"Yes, Sister Feixue, she is very ruthless! It is said that even heaven-level masters, anyone who fights against her will either die or be maimed. You must be careful!"
Xin Yue and Pan Niang were so anxious at the rear that they had no intention of healing their injuries. They just kept reminding Murong Feixue. They didn't want her to be seriously injured like themselves.
But Murong Feixue just smiled faintly, looked back to comfort Xin Yue and Yan Niang and said, "Just wait and see the good show."
With one sentence, the demoralized red silk team immediately lifted their spirits, and everyone looked happy and excited. Although they were still not 100% sure that Murong Feixue could defeat Murong Yilan, at least they were still confident about Murong.
Feixue held on to a glimmer of hope. Everyone stared closely at Murong Feixue, waiting with bated breath for the competition to begin.
However, Zhou Hongyong didn't take it seriously at all on the yellow silk team. He led the yellow silk team behind him to laugh loudly at Murong Feixue.
"Hahaha... Another one is here to die! Maybe she doesn't know yet that our senior sister is already at the third level of the Red Realm. Looking at the entire Haotian Palace, apart from senior sister, which other disciple has this strength?
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"It's just that you are overestimating your own capabilities! Don't even look at Xin Yue and Pan Niang. They almost died without a burial place, and she rushed here to die."
"Hahaha, when she loses to the point of defeat, she will look ugly!"
Murong Feixue raised her eyes and looked at those who ridiculed her. Her sinister eyes were as terrifying as bloodthirsty. But she did not argue irritably. She just said calmly and resolutely: "Don't be anxious, I'll be with you in a moment."
After saying that, Murong Feixue reached out and pulled out a red silk ribbon from the red silk team. While tying it on his forehead, he rushed towards Murong Yilan quickly. The speed was as fast as lightning, as if he was risking his life.
The leader of the death squad left Murong Yilan confused and slightly stunned...
Murong Yilan originally folded her hands, preparing to see Murong Feixue's angry expression as she was humiliated. But unexpectedly, Murong Feixue didn't care at all. She even tied a red silk scarf on herself to symbolize the beginning of the competition.
"You are a little evil person who is not welcomed by the family, what's the point of being proud of!" Murong Yilan put down her hand and mocked angrily.
But instead of stopping, Murong Feixue rushed faster and faster. Her momentum was overwhelming...
When Murong Yilan saw Murong Feixue rushing toward him, her heart suddenly pounded. So she could only hurriedly form a barrier, and then placed the long sword in front of her.
"You...you don't want your life? You, don't come over..."
Just before he had time to say this, Murong Feixue had already rushed in front of Murong Yiran. The strong wind followed and turned into Murong Feixue's invisible fists. Punch after punch, they hit Murong hard.
Yilan's chest.
"This punch is for Xin Yue!"
"This punch is for Pai Niang!"
"This punch was for Zhang Mingliang!"
The furious scoldings were as powerful as the punches she punched.
The first punch broke Murong Yilan's protective barrier. The second punch broke Murong Yilan's Xiuyue Golden Pure Sword, and the third punch hit Murong Yilan's chest.
It's just that Murong Feixue didn't want Murong Yilan to really die. After all, she was still her eldest sister in name. The reputation of parricide was still a bit troublesome for her to win over her confidants in Tianfeng Academy.
