The outer sect competition of Lingxian Academy was like a grand carnival, pushing the vitality of the academy to its peak. The martial arts arena seemed to be injected with life, and the flags flying around were like dancing elves. The Lingxian Academy logo and the names of previous winners embroidered on them sparkled under the caress of the sun, as if whispering about the glory of the past, stirring the hearts of every contestant.
As early as several months before the big competition, every corner of the academy was filled with a tense and enthusiastic atmosphere of preparation for war. The weapons shop was bustling with people. The young disciples carried the spiritual stones they had accumulated for a long time and shuttled between the dazzling array of weapon racks, their eyes full of desire for the right weapons. They carefully looked at each sword and each gun, gently stroked the cold sword body, and imagined themselves holding the magic weapon in the big competition. The elixir shop was also very lively. All kinds of elixirs that increase spiritual power and heal injuries were sold out. The disciples carefully put the elixir into their pockets, as if it was their secret weapon on the battlefield, which could turn the tide at a critical moment. And the academy's library, the high-level skills area that was a little deserted on weekdays, was now crowded with disciples who were studying hard. They immersed themselves in the ocean of wisdom of ancient books, frowned and pondered over obscure runes, and wrote densely packed notes on the edges of the pages, each word filled with a persistent pursuit of becoming stronger.
On the sidelines, the outer disciples gathered here like a surging wave. The male disciples were all ready to fight, with a fiery fighting spirit burning in their eyes. Every shout of encouragement was like thunder, shaking the air; the female disciples held flowers and ribbons in their hands, with a gleam of expectation in their eyes, like the stars twinkling in the night sky, full of hope that the person they like can shine on the field. In the crowd, discussions came one after another, like an exciting movement. Some disciples argued over the strength of the players they supported, their faces flushed, veins on their necks bulged, and they refused to give in to each other; others enthusiastically shared their predictions for the game, dancing and gesticulating, as if they had already seen the wonderful duel scene. Around the entire martial arts field, the tense and warm atmosphere burned like a raging fire, and even the air seemed to be ignited, filled with a strong fighting atmosphere.
On the high platform of the martial arts arena, several elders sat upright, looking down at all living beings like majestic gods. The gorgeous robes they wore were embroidered with mysterious runes. Those runes seemed to have life, flashing faint light, silently demonstrating the elders' powerful strength and respected status. The elders' eyes were deep and sharp, just like a sharp blade in the cold night, accurately scanning every corner of the martial arts arena. Their faces were cold and majestic without anger. The invisible majesty was like an airtight net, covering the entire martial arts arena. The elders were full of expectations for this outer sect competition, knowing that it was not only a rigorous test of the disciples' strength, but also an excellent opportunity to select elites for the school, inject fresh blood, and enhance the influence of the world. The performance of each disciple was like weighing on the scale in the hearts of the elders. They silently judged, eager to discover those stars of tomorrow with outstanding talents and unlimited potential.
With the sound of a clear bell, the mysterious curtain of the outer sect competition was officially opened. Duan Litang was dressed in a black suit, like a god of war descending in the dark night, with an upright posture and steady and powerful steps. Every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. His eyes were firm and confident, like two burning flames, emitting a light that was impossible to look at directly. His appearance instantly streaked across the night sky like a bright meteor, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience. The female disciples around him looked sideways, their cheeks flushed, and their eyes were full of admiration and praise. Some female disciples lowered their heads shyly, their hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of their clothes, and whispered to their companions about Duan Litang's handsomeness and strength; others excitedly pulled their companions' hands, their eyes flashing with excited tears, their throats seemed to be choked by joy, and they were so excited that they couldn't speak.
Su Xueli followed closely behind. She was wearing a moon-white dress with wide sleeves, like a white lotus blooming in the morning dew, holy and elegant. She held the Lingxian Sword, the sword body flashing with a cool light, complementing her gentle and elegant temperament. Her figure was light and agile, like a fairy descending to the earth, but with an innate fierce momentum. Her arrival instantly brought the atmosphere of the martial arts field to a boiling point. The eyes of the male disciples were full of admiration and praise, as if they had seen the most beautiful things in the world, and a strong desire to protect them surged in their hearts. They looked at Su Xueli with eyes full of obsession, as if they were under a spell.
