was the best!"

"Come on, Senior Brother Long, win the crown in one fell swoop, let them see the strength of our three peaks!"

For a while, the surroundings cheered.

With such a strong deterrent, no one dared to go to the first high platform to continue to challenge Long Xiaoyun, and they could only rush to the second and third high platforms.

At this moment, Luo Xue came out.

Dressed in white, holding a Zhuhan sword, she had an aloof temperament like a cold plum blossom in the snow.

She jumped onto the first platform, bowed and asked: "Luo Xue, a disciple of the Thirteenth Peak, ask the sword!"

"Thirteenth Peak?! She is actually Luo Xue from Thirteen!"

"It is said that the Thirteenth Peak has accepted a female disciple, who is not only extremely beautiful, but also very powerful. Last time, she defeated Zeng Peng from the Seventh Peak in three moves. After that, I have never seen her take action again."

"Luo Xue actually wanted to challenge Senior Brother Long. Didn't she see how Senior Brother Long defeated Mo Wen Dao with one sword?"

Luo Xue's appearance pushed the disciple competition to a climax.

Almost everyone in the sect knew that Su Changqing, the master of the Thirteenth Peak, once said that if his disciple Luo Xue could not get the first place, he would voluntarily plan the Thirteenth Peak to other peaks.

In other words, this was a life-and-death battle for the Thirteenth Peak.

When Su Changqing, who was sitting on the high platform, saw Luo Xue coming on stage, he calmed down from the sleepiness that had just arisen, and smiled faintly when he saw that figure.

"Changqing, as a master, how confident are you that your disciple can win?"

A group of peak masters were concentrating on watching the two people on the stage, and one peak master asked Su Changqing curiously.

"100% confident."

Su Changqing replied indifferently.

"100% confident? Changqing, you are too arrogant, aren't you? But you just saw Long Xiaoyun's strength, and he is obviously the leader among the new disciples."

The 12th Peak Master Chen Ming immediately said.

"That's right, my disciple Mo Wendao is already my most favored disciple. I don't think it's a pity that he lost to Long Xiaoyun."

"Although your disciple Luo Xue has the talent of a natural spiritual root, her swordsmanship is definitely far inferior to Long Xiaoyun. Are you really confident?"

The 7th Peak Master Hong Changhong also spoke at this time.

"Not only am I very confident, I can also predict that my disciple Luo Xue can defeat Long Xiaoyun within three moves. Just wait and see."

Su Changqing said to several peak masters with a confident smile on his face.

Then, Chen Ming, Hong Changhong and the other peak masters were stunned. They didn't expect Su Changqing to be so confident.

And from that confident smile, they felt a sense of trance, and an idea in their hearts began to magnify rapidly.

In this battle, Luo Xue might really win.

"Luo Xue, a disciple of the Thirteenth Peak, ask for the sword!"

Luo Xue said to Long Xiaoyun in a cold voice.

"Oh?"

"Sister Luo, I often hear Master talking about you in front of him, saying that you are a rare genius in swordsmanship, and he always wants you to join my Three Peaks."

"I didn't expect that in today's disciple competition, you and I became opponents. It's really a pity."

Long Xiaoyun looked at the arrogant Luo Xue, and a sense of surprise rose in his heart.

When he was on the peak, he often heard his master Xing Feng mention this name. Even when he grew up and improved again and again, Xing Feng was thinking that if Luo Xue was his disciple, she would definitely grow so fast.

That day, he cut sixteen swords in a row on the Sword-Knocking Mountain. He was very happy to share this with his master, but he didn't expect that the master's first sentence was: "If Luo Xue was my disciple, I would definitely teach her well and cut twenty swords on the Sword-Knocking Mountain."

Long Xiaoyun was unwilling!

Obviously, he was the last disciple of the master. He worked hard to practice sword just to get a word of encouragement from the master, but he always thought about Luo Xue, who rarely came down from the Thirteen Peaks.

"Master, today I will show you who is the real sword genius of Xuantian Dao Sect."

Long Xiaoyun said silently in his heart, and then he looked back at Luo Xue and said with a smile: "How about this, Junior Sister Luo, I heard that your master bet all the Thirteen Peaks on you, so how about I make another bet with you."

"If IIf you win, you will become my disciple of Sanfeng, and worship my master as your teacher. Then you will be my real junior sister. "

"If I lose, the result will be decided by you."

Luo Xue frowned. This guy looked decent, but what he said was so unpleasant. He actually wanted to leave his master and worship someone else as his teacher.

It was just a dream.

"Such a bet is meaningless. I will only have one master for the rest of my life, and I will never worship anyone else as my teacher. Besides, I will not lose and it is impossible to lose. If I win, there is nothing you need to do."

Luo Xue said to Long Xiaoyun in a cold voice.

"No need to say more, draw your sword!"

Zhu Han Sword came out, and the long sword made of ice crystals was shining in the sun, shining beautifully. Luo Xue held it in her hand and set it off.

The image of a lonely and ruthless female sword fairy appeared in front of everyone.

"Okay! Then don't blame my senior brother for being ruthless. "

Long Xiaoyun's fighting spirit surged.

All women respect him, but Luo Xue in front of him actually doesn't take him seriously. He must let her see.

The sword is powerful only when it is wielded by a man.

"Sword roars long cloud!"

Long Xiaoyun took the lead in drawing the sword.

Instantly, a powerful sword force burst out from Long Xiaoyun's body, and the long sword broke through the air and produced a series of sword beams, like a sword net, heading towards Luo Xue's figure.

Just now, it was a move that repeatedly consumed the power of Mo Wendao, which allowed Long Xiaoyun to gain the advantage behind and then won a decisive victory.

But Luo Xue's face was as calm as a lake, and she was not at all panicked by these sword beam nets.

"Treading on the snow without leaving a trace! "

Luo Xue swung the Zhuhan Sword, and the world that belonged to her instantly began to snow. When the sword net was close to her eyes, Luo Xue lightly jumped.

Stepping on the falling snow, she lightly stepped a few steps, and instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot, and the sword fell into the air.

The sword hit the wall of the martial arts field hard, creating a big hole. In an instant, dust and dust were everywhere, and the deacons around hurriedly used spiritual energy to repair it.