Yi Kun exclaimed in surprise, "Sure enough!"
Si Feiyu was surprised and said, "It's the Shadowless Finger!"
After Yang Qingxuan flicked out his finger, he raised his left hand and plucked it in the air with his fingers, as if there was a piano in front of him, and he started to play.
Waves of true energy circulated in the body, gathered at the fingertips, and were suppressed to the extreme. When touched, they turned into rhythms and waved out.
The two rhythms intersect, and immediately push the rhythm up, becoming magnificent, like a thousand troops and horses riding on the snow.
The faces of everyone on the field changed drastically, and those who were originally calm also frowned.
At this moment, the winner has been decided, and there are sixteen people left on the field, but Wu Hao was shocked, and did not stop, but instead played against Yang Qingxuan.
Sound waves spread out from the fingers of the two, and then bonded together to form new sound waves, stirring up the field.
And the two looked at each other with excitement in their eyes, and their fingertips moved faster.
Tens of thousands of people watched from the outside of the arena, dumbfounded. They saw the cyclone on the ring surging with the sound waves, and the other fifteen people opened their eyes one after another, watching this scene in horror.
"Boom! Boom!"
Several students on the field couldn't hold it anymore, including Cyclops and Meijuan, they all spurted blood and flew backwards.
Another student's true energy exploded, and he fell to the ground and passed out on the spot, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Yang Qingxuan... you... stop!"
Wen Zicheng's face changed drastically, and he glared at Yang Qingxuan. Originally, he could hold on for a while longer, but when he said this, his momentum immediately dropped, and he was shaken into his body by the sound wave, and he spurted out blood.
Zuo Heng was frightened and angry, his face darkened, he stretched out his hand and was about to draw his sword, but someone slapped him on the wrist and shook him away.
Zuo Heng turned around angrily, full of murderous aura, and shouted: "Chen Ting, you want to court death?!"
Chen Ting's expression was not good, he took a deep breath, and said coldly: "Many elders and teachers are here, do you want to kill people on the spot?"
Zuo Heng said coldly: "The competition is over, Yang Qingxuan deliberately made trouble here, broke the rules, injured other students, he should be killed for his crime!"
Chen Ting responded sarcastically: "Who said the competition is over? Which teacher announced it? Besides, there are elders and teachers around for crimes. When is it your turn to judge?"
Although Zuo Heng was angry, he calmed down a bit and felt that it made sense, so he snorted coldly and continued to sit cross-legged to resist the impact of the sound wave.
Fu Zhuo looked at Yang Qingxuan with a cold face, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Fang Chen's face was even more complicated. Looking at this latecomer, even though he was defeated in the battle in Longtan, he felt unwilling. If there is another fight at this moment, I am afraid that there is no chance of winning, so I can't help feeling a little depressed.
As soon as his mood fell, his mind was shocked by the sound wave, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
But after all, his physical body was tyrannical, so he immediately sat down cross-legged and adjusted his breath.
Although the competition is over, the sonic shock is the best touchstone for testing strength. There are still eleven people on the field, and he is not willing to let it go.
Several other people also had the same thoughts, and they were all struggling to support under the increasingly turbulent rhythm.
But there were also a few people who did not change their faces and remained calm.
"puff!"
Ai Wei also spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Yang Qingxuan with resentment on her face, and resentfully said: "Little lover, you are so cruel, even my sister will not let you go."
After all, he flew down by himself. If he persisted, he might be able to hold on for a while, but it was meaningless, and it would affect the rest of the game instead.
Not long after, Fang Chen couldn't hold on anymore, spat out a mouthful of blood, fell down on the spot, and passed out.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned red. In his eyes, there were only sound waves stirring in the surrounding space, and there was nothing else.
And the melody under the fingertips is playing Jiuxiaotian Boqu, as if returning to the time in the secret room, immersed in the wonderful music.
What he himself didn't realize was that the true energy in his body was flowing like a flood and began to dry up rapidly.
After a long while, he flicked his finger, the air was only slightly turbulent, no sound waves came out, and the true energy in his body was exhausted.
At this time, he recovered from the immersed rhythm, and his red eyes turned back to deep black.
It's just that his face was as pale as paper, and the skirt of his clothes had already been wet with big beads of sweat, but he didn't realize it.
"puff!"
Wu Hao's sound wave hit him, and he spurted out a big mouthful of blood without any resistance, and fell on his back onto the ring.
"ah?!"
Everyone was shocked, and Qing Buli and the others stood up worriedly, showing shock.
Wu Hao also instantly smoothed the strings in his hand, and flew down worriedly.
At this moment, there were still five people standing alone in the arena, all of them stared at Yang Qingxuan who was lying on the ground with sparkling eyes, and their hearts were stirred up.
A beautiful woman in red, with a cold complexion, her apricot-like eyes, cold and aloof, seem to be unable to tolerate anyone, but at this moment, her bright eyes flowed, falling on Yang Qingxuan's body like autumn waves. Turn around and leave.
This cool and glamorous temperament attracted everyone's attention, and they all followed her.
The crowd automatically parted ways until the woman disappeared at the end, and then everyone withdrew their eyes and continued to look at the field.
Lu Yifan looked at the leaving of the woman in red, then at Yang Qingxuan, and flew up directly, turning into a streamer and leaving.
There were three other people, Zuo Heng snorted coldly, and left straight away.
Fu Zhuo's face turned pale and gloomy.
The other person, with a thin face, also looked at Yang Qingxuan a few times, and then slowly left under the gaze of everyone.
You Ye raised the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Yinyao, Lu Yifan, Zuo Heng, Fu Zhuo, Mr. Jin, Yang Qingxuan, tsk tsk, who will be eliminated?"
Wu Hao checked Yang Qingxuan's injury, it's just that the real energy was exhausted, nothing serious, exchanged glances with Qing Buli, and everyone in the stands breathed a sigh of relief.
Qing Buli said loudly: "Due to an accident in the match, the 16-to-8 match has been postponed for three days."
When everyone heard this, they were astonished, and there were many discussions.
But it is an indisputable fact that many people were injured, and it would be unfair to fight tomorrow.
There are also many patriarchs of aristocratic families in the stands, and they all have different expressions and have their own thoughts.
The students in the top 100 are basically attracted by the big families, and everyone hopes that their students can perform better and have more powerful strength.
At this moment, tens of thousands of students dispersed amid various excited discussions.
There were also quite a few people who wanted to rush into the arena, all of them were Yang Qingxuan's partners, Liu Cheng and others, but they were all stopped by the teacher, no one was allowed to approach the arena, and they had no choice but to give up.
Yang Qingxuan rested on the ground for a while, and said: "Elder Wu Hao, I still have a lot of unclear points in this song, I hope you can enlighten me."
(end of this chapter)