At the beginning of the competition, Duan Litang and Su Xueli stood out from the crowd like two dazzling stars, shining brightly and unmatched. They won all the way and easily defeated many opponents, causing exclamations and praises wherever they went. Duan Litang's blood covenant power is amazing. Every time he uses it, it is like a volcanic eruption. The powerful force impacts everything around him, sand and stones fly, and the ground is shaken with shocking cracks, as if the earth is shaking under his power. Every move and every style of his carries a strong oppressive force, as if it can crush the whole world and make opponents afraid. And Su Xueli's Lingxian sword law is exquisite and unpredictable, like flowing clouds and water, without a trace, making people unable to defend against it. Her sword shadow flickers on the martial arts field, just like golden lightning, and every swing can cause the audience to exclaim and exclaim.
Finally, the two met in the finals. When the referee announced the start of the duel between the two, the entire martial arts arena suddenly became quiet, as if time had frozen at this moment. Everyone held their breath, their eyes were like torches, and they focused closely on the two people in the center of the martial arts arena. Their eyes were full of anticipation and tension, and their heartbeats were like thunder, as if they were about to burst through their chests. Duan Litang and Su Xueli looked at each other, and a complicated look flashed in their eyes. They are not only partners who fight side by side and share life and death, but also opponents who stand on opposite sides and compete for the winner. But under this complex emotion, there is more respect and recognition for each other's strength. They know that this duel is not only about personal honor, but also about their future path. At this critical moment that determines their fate, they all secretly made up their minds to go all out and show their strongest strength.
"Xue Li, be careful." Duan Litang said softly, his voice was low and firm, with a hint of tenderness and concern that was not easily detected. He stared at Su Xue Li closely, as if he wanted to engrave her every expression and every movement in his heart. At this moment, he was looking forward to this duel, but also worried about hurting Su Xue Li. The two emotions intertwined, making his heart beat faster unconsciously.
Su Xueli nodded slightly, her lips curled up, revealing a confident and charming smile: "Litang, come on." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a spring in the mountains, echoing in this quiet martial arts arena, but with an unquestionable firmness. She appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was also full of ups and downs. She knew Duan Litang's strength very well, and this duel would be extremely difficult, but she also wanted to show her strength in front of him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Litang took the lead. The blood-colored wings behind him spread out instantly, and the powerful airflow spread out from him, like a strong storm, blowing the surrounding flags to rustle, and the sand and stones on the ground were also rolled up and flew all over the sky. His figure flashed, and he rushed towards Su Xueli like a black lightning, so fast that it was hard to keep up. A blood-colored long sword condensed in his hand, with a strong blood light wrapped around the sword, exuding a chilling breath, as if it was a magic sword from hell, wanting to devour everything. At the moment of rushing towards Su Xueli, countless battle strategies flashed through his mind, thinking about how to show his strength without hurting her.
Su Xueli saw this and was not in a hurry. She gently waved the Lingxian Sword, and a golden sword energy instantly slashed out. The sword energy whistled through the air, making a sharp sound, and collided with Duan Litang's blood-red sword. With a loud "bang", the powerful spiritual power wave spread like a surging wave, and a huge pit instantly appeared on the ground of the martial arts field. Dust flew, blocking everyone's sight. The figures of the two people were looming in the smoke, and the audience's hearts were in their throats. They stared at the martial arts field without blinking, for fear of missing any wonderful moments. Their breathing was rapid, and their palms were sweating, as if they were also in this fierce battle.
In the fierce battle, a wonderful tacit understanding appeared between the two people's moves, as if they were in telepathy. Once, when Duan Litang was dodging the fierce attack of his opponent, his figure was a little embarrassed, and a sharp blade with a cold light was about to pierce his back. At the critical moment, Su Xueli shouted, and the Lingxian Sword in her hand appeared behind Duan Litang in an instant like a golden rainbow. The Lingxian Sword accurately blocked the sharp blade. With a "clang" sound, sparks flew, and the sharp blade was bounced away. Su Xueli's wrist trembled slightly, but she steadily blocked the fatal blow for Duan Litang. At that moment, Su Xueli had only one thought in her mind, that is, she must not let Duan Litang get hurt. She attacked without hesitation and used all her strength to resist. Duan Litang felt the movement behind him, and a warm current surged in his heart. He did not hesitate to operate the blood covenant force, and a pure blood covenant force flowed towards Su Xueli like a trickle. Su Xueli felt that her spiritual energy was instantly replenished, and her fatigue was swept away, and her spirit was lifted. She turned back to look at Duan Litang, and their eyes met, with a hint of tacit understanding and trust in their eyes.
