"Hee-hee...... Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Hahahaha......"

The original soft laughter gradually evolved into an irrepressible laughter, but what made people shudder was that she had obviously laughed until she leaned forward and closed, but her eyes were still firmly fixed on Jiang Ying's face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Unsmiling eyes.

It was easy to stop, Fei Wenjun tilted his head and bit his fingers, stared at her for a long time, and seemed to stretch out his hand to Jiang Ying's face!

Jiang Ying gritted her teeth and looked at Fei Wenjun's movements with a stiff expression.

As long as Fei Wenjun's hand is one inch closer, she will not hesitate to urge the phoenix vine!

"Wenjun!"

Seeing that Fei Wenjun's hand was about to stretch out, the old woman shouted in a slightly heavy voice, and at the same time tightened the chain in her hand.

"Oh......"

was dragged by the chain around his neck and staggered a few steps, and Fei Wenjun was not annoyed. Although her footsteps followed the old woman again, her eyes were still staring at Jiang Ying, who was getting farther and farther away from her, until she reached the edge of the ring, she suddenly smiled and turned her head.

The Kunlun Sword Sect disciples and referees on the stage had been waiting for a long time, but none of them urged Fei Wenjun, who was grinding under the competition stage.

I saw that the old woman was pinching her fingers and saying something in Fei Wenjun's ear, and Fei Wenjun's eyes immediately became a little sober. When the old woman reached out and removed the chain from her neck, she turned over and crossed the jousting platform very lightly.

Seeing that she was no longer restrained and went directly to the stage, the crowd that was originally tightly surrounding the competition platform cheered and shouted, you push me, I push yours back several feet.

Fei Wenjun's reputation as a fire is too loud, and no one wants to be a delirious person's subordinate soul.

Fei Wenjun was already standing still on the stage, and the referee didn't look at her, but looked directly at the Kunlun Sword Sect disciple who was standing in the other direction, and saw him nodding, so he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Mingxin Pavilion Fei Wenjun, against Kunlun Sword Sect Yu Qinghui. ”

"The game is on. ”

Fei Wenjun obviously didn't understand what the referee said.

She bit her fingers and turned her head to look at the old woman standing behind her with a confused expression, and just saw the old woman nodding in agreement, a bright sword light pointed directly at her back of the heart, shooting out.

The sword light was the one that Yu Qinghui had on his back before. Taking advantage of her defenselessness, Yu Qinghui seized the opportunity to make a move.

It is also impossible to blame Yu Qinghui for not preaching morality and taking advantage of others to act first. Fei Wenjun's strength is really strong for all to see, if he doesn't seize this opportunity, I'm afraid that when Fei Wenjun gets the permission of the old woman, he will no longer be able to suppress Fei Wenjun in terms of opportunity.

But he just played well with calculations. The tips of Fei Wenjun's ears moved slightly, not only did he not get nervous, but he laughed.

She didn't quite turn around, only twisted her toes lightly and turned half a position. Facing the sword light that shot in, she directly reached out and grabbed it.

Yes, I grabbed it directly with my hands.

As we all know, when the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect officially stepped into the path of sword cultivation, each of them would go to the sword mound to participate in the trial, and choose a natal sword that was in line with their hearts and minds from now on.

After such a sword has been continuously tempered by the sword master, its sharpness has far surpassed that of ordinary magic weapons, even if Fei Wenjun believes that he used to be a cultivator in the god transformation stage, it is difficult to stop its sharpness.

Smack.

It was the sound of blood dripping on the ground, but she didn't cry out in pain.

Not only did she not exhale pain, but the expression on her face did not even change in the slightest, as if it was not her hand that was dripping blood.

Although Yu Qinghui's sword was firmly grasped by Fei Wenjun, her right hand also became fleshy because of this. Seeing this scene, Yu Qinghui was afraid that Fei Wenjun's next move would be to bend the long sword, so he hurriedly pinched his fingers.

The long sword that was caught in Fei Wenjun's hand instantly turned into a snowy sword light and flew back to Yu Qinghui's side, and at the same time, it also caused secondary damage to Fei Wenjun's hand who was holding the sword tightly.

Spreading his palm in front of him, Fei Wenjun stared at his hand, which had already opened his skin and flesh, and even exposed white bones in some places, tentatively stretched out his tongue and licked it.

The originally calm face was instantly replaced by a mood of joy to madness.

Her eyes burned with crazy battle intent, and she lowered her right hand, she looked at Yu Qinghui, who was standing more than twenty feet away from her, and hooked the corners of her mouth.

Seeing her expression, Yu Qinghui immediately tensed his nerves, and his hands turned into a complicated sword technique.

But Fei Wenjun wouldn't give him such a chance - or rather, she couldn't wait that long.

From the time she raised her head to look at Yu Qinghui to the time she rushed out, she only took less than a breath, and her bloodied right hand turned into a claw, and grabbed it straight at Yu Qinghui's heart.

Fei Wenjun's speed is too fast.

Seeing Fei Wenjun's bloody claws approaching quickly with an incomparably sharp claw wind, Yu Qinghui, who really couldn't finish pinching the sword trick before she attacked, had no choice but to give up the sword trick that had been pinched for most of the time, turned over and grabbed the long sword floating on his side, and slashed diagonally at Fei Wenjun's arm claw that was directly attacking him in a slight flash.

Fei Wenjun really doesn't care much about her injury, but she is also not stupid.

Although Yu Qinghui's body was already close in front of him, the sword light that was cut off on the spot should not be underestimated. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the current situation, and immediately withdrew her right hand into a palm, and at the same time flipped lightly towards the left side of Yu Qinghui's uncovered body, and re-clawed.

Being able to retract the claw power that had been exceeded to the extreme and then switch back to the claw was obviously not something that newcomers in the foundation building period could possess - it was the combat instinct that still remained in her body.

Yu Qinghui's reaction was already extremely fast, but he still suffered a loss with little combat experience.

He didn't expect that after dodging his slash, Fei Wenjun would be able to immediately change direction and launch another attack.

Although the power of the second claw was much weaker than the first, this close-fitting blow did not give him any chance to dodge, and directly brought down a piece of flesh the size of half a fist on his left arm.

"Ah......h

The pain of cutting the flesh was extremely unbearable even for cultivators, not to mention that Fei Wenjun directly twisted his wrist after grabbing the piece of flesh on his arm, grabbing his already exposed arm bone.

Then he tightened his five fingers and smashed them.

This heart-rending pain made Yu Qinghui completely lose his mind. Even if he was a disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect, no matter how good he was among his peers, he had never experienced this kind of hellish torture.

His right hand holding the sword slashed wildly at Fei Wenjun's back, but after a few strokes, Fei Wenjun's back was already bloody and blurred.

But he still couldn't break free from Fei Wenjun's grip no matter what.

This crazy slashing not only did not force Fei Wenjun to let go, but instead aroused her ferocity. Fei Wenjun, whose face was already covered with blood who didn't know who it was, raised his head and smirked, and his left hand was about to grab Yu Qinghui's neck.

"Enough!"