At the moment, in the grass.

"What should I do, what can I do about this!Woo, the master is injured now, that bad old man is so powerful, the master can't seem to beat him!" The little nun Ling Yuqiao's face was extremely anxious, and the tears in her eyes were swirling, slipping down her cheeks from the long eyelashes.

"Okay, I said little nun, it's useless for you to be in a hurry, the victory or defeat hasn't come out yet. Your master gave up all defenses and attacked with all his strength in a fight for his life, and the Blood Demon Ancestor obviously cherished feathers and had many scruples, your Jingci Nunnery might really have a fifty or sixty percent chance of winning!" Ye Xing looked ahead, watching the battle between the two not far away through the shadowy weeds.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Ye Xing's heart was touched, his eyes suddenly lost focus, and the whole person fell into contemplation all of a sudden, muttering to himself: "Give up all defenses, go all out?" give up all defenses...... Abandon all defensive ......"

"Yes, the sword is on the sidelines, how can I defend it?"

"Swordsman, sharp also!"

"Demon killing, demon killing, is the art of killing, there is no return!"

"The sword goes sideways, there is no return! Where the sword goes, you live or die...... Hahaha, I see, I see, I see......"

A trace of enlightenment continued to spread in his heart, and the bottleneck of the seventh style of the Demon Slaying Seven Swords, which had been troubled for a long time, finally began to loosen violently, Ye Xing immediately hurriedly sat down cross-legged and devoted himself to the sword technique.

......

"Bang bang bang!" "Ping Pong!"

"Boom!"

The Xuanjing Master of Jingci Nunnery in front of him and the black-edged blood-clothed old man and the blood-ghost ancestor were still fighting fiercely, the two sides came and went, the sword light and the claw shadow were intertwined, the energy was shining, and the ground was pitted and in a mess.

The surrounding Jingci Nunnery and the Blood Ghost Sect retreated one after another, retreating to a safe distance, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the two masters and powerhouses fighting in the center of the field.

The speed of the two fights was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty moves passed.

After all, Master Jingci's cultivation was a little worse than that of the Blood Ghost Ancestor, and by the time of the thirtieth move, there had already been a claw mark on the arm and abdomen, and the red blood overflowed, staining the monk's robe red, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

However, Mrs. Jingci obviously did not give up, she still persisted, and she was not defeated.

Time is ticking by.

When it came to the fortieth move, the Blood Ghost Ancestor suddenly became anxious, because it was about to be fifty moves, and once it passed fifty moves, he would lose the bet. According to the gambling contract, he had to leave Qingyuan Mountain.

The Blood Ghost Ancestor immediately attacked and went berserk, one claw after another, the offensive was as continuous as a mountain and a sea, and the heavy claw shadows pierced the sky, and bursts of sharp roars sounded, and the momentum was terrifying.

Master Xuanjing's face was extremely solemn, knowing that it was the most critical moment, he immediately concentrated all his spirits, and the sharp sword in his hand exuded a brilliant cold glow, sometimes slashing at the head of the Blood Ghost Ancestor, sometimes slashing at the throat of the Blood Ghost Ancestor, and sometimes stabbing at the heart of the Blood Ghost Ancestor, which can be described as a fatal move.

"Damn, I didn't expect this old bald nun to be so difficult!"

The black-edged blood-clothed old man blood ghost ancestor was really frightened by the desperate posture of Master Xuanjing for a while, if he had to forcibly kill Master Xuanjing within fifty moves, then he himself would have to be seriously injured, but he didn't want to take this risk, and he was extremely angry in his heart for a while.

Fifty moves passed quickly, and after the Blood Ghost Ancestor left two more claw marks on the arm of the Xuanjing Master, the competition was finally over.

The nuns on the side of Jingci Nunnery looked delighted, and hurriedly went over to apply gold sore medicine to the head of the house. Master Xuanjing's injuries are mostly skin injuries, and if you apply high-grade gold sore medicine, you can basically recover after ten days of rest.

