The disciples in the Foundation Establishment Realm were shocked.

Even some golden elixirs and even the ephemeral monks were stunned.

At this time, their realm is high, so their strength is naturally stronger than these disciples.

But back then, when they were still building foundations, their strength was far from this level.

These Qianxue geniuses can burst out with such amazing lethality at the foundation-building realm. Once they enter the golden elixir or even break into feathers in the future, they will be so strong that they are so strong that they are.

"This is... Qian Xue Jian Contest..."

This emotion almost always floated in the hearts of most monks in the field.

Both the low-level and high-level monks were shocked by this.

On the shadow of Fang Tian’s painting, the sword energy was still strangling, the explosion was still spreading, and the smoke and dust filled the mountain.

As the sword energy disappeared, the explosion gradually stopped and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A hint of nervous suspense arose in everyone's hearts.

Who won?

The sword-track killer moves just now brought almost all the disciples of the two sects to the battle.

This is a real, decisive move.

It is both life and death, and both win and lose.

The winner stays, the loser leaves.

So in this genius duel, Qin Cangliu of the Qin family, and Linghu Xiao of the Taixu Sect, who has the stronger sword energy?

Who is the real winner?

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but lifted up.

On Fang Tian’s painting, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and finally a figure appeared.

The killing was too tragic and the collision of superior Taoism caused almost all the disciples of the two sects to be wiped out.

There is only one person, still alive, still standing there.

Everyone soon saw his face clearly.

He was wearing a black water robe, with a pale and cold face and a weak breath. He was dressed in rags and stood alone with a sword, tragic and elegant, and amazing.

"Qin Cangliu!"

"He actually won!"

"Extreme..."

“It’s really wonderful!”

"Guishuimen won Taixu Sect, Qin Cangliu of Guishuimen won Linghu Xiao of Taixu Sect..."

...

In the stands, the elders of aristocratic families and sects were all moved and thoughts were different.

The elder of Guishuimen even stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes showing relief.

But the next moment, they all looked stunned, staring at Fang Tian Huaying, and their pupils shrank slightly...

In the swordsmanship.

Qin Cangliu stood alone, with no one around, and Linghu Xiao disappeared, only he was still in the venue.

"I...win?"

"I beat Linghu Xiao."

"My kendo is right..."

Qin Cangliu felt a lot of emotion in his heart. The joy of fighting to the point of exhaustion and defeating a strong enemy was like mushrooms after a rain. It arose from the bottom of his heart and then spread throughout his body.

He became more convinced of his swordsmanship.

"Win..."

Qin Cangliu murmured, then felt relieved and blinked his dry eyes slightly.

Just blinked this time.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly realized that at some point, there was a person standing in front of him, with a pair of white fingers pointing at his forehead, and a fire gathered at his fingertips, and then...

Then there is nothing.

This series of changes was so fast that he didn't respond at all.

The figure appeared, with white fingers slit, a flash of fire, a burning forehead, and the jade shattered.

When Qin Cangliu came to his senses, he found that he had arrived outside the court.

He lost.

Qin Cangliu stood there, stunned for a long time, his heart was mixed, complicated and difficult to describe, and it was a little unacceptable for a moment.

What is harder to accept than him is the audience outside the venue.

They are cheering for Qin Cangliu, admiring him for his rituals, and impressing by the performance of the genius...

Then, a figure appeared quietly, and a finger tapped, and a fireball sent Qin Cangliu away.

Everyone was suddenly strangled.

The scene was instantly quiet.

The tragic hero died from a sneak attack by the despicable.

A generation of sword genius was defeated by fireball techniques.

A wonderful and heroic showdown of geniuses painted a slightly absurd "unfinished" ending.

The monks felt that they choked on their chests in one breath and couldn't say a word.

The fireball technique of Mo Hua silenced everyone present.

...

But no matter what the process is, losing is losing, winning is winning.

Ink painting is in a happy mood.

It is perfect to be able to win the biggest victory at the smallest price, and a small fireball technique can end the game.

The sword debate is over, Mo Hua and Linghu laugh and others, ready to leave Ludao Mountain.

When we arrived at the intersection, we met Qin Cangliu again.

Qin Cangliu looked at Mo Hua tightly. His eyes contained extremely complex emotions, hatred, admiration, anger, and a hint of sorrow.

All these emotions were accumulated in my heart, and Qin Cangliu couldn't speak, so he finally said one sentence:

"Ink painting, I remember you..."

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.

Mo Hua has a good mentality, and this is not the first time he has heard this sentence.

On the contrary, Situ Jian behind him sighed silently.

The little brother's sword-contest enemy has added another one...

Everyone walked towards Taixu Gate.

On the way back, Linghu Xiao remained silent.

Mo Hua looked at him secretly and asked in a low voice: "Xiaoxiao, are you feeling unwell?"

Linghu Xiao shook his head, but when he turned his head, he saw Mo Hua's clear and sincere gaze, and nodded subconsciously and admitted:

"I lost."

Mo Hua asked him: "Then do you think you will win for the rest of your life?"

Linghu Xiao was stunned and shook his head.

No matter how good his talent or his swordsmanship is, he will never lose for the rest of his life.

Mo Hua said: "Some geniuses have been smooth sailing and won for a lifetime, but as long as they lose one game, their hearts will be broken and they will never recover. From then on, they will become waste and completely lost in the crowd."

"No matter how high his talent, how good his understanding, or how much he won, he still cannot break his mind. If he loses his own 'Tao', it will be difficult for him to make progress in his life."

"There are also some people who are average in talent but are very resilient. They have lost all their lives, suffered all their cold words, and experienced all the coldness of the world, but they have never given up and climbed towards their own path step by step."

"What kind of these two types of people do you want to do?"

Linghu laughed and pondered for a moment, saying, "I don't seem to be able to do it."

He has a good talent, but he hasn't been able to lose once.

At least today, he lost to Qin Cangliu.
To be continued...