Nan Tingwu glanced at Ming Xiyue disdainfully, and clutched the ice-blue sword towards the door in front of her.

Ming Xiyue turned her face sideways, she raised the red flame whip and wrapped the sharp sword of Nan Tilt Dance, and pulled her hand hard, throwing her long sword out of the ring.

The people in the audience exclaimed, "The princess of war is mighty!" ”

Everyone didn't expect that Ming Xiyue, who didn't exert any spiritual power, would be able to knock down the sword that had cultivated to be the peak of the first order of the Spirit King, and the people under the ring shouted rhythmically.

"The War Princess is mighty!!"

"The War Princess is mighty!!"

When everyone was shouting, Nan Tingwu's right hand condensed spiritual power, and in a moment, Shicai's ice-blue long sword was held in her hand again.

The people below fell silent.

“......”

There was silence.

Her sword isn't really a sword?

Ming Xiyue narrowed her eyes, this long sword was condensed by Nan Xiangwu with spiritual power, not a real sword, but condensed by spiritual power.

This made Ming Xiyue sound the alarm, it was impossible for the Spirit King's cultivation to condense weapons, unless she was a Spirit God cultivator.

"Look at the sword!" A coquettish shout.

When Ming Xiyue was a little distracted, Nan Qian swung his sword and attacked her, Ming Xiyue hurriedly dodged, the ice blue sword passed through her hair, and a few strands of hair slowly fell into the ring.

The hand holding the wine glass tightened tightly in the North Stygian Feather Ritsu, who was sitting opposite him, saw this scene in his eyes, and he provocatively raised the wine glass towards the Northern Stygian Feather Ritsu.

Bei Ying Yulu glanced at him coldly.

And Ming Xiyue in the ring dodged Nan Tanwu's attack, looking at the hair that fell in the ring, Ming Xiyue's eyes were warm and angry, and her eyes were a little colder when she looked at Nan Tanwu.

Her thin lips opened lightly, silently reciting the invisibility spell, and her figure flashed behind Nan Tan Wu like a ghost, raising the red flame whip wrapped in cyan spiritual power and slashing towards Nan Tan Dance.

"Dancing ......"

Nan Lintian's exclamation was interrupted.

"Disrupted the game, you fouled." Bei Ying Yu Yu Lu grabbed the apple on the table and threw it into Nan Lintian's mouth, blocking what he was about to say tightly.

"You!"

Nan Lintian spit out the apple blocked in his mouth, glared at Bei Ying Yu Law fiercely, and sat back in his seat angrily.

He looked at Ming Xiyue in the ring meaningfully, but he didn't expect that she was also a Spirit King cultivator.

Nan Tanwu didn't expect Ming Xiyue to move so fast, and her back was stiffly whipped.

Ming Xiyue raised the red flame whip again, and the long whip waved in the air, making a "whirring" sound.

A stick of incense in the bronze incense burner was almost burned, and Ming Xiyue planned to give Nan Tan Dance the final blow to end the competition.

However, when she raised her long whip and attacked her, Nan Xiangwu used her long sleeves to block the ice-blue long sword from the people under the ring, and at this time, the sword body did not know when it was glowing with a faint black gas, and stabbed straight towards Mingxiyue.

"Shhh It was the sound of the dress being torn.

Ming Xiyue looked at the dress that was torn around her waist, there was a faint black gas on it, she didn't have time to dodge, and the skin around her waist was scratched with a bloody mark, and there was a trace of black gas on it.

This is...... Demonic energy?!

Nan Tan Dance is both a demon clan?!

How is this possible!

Ming Xiyue swung her whip and danced southward, dodging to check the injury.

She was 100% sure that it was demonic energy, and that was the case with the demonic energy in her before.

Ming Xiyue, who had been hit by the demonic qi, felt dizzy and frivolous, as if she would fall at any time.