After all, Master Xuanjing is also a second-class innate realm peak level master, although he is not a first-class powerhouse, but it is not far behind. In a desperate situation, it is not a big deal to support fifty moves in the hands of the Blood Ghost Ancestor, of course, if it is hundreds of moves, it is really dangerous, and even if you don't die, you may be seriously injured.

"Blood Ghost Ancestor, now that fifty moves have passed!According to the gambling agreement, our Jingci Nunnery has won, and please ask your Blood Ghost Sect to withdraw from Qingquan Mountain immediately!" Xuanjing Master said in a deep voice, her face was pale and her panting was slightly heavy, obviously the fierce battle just now consumed a lot of True Yuan Power.

The martial artists of the Blood Ghost Sect looked at each other, and their eyes showed unwillingness.

The face of the black-edged blood-clothed old man Blood Ghost Ancestor was even more ugly, so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and his eyes were cloudy, flashing with a palpitating cold glow.

"Ancestor, this Qingquan Mountain is a rare cultivation treasure land, which can improve our cultivation progress, we can't just give it up!"

"Damn, is it possible that you still want to regret it!" "Everyone in Jingci Nunnery said angrily: "Your Blood Ghost Sect is also a first-class faction, and you have lost the bet, how can you be untrustworthy!"

"Hahaha, don't believe in your words?" The black-edged blood-clothed old man Blood Ghost Ancestor suddenly laughed loudly, his murderous aura surged, his eyes swept over the Jingci Nunnery and his group of nuns, and said coldly: "My Blood Ghost Ancestor is a member of the evil sect, and I have no faith in my words. You stinky nuns actually toast and don't eat and drink, Ancestor I will send you to the West Heaven, sons and daughters to me, and destroy this Jingci Nunnery!"

With the order of the Blood Ghost Ancestor, all of a sudden, the martial artists of the Blood Ghost Sect were like wolves and tigers, murderous, waving the swords and blades in their hands and killing the nuns of Jingci Nunnery.

The nuns of Jingci Nunnery were extremely angry and hated, and they regarded death as home, and immediately launched a fierce battle with the people of the Blood Ghost Sect, and the sound of weapons colliding, screaming, and fighting resounded throughout the four fields.

Blood splattered, and the pungent smell of blood wafted into the grass in the wind.

"Those people are so despicable, they obviously lost, but they regretted it. Is our Jingci Nunnery really going to end, the master ...... "The little nun Lingyu burst into tears, her eyes were red, and her eyes were about to be swollen from crying.

"The master of the sect treats me like a mountain, if the sect is really finished, I will also live and die with Jingci'an!" The little nun Lingyu's pale face showed a look of determination, gritted her teeth, and immediately rushed forward with her feet.

However, before she could take two steps, her petite figure suddenly froze in place.

"Hey, what's the matter, why don't my hands and feet obey?" the little nun Lingyu's pretty face was extremely flustered, and she desperately wanted to rush out of the grass, but there seemed to be an invisible force in the void that directly controlled her body, causing her to fall back step by step.

He quickly retreated to Ye Xing, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating.

I saw the little nun Lingyu's hands move, and her two little hands suddenly grasped the hilt of the Phantom Light Sword that Ye Xing was carrying behind her.

"Brother Liangchen, I'm ...... I didn't mean to, I didn't want to take your sword, I couldn't control myself, so strange, why couldn't I control myself, my hands and feet suddenly didn't obey the call, what is going on, I ...... I...... I ......"

"Boom!"

A sword roared, as clear as a dragon.

The ghostly sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and was pulled out on the spot by the little nun Lingyu, the simple and sharp tip of the sword flashed with a terrifying cold light, and the ghostly light was brilliant, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the terrifying murderous aura spread out.

But seeing that the little nun Lingyu's petite body seemed to be held up by an invisible force, she put out a mysterious sword and raised her hand.

"Whew!"

The ghostly light sword clanged and turned into a black light, and in the scream of the little nun Lingyu, it led her towards the battlefield in front of her, rolling murderous, overwhelming, and bursts of screams seemed to pierce the sky out of a hole.