"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and save people!"
The head of the He family suddenly roared, pushed the head of the Wu family away, and rushed straight to the ring.
Seeing his appearance, everyone present could not help but be stunned.
What's going on?
The person who hurt this person is obviously a monk from the He family. Why is the head of the He family still worried?
Just as they were thinking, they saw Xiaoyao Jushi rushing up and taking Qiao Niannian.
Qiao Niannian's clothes were almost soaked with blood, and the breath in front of him was very weak. However, even so, he still did not let go of the sword in his hand.
Xiaoyao Jushi helped him and placed him on the ground, trying to send him spiritual energy from his heart. However, before his hand could touch his wound, Qiao Niannian suddenly started to struggle.
"I, I didn't lose."
He spit out a mouthful of blood and said vaguely, "You guys, please leave me alone."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
The head of the He family even wrinkled his face into a ball, his face full of helplessness.
How long has it been since you lost your life, and you still want to compete with monks from high-end aristocratic families to win or lose?
"Master Qiao, please stop being stubborn, nothing is more important than your life. You treat first..."
"Peng."
Before the head of the He family could finish speaking, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him.
"ah......"
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of everyone exclaiming.
Noticing their expressions, the head of the He family couldn't help but be stunned.
He slowly turned around, wanting to find out what was going on, but the next moment, he was completely stunned.
At this time, the monks from the Qiao family also ran onto the ring and took Qiao Niannian from the arms of layman Xiaoyao who had stopped bleeding.
Qiao Niannian's face was pale and her breathing was still weak, but her eyes staring ahead were surprisingly bright, and an almost crazy smile appeared on her face.
Xiaoyao Jushi walked forward slowly, looked at the person collapsed on the ring, and thought in his heart.
Strange, he just saw clearly that the tip of Qiao Niannian's sword did not touch him. How could it be?
Thinking about it, he passed the head of the He family, walked to the man's side, and gave him a gentle push.
The next moment, Xiaoyao Jushi's usual calm expression completely collapsed and was replaced by one full of shock.
I saw that the man who was still arrogant before had completely lost his vitality at this time. Before he died, he didn't even make a sound, and his wide-open eyes were full of surprise.
Xiaoyao Jushi glanced at his body and his eyes fell on his neck.
There was only a thin sword mark on his neck, as thin as a thread, and there was not much blood, but he was still dead.
He died from this invisible wound.
"What's wrong?"
At this time, a weak voice came from behind him, which seemed to be a little childish.
Xiaoyao Jushi suddenly came to his senses and suppressed the shock on his face.
He turned around, glanced at Qiao Niannian with unknown meaning, and nodded slowly, "He is dead."
After the words fell, everyone was dumbfounded.
The senior monk from the He family, who was standing in the position of the He family, no longer cared about pretending and rushed directly to the ring to check the injury.
"This, how is this possible?!"
Soon, voices full of surprise and doubt came from their side.
Immediately afterwards, someone grabbed Xiaoyao Jushi by the collar and asked angrily, "There must be something wrong with this! This kid's sword didn't even touch my junior brother, how did he die?!"
