Approaching her would interrupt her decisive blow, and she knew that she was no match for her head-to-head steel, and she wouldn't deliberately unleash her psychic skills to avoid it.

Jiang Wanqing analyzed extremely calmly in her heart, and a hint of red faintly flashed in her eyes.

She already has a plan in her heart at this moment, even if it is extremely dangerous, but as long as she can win, it is enough.

"Although the choice is right, it is the last struggle that I can't help myself." Si Mochen sneered disdainfully, and the disgust in his eyes was from beginning to end, and if he didn't look down on it at the beginning, he would never look down on it.

A person with such a talent will not do anything even if he enters the immortal gate, he can't tolerate sand in his eyes, and he is still self-righteous.

"No, if the fight is not at the last moment, everything is possible." Dugu Yu calmly touched his white beard, and his intuition told him that this woman would not be as simple as it seemed, just by virtue of having innate sword intent, this bet already had the value of existence.

If you win blood, you won't lose money, and if you lose, he has no shortage of spirit swords.

"Yo, I can't help myself."

Seeing Jiang Wanqing coming over to die, Song Tongyu smiled coldly, and then gave up releasing the thunder sword that was about to be transformed, and the dark purple spiritual power turned into two thunderballs full of terrifying aura in the palm of his hand in an instant.

The moment the thunderball appeared, Jiang Wanqing's hairs stood on end, and the impulse to escape naturally rose in her heart in an instant, which was an instinctive warning of dangerous things.

But the arrow had to be sent, and for the sake of the final victory, vaguely the strange emotions in the deepest part of Jiang Wanqing's heart flashed again, and she almost couldn't see it and pulled her lips silently.

The "Water Shield Technique" released by Jiang Wanqing was like hitting a stone with an egg, colliding with the thunderball caused half of her body to lose consciousness, and her body hit the fog shield wall she had prepared in advance at the edge of the dueling platform like a kite with a broken string, so as not to fall directly and fail.

On the other side, although Song Tongyu has the absolute upper hand, her little face at the moment is gray and faintly smoking, as if she has been roasted in a brazier, and she is extremely embarrassed.

Her expression was stunned and incredulous for a moment, and when she reacted, there was only gloom and treacherous madness in her eyes, and she almost gritted her teeth with hatred and lost her mind.

"Ah......hh I'll kill you! Song Tongyu roared heartbreakingly, and all the spiritual power gathered a few thunderballs again, and rushed towards Jiang Wanqing, who was kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, her feelings are more than ten times more embarrassing than the first time she lost to Bai Tingting, after all, what every girl cares about most is makeup, and Jiang Wanqing focuses on this aspect.

Although it can't cause substantial damage to her, the purpose is to completely provoke her and wait for her to show her flaws and find an opportunity to turn the tables.

Feeling the numb half of her body that was still painful, Jiang Wanqing quickly stood up from the ground and pursed her lips to wipe the blood on the side of her mouth, like a swallow technique released a thrilling avoidance of Song Tongyu's crazy fatal blow, and then took advantage of the gap to make Song Tongyu in a rage defenseless and unavoidable.

The victory or defeat was known in an instant, and the exclamations from the audience were heard one after another.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is a bunch of crazy people."

Si Mochen had a gloomy face and directly flicked his sleeve robe and turned away, and in an instant a trace of regret floated in his heart, if he hadn't deliberately released his disgust just now, this woman would be a member of his Qingyun Sect now.

"Don't forget to bet, I'm going to drink in a week." The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect frowned and smiled, as if he had forgotten it, as if he had forgotten it, an extremely intimate reminder.

"Sect Master, do you want to ......" The disciples on the side wanted to speak and stopped, and the meaning of the words was self-evident.

"No, it's business as usual." The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect put away his smile and shook his head, his voice was low, in his opinion, gold will always shine, and it is not a bad thing to start from the lowest miscellaneous peak, what should rise will always rise, and it is good to look forward to it.

As the night deepened, the cool breeze was blowing, Jiang Wanqing sat alone in the corner of the deck of the flying boat, raised her eyes and looked at the broken stars in the sky, and slowly swallowed a spirit pill to satisfy her hunger.

With the blessing of the elixir, her injuries have recovered from the competition, and she still remembers that in the end, the heroine took the initiative to help her, but she refused.

It's just that Jiang Wanying's extremely worried face is too sincere, and there are almost no flaws to the point of being terrifying, it is estimated that what the heroine really thinks about is how to get rid of her quietly.

Secretly, an uninvited figure suddenly came into view.

"Your name is Jiang Wanqing, right?"