The air seemed to freeze.

Looking at Yang Zhilan who fell to the ground, all the disciples gasped, their faces full of incredulity.

The result was completely different from what they had predicted.

Shouldn't it be Yang Zhilan who crushed Murong Xiyao? Now why is it the other way around, it has become Murong Xiyao beating Yang Zhilan, fake.

"Her strength has not only recovered, but also improved a lot, how did she do it?"

Su Qianyu's brows furrowed, shocked.

I'm afraid she wouldn't have thought that Qin Yang would make Murong Xiyao reborn with just a snap, and it would become so terrifying.

"Ahem—"

Yang Zhilan clutched her chest and coughed violently.

She staggered to her feet, the corners of her mouth overflowing with red bloodshots, and her clothes were torn a few times, revealing a little snow-white skin, faintly covered with blood.

The power of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was extremely strong, and even if Murong Xiyao restrained a little, she was not lightly injured.

"I'm not convinced...... I don't believe ......"

Yang Zhilan's pretty face was extremely distorted, she stared at Murong Xiyao, and said in a cruel voice, "I have worked so hard, just to prove in front of the world that without you, I can still reach the top!

Even if your strength is restored, I will still trample to death! Don't think that all this of mine is given by you, these are all things I have fought for myself!!

You Murong Xiyao is not even a fart in my eyes!!"

Yang Zhilan Qianqianyu wiped the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth with her hand, and suddenly took out a silver needle and stabbed it into her chest.

"Zhilan don't!!"

Seeing this scene, Su Qianyu's face changed greatly, and she wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

She didn't expect Yang Zhilan's desire to win to be so strong, and she did not hesitate to use secret techniques to forcibly stimulate her potential.

The consequence of this is that although the strength will increase instantly, it will leave a stubborn disease in the body, which will affect future cultivation.

Murong Xiyao was also surprised by Yang Zhilan's ruthlessness.

She sighed and said softly: "Zhilan, why do you bother, even if you beat me, what can you do, what can I bring you?"

"What to bring me? I don't need to know, I just know that I will trample you under my feet!"

Yang Zhilan stomped under her feet, and streams of black qi lingered all over her body, and there were suddenly some wind blades mixed with thunder around her body, and the vast aura made the surrounding void tremble.

"Kill!!"

With a cold drink, countless wind blades burst out, with a fierce and majestic killing intent, dense like a whirlpool, and gradually condensed into a huge blade.

The blade burst out, tearing through the space, and the momentum of the unexpectedly overwhelming the heavens and the earth,

Straight towards Murong Xiyao!

At this moment, Yang Zhilan's attack power was fully doubled compared to before, and even those elders were trembling.

"Zhilan's talent is really strong, and in time, she will definitely be able to become an Immortal Venerable-level master. ”

The elders exclaimed.

At this time, Murong Xiyao's face was also quite solemn.

Although she beat Yang Zhilan just now, she also took advantage of the other party's carelessness and took the initiative. Now that the other party uses secret arts, his strength has doubled, and it is indeed difficult to fight.

But if it's not easy to fight, it doesn't mean that it can't be beaten!

Murong Xiyao's heart was rarely aroused, she was a little more delicate, and danced in the air again, her hair was flying, and her posture was graceful like a goddess in a dream, but outside of this beauty, countless swords gathered!

"All Swords Are One!!"

In the sword that covered the sky and the sun, a coquettish shout came out instantly.

But seeing the rapid fusion of thousands of swords in the air, they merged into a purple long sword, the long sword was so wide that it contained the power of heaven and earth that made people palpitate.

Murong Xi Yao held the hilt of the sword in his hand and attacked him!

At this moment, even she seemed to have fused into the sword intent, and the wind and clouds behind her had already changed color.

Above the surrounding sky, with Murong Xiyao as the center, the surrounding void instantly rotated like a whirlpool, and the overwhelming sword qi was raging and released, tearing through layers of protection.

Boom! Boom!

The deafening sound of the explosion echoed high in the sky, and the sky above the square was full of sword qi and wind blades, with a fierce aura, which was indescribably shocking.

Under this pressure of air potential, many people have retreated, for fear of being affected.

"Uhhh

As an extremely bright light shone away, two shadows staggered, and the originally roaring sky suddenly quieted down.

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, but I saw Murong Xiyao and Yang Zhilan standing on both sides of the square, with their backs to each other, motionless, like sculptures, and I didn't know who had won.

"Ahem......"

A moment later, Murong Xiyao let out a cough, and blood dripped down the corners of her lips, showing that she had suffered internal injuries.

Seeing this, the disciples of Yaochi perked up, thinking that Yang Zhilan had won, but before they had time to cheer, they saw Yang Zhilan kneeling on the ground, her pale cheeks full of decadence and despair.

She didn't have the strength to fight anymore,

In this competition, she lost!

Lost completely!

The reason why Murong Xiyao was injured was not because she was injured, but because at the critical moment, Murong Xiyao couldn't bear to kill her, so she forcibly withdrew her sword qi and was injured by the backlash.

Otherwise, she would have died long ago!

"Why ......"

Yang Zhilan pulled the corners of her mouth, full of unwillingness, but also full of despair.

She let out a long howl from her back, and her hair spread out like a ghost, and finally she became so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Su Qianyu and several elders hurriedly ran over to check.

Murong Xiyao glanced back at Yang Zhilan, sighed softly, returned to Qin Yang's side, and said softly: "Don't blame me for not killing her, I really can't bear it, forget it this time, if there is a next time, I will never bypass her, okay?"

Murong Xiyao was asking for Qin Yang's opinion, like a little girl who had knocked over a milk jug, feeling uneasy.

Because she knew that what this man hated the most was the love of the Holy Mother who repaid her grievances with virtue, and this time Qin Yang also hoped that she could teach Yang Zhilan a good lesson, but unfortunately she was still soft-hearted.

"Forget it, that's pretty much it. ”

Qin Yang hugged the woman's slender waist, lowered his head to lick off the blood from the corner of the other party's lips, scraped the woman's delicate little Qiong's nose and said, "You can't be so stupid next time." ”

Murong Xiyao's cheeks flushed, and she hummed softly.

"Murong Xiyao, you're too much!" Elder You shouted angrily, "Do you know how much psychological impact this battle will have on Zhilan? You're ruining her future!!"

"You mother-in-law is too funny, can you let Xi Yao stand there and let her kill hard?

Qin Yang sneered.

"You—" Elder You was furious, his teeth itching.

Su Qianyu motioned for the two elders to take Yang Zhilan, who had fainted, and looked at Qin Yang coldly and said:

"Xi Yao and Zhilan are grievances between them, and whoever wins or loses can't complain about others. But you, an outsider, have the qualifications to teach us?"

ps: Let's talk in advance, this Sunday this week, work hard for ten chapters!

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