The level of this battle is completely beyond what should be like in the semi-finals.

There are many disciples of the Qianyuan who are surrounded by the fifth arena, and those who react quickly and retreat in time are just bruised, and some of them react slowly and are directly covered under the ruins, and only then did they crawl out of the dust and ruins with the help of other disciples, and while mouthful of dirt, they turned their heads and looked towards the arena.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Who won?"

"It must be Senior Brother Wufu."

"I guess it's also a senior brother, that's the energy that the seventh-order mad martial artist has exposed."

"What about Ye Luo? The sword that Ye Luo used just now was really subtle and profound, it was terrifying. ”

"What's the use of being subtle and profound, Ye Luo should be dead."

"That is, with Ye Luo's cultivation as a second-order mad martial artist, it is too reluctant to control a third-order spiritual weapon that can only be used by the mad martial sect. Besides, she was so close to the source of the explosion that she must have been blown to a bloody pulp. ”

Everyone insisted that Ye Luo hung up, and it was God who won.

Si Yutian's heart was about to burst.

He no longer bothered to attack Yuxuan Zhenren and Yubi Fairy, and turned into a black afterimage, sweeping from the referee's seat to the arena.

As anxious as he was, there was also Si Jitianbao, who also turned into a streamer and swept over.

The four deans of Yuxuan Zhenren, Yubi Fairy, Jade Ghost Zhenren, and Yuyi Master were also very concerned about the final result of the battle, and followed closely behind Si Yutian and Si Jitian, and landed in the sky above the No. 5 arena that exploded into ashes.

Dust from rubble dispersed.

The dust settled.

The aftermath of the explosion and the aura generated by the sword pose has not yet dissipated.

The six people raised their sleeves at the same time, brushing away the aftermath of their energy, and the scene in the ruins of the arena was finally clear.

It was a spherical pit.

At the bottom of the pit, there is a man.

Two people, to be exact.

Ye Luo was above, one was clasping Shen Wuyu's shoulder, one leg was knocked on Shen Wuyu's waist, and the other hand was holding a jade flute, which accurately pierced the part of Shen Wuyu's heart.

The dazzling blood stained the jade flute red.

The heart shattered, and the blood poured out in small streams, like a small fountain.

Ye Luo's fair cheeks were also stained with a few drops of blood.

She was pale because of exhaustion; Her chest heaved violently with rage; Her lips were hooked with a smile as bright as Shura, because of revenge.

And Shen Wuyu, who was pierced into the heart by her sword, was not yet dead, Shen Wuyu's body twitched, his eyes burst to the extreme, and he stared at Ye Luo with an extremely frightened look, as if she was the most terrifying snake and scorpion beast in the world.

He opened his mouth, a muffled whine coming out of his throat.

He wanted to say something, but he was so shocked and painful that he didn't even have the ability to say the last words before he died.

"Oh? What do you want to say? ”

Ye Luo spoke.

Her voice was weak, and even her breathing was rapid, obviously overdrawn.

"Want to say I'm sorry? Too late. Ever since you dared to do that to my brother yesterday, your life has been mine. ”

After speaking.

Ye Luo held the jade flute with both hands and turned it vigorously in the opposite direction.

Just listen to the "poof".

It was the sound of the heart being completely crushed into bloody mud.