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Once again, after Su Xueli had continuously performed exquisite sword moves, her spiritual power was slightly insufficient, and the speed and power of her sword moves decreased. Duan Litang was keenly aware of this, and he shouted loudly, swinging the blood-colored long sword in his hand in a strange arc, and the blood covenant force rushed towards Su Xueli like a surging wave. The blood covenant force merged into Su Xueli's body, and she only felt a powerful force flowing in her body, and she was instantly full of strength. She looked at Duan Litang gratefully, and the Lingxian Sword in her hand shone brightly. She once again performed a sharp sword move, and worked closely with Duan Litang. For a time, the two people's attacks were like a storm, making it difficult for the opponent to resist. At this time, Duan Litang was thinking about Su Xueli's safety and paying attention to her condition at all times. When he found that her spiritual power was insufficient, he instinctively sent blood covenant force; and Su Xueli was also silently grateful to Duan Litang in her heart, and at the same time, she worked harder to perform sword moves, wanting to fight side by side with him.
As the battle continued, both of them consumed a lot of spiritual power, their breathing became rapid, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. But they had no intention of retreating. Instead, they fought more and more bravely, and their eyes became more determined. Duan Litang's eyes burned with unyielding fighting spirit. He exerted the power of the blood contract to the extreme. The light of the blood-colored long sword became more and more dazzling. Every swing brought a strong pressure, as if to tear the surrounding space apart. Su Xueli, relying on her tenacious perseverance and superb swordsmanship, cleverly responded to Duan Litang's attack and looked for opportunities to counterattack. Her eyes were focused and calm, her sword moves became more and more fierce, and every time she drew her sword, she brought a thousand-pound force, which made people dare not underestimate her.
Suddenly, Duan Litang used a move called "Blood Covenant Storm". The blood-colored long sword in his hand spun rapidly, forming a huge blood-colored vortex. The vortex contained a strong suction force, which sucked the surrounding sand and spiritual energy into it. The vortex was like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws and rushing towards Su Xueli. Wherever it went, deep gullies were plowed out on the ground. Su Xueli's face changed slightly. She knew that this move was very powerful. If she took it head-on, she would definitely be seriously injured. She quickly circulated her spiritual power and prepared to use the top fairy method of Lingxian Academy, "Lingxian Yukongshu", to avoid this fatal blow.
At this moment, Su Xueli suddenly had an idea. She recalled every bit of her experience with Duan Litang, their life and death together in Qingyan Mountain, their mutual support in Lingxian Trial Tower, and the difficult times they had spent together, all flashed through her mind like a movie. An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, a deep attachment and reluctance. She didn't want to really decide the outcome with Duan Litang, she cared more about their friendship. So, she deliberately revealed a flaw, did not fully perform the "Lingxian Flying Skill", and her figure paused slightly in the air.
Duan Litang's blood-red sword instantly broke through Su Xueli's defense and stabbed towards her throat. At the moment when the sword was about to pierce Su Xueli's throat, Duan Litang suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes were full of shock and reluctance. How could he hurt Su Xueli? She was one of the people he cherished most in this world. He used all his strength to control the blood sword and stopped three inches away from Su Xueli's throat. The tip of the blood sword almost touched Su Xueli's skin, emitting a cold chill, and Su Xueli could clearly feel the deadly threat. But there was no fear in her eyes, but a hint of relief and emotion.
Su Xueli looked at the blood sword that stopped in front of her, and a trace of relief flashed in her eyes. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she said softly: "Duan Litang, you never wanted to hurt me." Her voice was soft, but it was clearly heard by everyone in this quiet martial arts arena. Her eyes were full of tenderness, and she looked deeply at Duan Litang, as if at this moment, the whole world was left with only the two of them.
