.Jin Zhao is a man, his pants fell down and he's wearing underwear, which is barely acceptable. He's still a woman after all, she can't possibly walk around in public like that.At this moment, seeing..."You're pretty tough. Now quickly drop your sword and get down on your knees and surrender."

Lán Qīng's tenacity surprised Lǐ Qiān Yǐng, and it also angered her, taking another step forward.

Lèiqīng's body shuddered violently. This time, blood began to seep from his nose, eyes, and mouth.

But she remained as tenacious as ever, with not a hint of giving up. The sword in her hand, Lu Xian Jian, stubbornly pointed forward.

"Brother Ye, isn't Sister Leng giving up Maybe we should just let her quit."

Xia Qing couldn't bear it. She had spent the most time with Leng Qingqiu and their relationship was the deepest.

Ye Bufan frowned slightly. Normally, at this point, he should have given up, but he didn't want to interfere too much with Leng Qingqiu's decision.

"No need to rush, let's wait and see."

He ultimately chose not to intervene. As long as Leng Qianqiu didn't die, he could heal from any amount of injuries himself, so there was no need to worry too much.

"Stubborn as you are, I wonder how long you can hold out!"

Li Qianying hung a cold smile, and took another step.

Autumn has passed once again, and it seems like the season is about to end.

At this moment, her mind was not quite clear, and her whole body trembled violently, as if convulsing.

But in my mind, there was a voice saying that I was a sword immortal and could never surrender, could never put down my sword.

The essence of the First Sword Immortal's inheritance is to never yield, no matter how powerful the opponent is, one must always strike out with the sword in their hand.

Regardless of victory or defeat, regardless of life and death, what is desired is to move forward without hesitation!

"I will not yield, strike me down!"

Leng Qingqiu wanted to let out a roar, but the sound only echoed in her mind. Blood gushed from her mouth again.

"It's over, what's the point of persisting any longer"

"Even if we persevere, it can't change the outcome..."

"It's lost, it's lost. Just give up. What does a small sect disciple need to be so stubborn about..."

Those around watched everything on stage, they thought the woman's persistence was completely useless, a self-inflicted punishment.

Li Qianying was even more so, standing there with an arrogant air, her eyes full of mockery, as if she greatly admired her opponent's last-ditch struggle.

Just then, Leng Qingqiu's mind echoed with a tiny crack, like an eggshell shattering, or something breaking instantly.

At the same time, a raging power surged from her dantian, breaking through the previous bottleneck in the blink of an eye.

The second seal of the First Sword Immortal was finally completely broken at this moment, and Leng Qingqiu's cultivation base soared to the realm of Immortal Monarch in one fell swoop.

At the same time, the originally dim Lu Xian Sword shone brightly, its sharp sword qi condensing into a tangible entity.

At this moment, Leng Qingqiu's sword finally rose, and it moved with incredible speed and ferocity.

A sword glow, stretching several feet long, surged forward like a dragon breaking free, slashing towards Li Qianying with the speed of lightning.

Though his cultivation had only reached the Immortal Monarch realm, compared to Li Qianying's mid-stage Immortal Monarch, he was still a level behind. However, with his powerful sword intent, he could easily make up for this difference and overcome it in one fell swoop.

This situation was beyond everyone's expectations, no one thought that this woman who was on the verge of collapse would suddenly become so strong.

Even the venerable Daojun Wuhuo, who was observing from the viewing platform, couldn't help but narrow his eyes in astonishment. "This young girl is extraordinary! To break through at this crucial moment!"

Li Qianying had originally thought the situation was settled, but this came as a complete surprise to her.

Facing the earth-shattering sword strike, he didn't even have a chance to dodge. The sword energy pierced directly through his right chest, leaving a gaping wound as wide as a bowl.

And she was struck, flying dozens of zhang into the air before crashing heavily to the ground below the platform.

Just moments ago, they were arrogant and overwhelmingly dominant, but now they've been struck down in an instant, the difference is astounding.

Silence, a deathly silence!

The entire schoolyard was stunned into silence. The twist had come too suddenly, leaving everyone speechless and caught off guard by the unexpected outcome.

And just then, a deafening thunder roared through the air. Dark clouds gathered, and the sound of rolling thunder filled the sky – a heavenly tribulation had arrived.

Ling Qingqiu won with a single sword strike, and then didn't linger. She rose into the air and flew towards outside Yuan Gu City.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, Xiao Qing and Luo Bingyan, Shen Qirun, the three people followed closely behind him, going outside to guard against tribulation.

Not until this moment did the crowd recover from their shock. Wuhua Daojun announced the result of the competition: Leng Qingqiu had won.

The other three bouts have also ended, completing the fourth round of matches.

Then came the fifth round, and the disciples took turns to go on stage.

Among these people, the most eye-catching ones are Ye Bufan and Jian Juebi.

Jian Juebi, the core disciple of the Si Fang Jian Pai, happened to draw Qin Muyue, whose dantian was damaged in this round. This naturally attracted a lot of attention.

On the other hand, Ye Bufan became another focus of attention.

The reason is simple: Lingyun Jianzong has completely refreshed everyone's perception, rising from an unknown small sect to the center of attention.

This round of competition has narrowed down the fifty participating disciples to twenty-five. So far, Lingyun Sword Sect has successfully advanced four disciples, a record that puts them above all other sects.

For this reason, many people's attention was focused on the only male disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect, wanting to see how strong he was and if he would be as stunning as Leng Qingqiu and others.

However, the result disappointed everyone. As soon as Ye Bufan stepped onto the stage, Xu Shengye bowed to him.

"Young Master Ye, please accept my gratitude."

He is an extremely intelligent man. Although he has not seen Ye Bufan make a move, the entire Lingyun Sword Sect regards this man as its leader, and his strength naturally will not be inferior.

Even Celestial Immortals were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers, some died and others were injured. As a mere Daluo Immortal, he didn't have the courage to make a move.

So this guy was very straightforward. He first bowed respectfully and then turned his head to look at the viewing stand.

"Honorable elders, I concede this round."

After finishing his speech, he leaped off the platform.

“This…”

Everyone present had been eagerly watching, but were surprised by this outcome.

"Holy crap, this guy's got some skills! I can't believe he just conceded..."

"I'm so mad, Leng Qingqiu just refused to give in, and this guy didn't even have the courage to fight back..."

It's a pity that I haven't seen this Ye family member make a move yet...

The crowd erupted in chaos, some shocked, some angry, some saddened.

Then, everyone realized another problem: Ye Bufan had been promoted.

"This guy's got too much luck, he hasn't even moved a finger yet..."

"Being able to advance to the third level just by standing on the platform, having risen from a hundred people to twenty-five, is just too infuriating..."

"Holy crap, if that's all it takes to level up, I could do it too..."

At this moment, all eyes were on Ye Bufan. From the group stage to now, he hadn't made a single move, and yet here he was, advancing to the next round.

While other disciples had to fight hard, some were seriously injured, and some even lost their physical bodies, ultimately ending up being eliminated. Compared to them, it was truly a case of "people die from envy."

Without a care for the implications, Wuhua Daojun followed the competition rules and immediately announced the results.

Ye Bufan was just about to step down when a cold snort came from beside him.

"Kid, you got lucky this time. Hope you don't run into me next match, or I'll make sure you die!"

He turned his head and saw that the speaker was Jian Juebi from the neighboring stage.remedy the situation.Among the crowd, only Ye Bufan remained calm and composed, with his hands clasped behind his back, silently watching the figure in mid-air.Xie Changsi's strike directly used his t...