"I, Kunlun Sword Sect, admit defeat!"

No one could see how the figure that floated out of the dust appeared on the competition platform in an instant. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A long sword that was longer than the sword in Qinghui's hand was held in this person's hand, and with an unparalleled momentum, it shone straight between Fei Wenjun's chest and abdomen.

Although the sword was not unsheathed, Fei Wenjun was still pushed back by the vigorous slap, and the claws that grabbed Yu Qinghui's arm couldn't help but let go.

At the same time that the figure raised the sword in his hand and slapped towards Fei Wenjun, the old woman who had been holding Fei Wenjun before also flew up, shouting like a loud bell.

"Fei Wenjun!"

Fei Wenjun, who stood firm and smiled and wanted to rush forward again, heard this shout, but as if he had been drunk, his hands that had changed claws hung down softly, and the expressions on his face disappeared, standing in place like a puppet, his eyes were empty.

On the other side, Yu Qinghui was still frantically about to rush to the person who came to the stage and swung his sword.

Jiang Ying only felt that the lake-blue flowing figure was very familiar, and she saw it clearly when he was half of his face.

Isn't this person his apprentice Jiutian who was taken by Xiuyuan Sword Monarch on the day of the Dao Ceremony!

"Qinghui, sober up!"

The Nine Heavens Splitter snatched the long sword in Yu Qinghui's hand and put it into the storage artifact casually. Yu Qinghui's hands had been firmly restrained by Jiutian, and his bloody body was also encircled by Jiutian, but he still seemed to be writhing wildly, and even wanted to turn his head to bite Jiutian's neck after finding that he couldn't break free.

How could this be? Jiutian frowned and looked down at Yu Qinghui's face.

I saw that Yu Qinghui's eyes were full of madness, obviously completely out of reason, and what was even more strange was that a trace of dark red and black qi was crawling quickly down his neck towards the left side of his face.

Then Fei Wenjun is still vicious on his claws?!

Jiu Tiandeng's fingers were like knives, and he counted points on Yu Qinghui's neck and chest, and saw that the red and black qi had slowed down, so he looked angrily at the old woman and Fei Wenjun who were standing aside.

At this time, the old woman had just re-tied the chain back to the neck ring around Fei Wenjun's neck, and turned her head to look at Jiutian who was glaring at her.

The Sword Monarch calmed his anger. ”

The old woman took out a jade bottle from the ring and handed it to Jiutian first to signal him to give Yu Qinghui a treat. Jiutian took the jade bottle, uncorked it, and poured the inner pill on the palm of his hand, but it was a lotus-shaped, green moisturizing pill.

He didn't care about thinking about it anymore, so he directly pinched Yu Qinghui's jaw in a frenzy and forced him to swallow the pill.

After a while, Yu Qinghui's struggling movements slowed down. The manic color in his eyes faded like a tide, and when he regained his clarity, he was greeted by Jiutian's scorched face.

"Master, I'm ......"

A look of shame and remorse appeared on his face, and he was about to open his mouth to explain something, but was interrupted by Jiutian.

"I don't blame you for being a teacher, you have a good rest first. ”

Then he didn't wait for Yu Qinghui to say anything, Jiutian directly clicked on a certain acupoint on his body, and Yu Qinghui fell asleep. Holding Yu Qinghui in his arms, Jiutian raised his head and looked at the old woman coldly.

"Sword Jun don't want to be angry, it's not that my Mingxin Pavilion smeared poison on her palm, it's really because Wen Jun has an extremely domineering fire poison in his blood since he went mad. ”

Seeing that Jiutian fed Yu Qinghui the pill, the old woman opened her mouth to explain.

"That pill is the green jade heavenly lotus that we asked Elder Shadow Supreme to refine for this fire poison personally, as long as you take it for a moment and a half, you can remove the fire poison, and there will be no aftermath in the future. And...... The noble disciple is like this, and it is also because he injured Wen Jun first, which caused Wen Jun's blood to be contaminated with this fire poison. ”

"Oh?"

Jiutian's face became more and more cold, and his voice was cold to freezing. He held Yu Qinghui in his arms with his left hand, and the thumb of his right hand holding the sword had slowly pushed the hilt up, revealing a small section of the dazzling sword body.

"According to what you mean, this is what I deserve in vain?"

"The old body didn't mean that. ”

The old woman bowed gently, and although her mouth was soft, her face was still neither humble nor arrogant.

"The Sword Monarch should also know that the Hundred Doors Theory Dao is like this, not to mention injuries, even life and death depend on their abilities. Today, if the apprentice of the Sword Monarch suppresses Wen Jun and kills her here, the old body can't say much, can he. “

The old woman raised her head and met the eyes of the nine heavens without fear.

"Besides...... The Sword Monarch's apprentice was not the only one injured. ”

glanced coldly at Fei Wenjun who was standing aside, and just as the old woman said, her injured right hand before had fallen off a lot of flesh and skin because of the battle, and her back was also cut by the crazy Yu Qinghui, and she stood aside for a long time, and the blood had already dripped a small pool of blood on the ground.

"If there is any difference in Qinghui's left arm, after the hundred doors talk about it, I will have to go to Mingxin Pavilion. ”

Throwing off such a sentence, Jiutian didn't look at the old woman again, and directly pinched a sword trick and hugged Yu Qinghui and left by sword. Seeing the two of them leaving, the old woman also pulled the chains in her hands and led Fei Wenjun out of the competition platform.

"Then ......" Before he could announce the results of the competition, both sides were already empty. Looking at the empty competition platform, the referee really felt a little embarrassed, but the result of the game still had to be decided and announced, so he had to announce to a group of oppressive onlookers and the empty platform:

"In the fifth round of the Hundred Doors Dao Dao Skill Competition, Fei Wenjun of Mingxin Pavilion played against Yu Qinghui of Kunlun Sword Sect, Fei Wenjun won!"

Seeing that the referee had ruled on the result, the onlookers had already dispersed, only Jiang Ying was still standing on the edge of the ring, staring blankly at the two pools of blood left by Yu Qinghui and Fei Wenjun respectively in the ring, and her heart was churning with monstrous waves.

Strong, Fei Wenjun is really too strong.

Whether it's strength, speed, improvisation, and a wealth of combat experience, she is almost unassailable. The most terrifying thing is that although she will be injured, she is not afraid of being injured, but will become more crazy and violent after being injured.

How can there be such a person?

And there's a little bit of weirdness...... Jiang Ying carefully recalled the brief battle between Fei Wenjun and Yu Qinghui in her heart, and found that although Fei Wenjun was known as a fire-resisting ghost, he had not used any fire-related spells in the game.

Last time, whether it was this time, she was fighting with the strength of her flesh.

And judging from the fact that she has fire poison in her blood, the little Dan flame attached to the phoenix vine that she is proud of as a killer will probably not be looked at by Fei Wenjun at all.

Rin Ice Vine can suppress Fei Wenjun in terms of attributes, but if he triggers Rin Ice Vine, I am afraid that he will not have the strength to control it in battle.

What to do, what to do?

Don't...... Do you really want to throw in the towel.

Jiang Ying looked up at the blue sky, and for the first time there was such a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart.

I...... What should be done?