"Chang Ling, don't be afraid. Abi's voice came softly but firmly.

"You haven't done anything wrong, there's no need to be afraid. ”

The fox-like Abi appeared in her sea of consciousness, and her soft body gently rubbed against her.

A warm and soft touch came.

Chang Ling's breathing gradually stabilized, the roar in his mind gradually subsided, and the faces in the black fog were also distorted and full of unwillingness to melt into the black fog.

Her soul could still feel the pain that pierced her heart, but she could barely stay awake.

The second competition will start soon.

In the end, there are still some people who are good at soul attacks, and Chang Ling's next opponent is a strong physique.

Enduring the pain of his soul, Chang Ling quickly swung his sword.

In line with the purpose of a quick victory, Chang Ling collided with the man several rounds, and for a while, the audience could only see two afterimages on the stage.

Each collision carried a full force, and for a time there was dust in the air.

After a few rounds, the big man admitted defeat quite neatly, and a mouthful of blood stained his front placket red, and Chang Ling subconsciously took a few steps back.

Except for using the Yuan Sacrifice Sword to make a few cuts on this person, he didn't make any serious moves to knock people out of blood.

Is it difficult for this person to touch porcelain? There is no need to heal the other party in the fight.

The big man pulled out a rather pale and weak smile, and said: "The old injuries left by the last competition, don't worry, even if you can't defeat the opponent, the soul attack of the eldest brother can have a great weakening effect, but I didn't expect you to be in such a good state, you are really a hero out of a boy." ”

"Throw in the towel, admit defeat. ”

After saying that, the big man turned around quite neatly, jumped off the test table handsomely, but didn't stand firm all of a sudden, and rolled on the ground to reduce his strength and stabilize his body.

After he got up, he touched his nose curtly, and still smiled and greeted the people around him, if it weren't for his expression of being about to cry, it seemed that he couldn't see his sadness and embarrassment at all.

Chang Ling's third opponent also didn't take long to admit defeat.

This person is a law cultivator, and the first spell was interrupted by Chang Ling's sword light when he was still chanting, and the follow-up release of a few small spells could only interfere with Chang Ling, and could not cause any substantial damage.

It's no longer the time for her to sharpen herself, she's the only one left in the team in the short term, and winning is the primary goal.

Naturally, she wouldn't be stupid enough to let a Fa cultivator finish reciting the Fa formula.

After several harassments, the spell of the Fa Xiu was always interrupted in the middle of the recitation, and the whole person was not lightly attacked.

Chang Ling's offensive became more and more rapid, and no one knew where the upper limit of her spiritual power depletion was.

Of course, in the end, this law cultivator did not forget to put Chang Ling together, and the sword move with full momentum shouted out to admit defeat the moment it arrived in front of him.

With Chang Ling's character, he can't let this trick hurt a person who has already admitted defeat.

Naturally, he forcibly withdrew the Yuan Sacrifice Sword again, and the whole person fell backwards a long way, and his internal organs were full of hot pain.

Her attack power is really sufficient.

Chang Ling didn't know whether to be proud or sad at this time.

After the battle supervisors announced the victory, Chang Ling had already fallen on the test table, and it was a little difficult to even raise his hand.

But no teammates were able to come up to the stage to help her down.

The rest of the monks were happy to watch the fun, or wished that Chang Ling would die on the stage.

Abi stepped on its short legs, climbed up the test table with considerable effort, and arched Chang Ling with his body.

Chang Ling's consciousness was still awake, but it was too painful.

Whether it is the wound on the soul or the body, it hurts too much.

Chang Ling reluctantly raised his fingers and gently stroked Abi's back: "I'm fine." ”

Ah Bi dutifully played the role of an ordinary little fox, and he didn't dare to use his spiritual power, so he could only stalemate there with Chang Ling for a while.

In the end, the next contestant who was about to play couldn't stand it, and several people helped Chang Ling to the viewing platform below to sit down, and Abi avoided these people's hands quite dexterously and jumped directly on Chang Ling's shoulder.

Pure and powerful power continued to burst out from Chang Ling's body, quickly repairing her wounds.

It's just that the injuries on the soul are still a little tricky.

Ah Bi's spirit also penetrated into Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, helping her resist the black mist that was always ready to rush up and tear her apart.

A man and a fox sat there quietly, facing the danger that others could not see.

While repairing his injuries, Chang Ling did not forget to distract himself from the competition in front of him.

These people here, are likely to become her future opponents, the previous rounds of competition, for various reasons, she finally failed to finish the other people's competition, to this round, all players can already be called all the hole cards, every game is extraordinarily exciting and bloody.

In several competitions, the contestants spurted out their essence blood, consuming their foundation and life expectancy to continue fighting.

Fight until both sides are exhausted, staring at the scarlet eyes, holding each other's bodies like mortals, and hammering each other with their fists.

It seems that only the blood of the opponent can offset the exhaustion and pain.

As the players on the stage continued to shout, the sound waves of the audience also followed the loud cheers one after another.

The atmosphere in the venue was quite enthusiastic.

Especially when the victorious side on the stage seals the opponent's acupuncture points so that he can't admit defeat in a voice, and then rides on the person, punching and unceremoniously smashing on him.

Chang Ling bit his lower lip lightly.

These people, when they are victorious, wantonly bully the losers, and when they lose, they bend down and bend their knees to beg for mercy.

Chang Ling closed his eyes gently, not looking at the ugly and distorted scene in front of him.

Round after round.

The one who barely won in the previous round bullied the loser, and after being defeated by his opponent in the next round, he also enjoyed the same treatment once.

The blood on the test bench could not be wiped clean.

After a day's competition, several lives were lost.

There were not a few members left in each team, and some of those who survived were unconscious, and some were covered with deep wounds that could be seen in the bones.

It's tragic.

Chang Ling was already able to get up and walk in front of her, and she hurriedly left the closed and oppressive venue.

There was a faint cry behind him, and the few cries came from the mortal slaves of the dead.

Mortals who become ownerless in Qingzhou may end up a little more tragic than their masters.

Chang Ling only felt that her chest was a little blocked, in such a world, even if she had already recognized the essence, every time she looked at it, it was still an irrepressible heartache.

Chang Ling's next round of competition is a month later.