The Red Silk Team never expected that the Yellow Silk Team would lose two of their backbones as soon as they came on the field. Among the entire Yellow Silk Team, only Murong Yilan was left as the leader.
Xin Yue stood proudly in the center of Qingshi Square. She raised her lips and smiled, almost enchantingly.
"Who else dares to come up? Hurry up, time waits for no one!" Xin Yue asked confidently, raising her head.
"Hehehe... Then let me come up and try it!"
Murong Yilan spoke in an extremely humble tone, but beneath that steady tone was a pair of stern eyes. It seemed as if they were about to devour a person's soul, full of gloom and terror.
There was a bang in Xin Yue's mind, feeling the fierce killing intent, and she couldn't help but shudder. She never thought that she would meet Murong Yilan. It's just that the rules of the competition are that you can't pick anyone. Who?
Whoever is willing to join will join, and the fight will continue until there is no one left in the team...
"Okay! I will sacrifice my life to accompany you." Xin Yue gritted her teeth and spoke.
Just as she spoke, Murong Yilan suddenly pulled out the long sword behind her. The sword edge drew a red half arc in front of her body, and the arc light was immortal. As if it had eyes, it moved rapidly towards her.
He attacked in the direction of Xin Yue. His aura was extremely fierce.
Xin Yue was caught off guard and could only form a barrier in an instant to protect her heart. But when she pulled out the Wu Zi fine steel sword, the red mysterious light was incompatible with Murong Yilan's heavenly level.
The red mysterious light resisted. The arc light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, destroying the barrier, breaking the Wuzi fine steel sword, and then struck Xin Yue's chest.
"Pfft..." There was a harsh sound of flesh-breaking, and a bloody light that was almost more dazzling than the red arc light suddenly sprayed out...
There is no doubt that Xin Yue is not Murong Yilan's opponent, but even if he is defeated, how to defeat is another matter. At the moment, Xin Yue is very unwilling to lose.
She knelt on one knee, holding the remaining half of the Wuzi stainless steel sword with one hand, supporting the ground. The severe pain in her chest forced her to bow her head and pant slightly. The wetness on her chest,
It was all thick blood. Drops of bright blood bloomed into clusters of bloody lotus flowers in front of her kneeling body. It was extremely dazzling.
Pan Niang burst into tears long ago and stumbled to Xin Yue. First, she gave Xin Yue a Lingxue Pill to treat trauma. Then Xin Yue treated the wound while blocking Murong Yilan's attack again.
attack.
Murong Yilan's cold and bright red eyes were staring at Xin Yue and Pan Niang opposite her, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she urged with a trace of disgust in her tone: "This is the competition venue, if she can't do it, go down and delay everyone."
Time is not good for anyone."
Hearing this, Xin Yue gritted her teeth and wanted to push Pai Niang away and continue fighting. But Pai Niang couldn't stand it anymore. She knitted her brows and stood up and shouted to Murong Yilan: "If you want to fight, fight me!"
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"Hahaha... You want to fight against Senior Sister? Didn't you see that the person next to you is so injured that he can't even stand up?" Zhou Hongyong regained his energy and started to do it behind Murong Yilan again.
As an afterthought.
Pan Niang frowned angrily, gritted her teeth, and stepped forward.
The spring breeze was blowing, mixed with a slight smell of blood. On the gray-white bluestone square, the blood stains were once again wiped away by Dongfang Yuan with a wave of his sleeves.
