Bite!

When the cold man approached to the distance of less than ten meters in front of her, Ling Qianxue also moved, and her swing of the sword, on the sword body, seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and suddenly, a cold suction force was suddenly released from the sword body, and the direction of the blade was deflected.

"Fan Dance Meteor!"

Facing the sudden cold suction, Fang Ziyue's face changed slightly, and then the folding fan in his hand shook, and the astonishing blades on it suddenly shot out.

Her beautiful eyes shrank suddenly, and Ling Qianxue was also a little flustered about Fang Ziyue's sudden change of moves, but she was not without a countermeasure, the sword fell like raindrops, and the snowflake-like sword qi shifted away one after another from the blades that came from **** and brushed past her.

After avoiding the sudden attack of the blades, Ling Qianxue's eyes also became slightly cold, this Fang Ziyue's method was inevitably a little unbright, playing clever, it was indeed the strength of the disciples of the Wildfire Sect.

However, at this time, Fang Ziyue, who was opposite her, suddenly had a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Be careful!"

There was an exclamation from the audience, and Ling Qianxue also felt the sudden cold current behind her, and when she suddenly turned around, the sharp blade light that had been brushing past him turned back unexpectedly at this time.

Poof!

Although Ling Qianxue reacted quickly, firstly, this move was extremely weird, and secondly, she was injured, and these several blades still hurt her after all, and her originally snow-white and flawless dress was instantly dyed red with three blood marks.

Several blade lights shuttled rapidly in the air, and after a trip back and forth, they were taken back into the folding fan by Fang Ziyue.

Seeing the scene on the field in his eyes, Ye Xuan also stared at it, this Fang Ziyue's folding fan should have been manipulated, otherwise with Fang Ziyue's martial arts realm, he would not be able to do such a clever means of volleying away.

It's just that in this way, Ling Qianxue's situation is even worse.

And the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall on Ye Xuan's side, when they saw the blood-stained snow-white robe on Ling Qianxue's body, many people even exploded their lungs, and they only hated that they had no strength to let their own goddess be bullied like this.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Ling, I said a long time ago that you would admit defeat, so why bother. ”

In Fang Ziyue's eyes, there was no trace of pity, on the contrary, looking at the injured Ling Qianxue, it aroused his bloodthirsty heart and desire to play even more.

In this regard, Ling Qianxue only snorted coldly, if she screamed in pain, she was not the unattainable Yaochi fairy in the eyes of everyone, an iceberg beauty.

In her cold eyes, there was no trace of submission, and Ling Qianxue immediately cast the Taiyin True Scripture, the cold sword light, and in her hand, a sword was picked out towards Fang Ziyue.

"It's too slow. ”

Fang Ziyue grinned, he was finally convinced at this time that Ling Qianxue's injury was not light, plus he was injured unexpectedly just now, it was an injury on top of an injury, and his sword speed was too slow now.

The current Ling Qianxue is not his opponent at all.

The folding fan poked out like lightning, blocking the sword mangge, and then under Fang Ziyue's reversal, he counterattacked again, and the two figures began to fight at close range.

However, in Ling Qianxue's state, the result of such a fight was that there were more and more scars on her body, and in the end, even Leng Ruofeng and Yang Ting, who were in the front row, were a little unbearable.

The scene they feared the most finally happened.

Looking at Ling Qianxue, whose clothes were stained with blood on the stage, many disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall were silent, and there was some grief in their hearts, the other party was fighting for the honor of the sect, although Ling Qianxue had always been cold and arrogant, and many disciples had not even said a word to her, but the latter was supported and admired by so many disciples.

The peerless temperament and appearance are just appearances, and in front of him, the spirit of valuing the honor of the sect more than his own life is undoubtedly more convincing than the former.

"This stupid woman ......"

In Ye Xuan's eyes, the honor of the sect is just a virtual thing, and his personality has undoubtedly been more pragmatic, but now Ling Qianxue's fight is even a little touched by him, and he shook his head with emotion......

"Throw in the towel, don't struggle!"

Fang Ziyue's eyes sharpened, and he seemed to have lost his patience, and suddenly strengthened his offensive, this battle should also end.

However, at this time, a trace of essence suddenly flashed in Ling Qianxue's beautiful eyes, the sword momentum suddenly increased, and the attack suddenly became much faster, as if the strength of the whole body was instilled in this sword, making a gesture of last fight.

Taiyin True Scripture, Yin Wind Lore!

The cold distorted light shrouded Fang Ziyue's figure, and at that moment, Fang Ziyue's figure couldn't move, and was firmly trapped, and an astonishing sword light suddenly fell from the sky and slashed towards the top of Fang Ziyue's head.

"I want to turn the tables and dream!"

Fang Ziyue's complexion changed, and then the muscles in his body also swelled suddenly, and the black true qi was transmitted to his hands in waves, and on his body, it seemed that a layer of black flames had been ignited, and his hands stained with black fire were clenched into fists and hit out fiercely.

Boom!

It was as if a huge palm print burning with black flames slammed heavily on the sword, and the two collided violently, and the amazing fluctuations were also swept away in an instant.

Under the fierce collision, the black palm prints and the sword rays all collapsed, and the figures of the two also shot backwards.

Wow!

Unable to hold back the injury any longer, Ling Qianxue spurted out a mouthful of blood, her face was as pale as paper, obviously an old injury added to a new injury, and her combat power fell to the lowest point.

And on the opposite side, after Fang Ziyue withdrew more than ten steps, a trace of hideousness suddenly appeared on his pale face, and then his figure quickly stagnated, and then he swept out violently, attacking fiercely, and blasted towards Ling Qianxue, who was shooting backwards, without the slightest mercy to his subordinates.

"Did you still lose in the end?"

Looking at Fang Ziyue who was approaching, the meaning of despair lingered in his heart, Ling Qianxue at this time obviously had no strength to fight again, and after sighing slightly in his heart, he also closed his beautiful eyes, no longer struggled, and let his body drift backwards.

This scene made many disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall feel sad for a while.

"Win!"

On the side of the Wildfire Gate, a bright smile also appeared on everyone's faces, just waiting for Fang Ziyue to completely knock Ling Qianxue out of the ring, and this battle could be regarded as completely over.

"Let's go down!"

Fang Ziyue blasted out mercilessly with a punch, laughing fiercely, ready to destroy the flowers with his hot hands, completely destroy Ling Qianxue's self-esteem, and enjoy the thrill of victory, but just as his fist was about to hit Ling Qianxue's body, a palm suddenly appeared, holding his fist tightly, unable to hurt Ling Qianxue for half a point.

As soon as his complexion changed, Fang Ziyue's eyes turned, and a young thin figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

"You're a kid?"

Boom!

Seeing the face of the figure clearly, Fang Ziyue was stunned, the palm power of his clenched fist suddenly exploded, and he was caught off guard, and his figure was directly shocked out, stumbling back more than ten steps, and finally Fang stopped in embarrassment.

Behind her, Ling Qianxue also slowly opened her eyes, and the expected fist did not fall, which made her a little surprised, only to see that in front of her, I don't know when there was a young familiar figure, this figure was not strong, and even looked a little thin, but at this moment, it gave people the feeling that it was unusually stable.

"Leave it to me. ”

A faint voice came out of the mouth of the figure, the voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, so that the originally dim eyes also lit up again......