Duan Litang looked at Su Xueli with mixed feelings. He slowly retracted the blood sword, lifted the blood contract state, and the blood-colored wings gradually disappeared. He looked at Su Xueli and said seriously: "Xueli, how can I bear to hurt you? You are one of the most important people to me." His voice was low and affectionate, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, carrying his deep feelings for Su Xueli.
The martial arts arena was instantly boiling, and the audience was moved by the emotions between the two, applauding and cheering. Their applause was like thunder, resounding throughout the martial arts arena, and it lasted for a long time. The elders on the high platform also nodded slightly, their eyes full of admiration. Although there was no real victory or defeat in this duel, it showed something more precious than victory or defeat - trust and emotion. In this fierce battle, the friendship between the two was like a bright star, shining with dazzling light, which moved everyone.
After the competition, Duan Litang and Su Xueli walked down the martial arts arena hand in hand. Their figures were particularly dazzling under the sunlight, like a pair of immortal lovers. The surrounding disciples cast envious glances at them, and their faces were filled with blessing smiles. Some disciples couldn't help but shout loudly: "Duan Litang, Su Xueli, you are the best!" Other disciples also echoed, and for a while, blessings came one after another.
At this moment, Ling Xian'er and Tang Xiaotang also squeezed over from the crowd. Although Ling Xian'er still looked cold, she could not hide her admiration for the two: "Your fight was brilliant and really opened my eyes." Tang Xiaotang jumped up to them and said excitedly: "You are so amazing! I knew you would definitely give everyone an unforgettable duel." The four smiled at each other, and their friendship became even deeper at that moment.
After returning to her residence, Su Xueli sat by the bed, quietly looking at the Lingxian Sword in her hand, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. There was a trace of confusion and worry in her eyes. Although the competition was over, the challenges they faced were far from over. The secret of the blood contract still shrouded them, like a heavy yoke, pressing on their hearts. The road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers. Can they solve the mystery of the blood contract and save the world?
Duan Litang walked to her side, sat down gently, and broke the silence: "Xue Li, today's game." His voice was a little low, as if he was still immersed in the battle and emotions just now.
Su Xueli raised her head and looked at Duan Litang with a smile in her eyes: "Litang, today's game was exciting, wasn't it? Moreover, I am very happy that the tacit understanding between us has deepened." Her smile was warm and bright, trying to dispel the haze in Duan Litang's heart.
Duan Litang held Su Xueli's hand and said seriously: "Xueli, I know that the secret of the blood pact still shrouds us, and the road ahead will be difficult. But no matter what, I will not let you get hurt." His eyes were firm, as if he was making an eternal promise to Su Xueli.
Su Xueli leaned on Duan Litang's shoulder and said softly: "I believe in you, Litang. Together, we can definitely unlock the secret of the blood pact and save the world." Her voice was soft but firm, full of trust in Duan Litang and confidence in the future.
The two sat in each other's arms, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility. However, they both knew that this was only a brief calm before the storm. The mystery of the blood covenant was still unresolved, and the family affairs they had caused in Qingyan Mountain had not been completely resolved. The rumors about the "blood-colored descendants" in the fairyland, the collusion between the traitor Han Ye of the Ice Palace in the Demon Realm and the mysterious organization "Shadow Pavilion", and the abnormality of the sacred tree of the spirit race, these problems were like heavy boulders, pressing on their hearts. Their adventure has just begun, and what awaits them in the future will be more severe challenges and tests. But they are not afraid, because they have each other's company and support, and have firm beliefs and deep love for each other. They believe that as long as they work together, they will be able to overcome all difficulties, protect everything they cherish, unlock the secret of the blood covenant, and save the worlds in crisis. And their legendary story will continue to be written in this world full of challenges and opportunities, blooming with more brilliant brilliance.
The next morning, Duan Litang and Su Xueli came to the library of the academy. They hoped to find clues about the secret of the blood covenant from the vast sea of ??classics. The library was filled with an old atmosphere. The tall bookshelves were filled with various ancient books, some of which were yellowed, and some even exuded a faint musty smell. The two shuttled between the bookshelves, carefully flipping through each book, not missing any possible clues. In an ancient notebook, Duan Litang found a vague pattern, which was somewhat similar to the blood-colored pendant on his chest. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an inexplicable premonition came to his mind, as if they were one step closer to the truth of the blood covenant...
