Ling Yichen's pupils constricted at this moment, his fists clenched slightly, and he looked nervously at Ling Chuxi's figure in the ring.

The fifth princess also screamed: "Ah, Master, it's so dangerous! ”

Xia Zhuoyi looked at the scene on the stage calmly and did not speak.

A few swords stabbed, and Ling Chuxi finally forced back the wolf warrior. The round of combat just now was just between lightning and fire, but the danger was only cleared by Ling Chuxi, as long as the sword return just now was a little slower, as long as his battle qi was a little weaker, he would have already lost at this time. Looking at the whip mark on the ground, Ling Chuxi squinted slightly, if his feet were a little slower, what would be the consequences of this whip falling on his face. It seems that Lan Xinyu has decided to do her best to win this time.

The third-order demon beast is really unusual, and if it cooperates tacitly, it is enough to increase people's combat effectiveness exponentially.

Lan Xinyu bit her lip slightly and looked at Ling Chuxi, so she actually dodged it, but with her own strength, coupled with the assistance of the third-order wolf warrior, no one in the same level was her opponent, and next time, she would not be so lucky. This duel must be won! Because, she can't afford to lose!

Lan Xinyu's golden silk whip shook slightly, and in the crisp sound of silver bells, the golden silk whip emitted a thick and dazzling light. The wolf leaned down slightly, and there was a low whine from his mouth, and he ran around Ling Chuxi quickly, forming an afterimage. Although there was no direct attack this time, it brought an unpredictable sense of crisis.

Ling Chuxi knew that this time, Lan Xinyu should use her strongest blow, but there was no fear in her heart.

The Falling Dust Sword pointed straight at the sky, and the thunder and thunder were majestic, and in an instant, the air around the sky seemed to have condensed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, some people saw that the sword in Ling Chuxi's hand instantly flashed with a faint blue light. When I looked closely, it seemed that there was no more. So everyone thought it was just an illusion.

"Whew......" The wolf let out a long howl and pounced straight from behind Ling Chuxi. At the same time, the golden silk whip was swung at him again, and the white light tore through the air, forming an air tunnel visible to the naked eye.

Ling Chuxi stood still, his eyes flashed with cold light, feeling the bloodthirsty intent from the wolf behind him, and letting the whip shadow magnify infinitely in his sight.

"Be careful!" Everyone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, Ling Chuxi's sword also moved, drawing an even more dazzling light.

"Woo ......" A terrible wolf howl came out, and the tall and strong body of the wolf seemed to have been hit by a boulder, fell from the air, curled up in a ball, and kept whimpering in his mouth, struggling to get up, trying several times, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.

Lan Xinyu was still standing in place, a wisp of blood oozed from his clenched palm, and the golden thread whip had already flown outside the stage. At this time, Lan Xinyu's face was pale, her eyes were full of fear and disbelief, the Falling Dust Sword was slightly pressed against her throat, and Sen Han's killing intent penetrated through her heart.

The whole venue was silent, and everyone was stunned.

Defeated, Lan Xinyu was actually defeated, even with the cooperation of the third-order wolf warrior, she was still defeated, and she was defeated so simply and directly.

The light just now was so dazzling that few people could see Ling Chuxi's movements clearly, but just looking at the results, one could imagine how fast and strong her sword should be, not only seriously injured the third-order wolf with one sword, but also slashed Lan Xinyu's golden silk whip, which can also be seen how strong her ability to grasp the fighter is.