The entire Sifang Sword Party is extremely disgusted with Ye Bufan. Seeing him advance easily at this time, Jian Jubi will naturally not have a good look on his face.
And what he said was true to his heart. As long as he met the opponent in the ring, he would never show mercy and would definitely make the opponent's life worse than death.
Ye Bufan looked at him and smiled: "It's a pity that this is the end for you. You don't have the chance to meet me.
My luck is good, but you are extremely unlucky, so be happy!"
After saying that, he laughed and jumped off the ring.
"you……"
Jian Juebi's face turned livid with anger. In his opinion, the other party said this just to provoke him.
He no longer cared about this game. Qin Muyue was still an opponent originally, but now that Dantian has been eliminated, there is not much difference between himself and being directly promoted.
Until now, there was still no one in front of him, and he had not seen the shadow of the little witch yet.
Jian Juebi glanced at the audience: "Fairy Mu Yue, come up and fight!"
His words were actually meant for Taoist Wu Huo. Now all the other ring members have arrived, and Ye Bufan even won and stepped down.
Since Qin Muyue didn't dare to come, she should declare herself the winner directly.
In his heart, his Dantian was destroyed, and the possibility of the Qin family's little witch coming this time was almost zero.
Others also thought so, feeling that Lord Wu Huo could declare the winner of this game.
But he never expected that as soon as Jian Juebi finished his words, there was an echo from the other side.
"Okay, my aunt is here!"
Everyone was startled and turned to look, only to see a slim figure standing up in the corner behind the Qin family.
As one of the seven major families, the Qin family had hundreds of disciples coming to watch the battle.
Qin Muyue wore a large cloak with a hat, covering herself tightly, so no one noticed her arrival before.
At this moment, she stood up, threw her cloak to the side, and then jumped up to the ring.
"Oh my god, Fairy Qin is really here..."
There were exclamations from the audience. No one expected that Qin Muyue, whose Dantian was destroyed, would actually come here and dare to come on stage.
Jian Juebi was stunned for a moment, and then a disdainful sneer formed on the corner of his mouth.
As an immortal cultivator, he knew very well the seriousness of the injury caused by the destruction of Dantian.
Although the other party is here, so what? Can he still win a battle with himself? The little girl didn't know what he was thinking. She put her hands on her hips and the braid on her head was shaking non-stop.
"Jian Juebi, you are no match for me. Get off the stage quickly to avoid suffering any pain!"
This is the true style of the little witch. Before the injury, even though she was still in the middle stage of Immortal Lord, Jian Juebi was no match for her.
Moreover, this time it was a blessing in disguise that her strength had reached a new level. When she reached the late stage of Immortal Lord, the other party would not be able to catch her at all.
Qin Muyue said her true thoughts, but Jian Juebi didn't think so, with a sneer on his face.
"Fairy Mu Yue, are you trying to scare me?
I'm not scared, I really thought you were a martial arts genius before, but now you are a waste!
This bluff is of no use to me, so get off the stage quickly, or I will be rude to you."
His tone was full of sarcasm. In his heart, Qin Muyue used some secret method to temporarily suppress his injuries. The purpose was to bluff and make him admit defeat.
But how is that possible? The opponent's Dantian has been destroyed and he is destined to be a waste. What right does he have to bow his head?
But he never expected that the little witch would be angered the moment he said these words.
Qin Muyue was originally a martial arts genius who had never been born in the Qin family for thousands of years. Her Dantian was destroyed and almost turned into waste. Although she has been cured now, it still left a big shadow in her heart.
Now that she heard that the other party dared to call her a trash to her face, the little girl's anger was instantly ignited.
"How dare you say I'm a waste? How dare you be rude to me? Then I'll show you who is a waste and what rudeness means!"
Amid the shocked gazes of everyone, Qin Muyue's whole body erupted with overwhelming murderous intent.
"this……"
Jian Juebi was a little confused. Wasn't the opponent's Dantian destroyed? Wasn't it turned into waste? How could he still have such a strong aura?
But before he could recover, the little girl's figure had already arrived in front of him and slapped him hard on the face.
The speed this time was so fast that he had no chance to dodge.
He was knocked to the ground by a slap, his cheekbones were collapsed and his teeth were shattered on the ground.
"you……"
Jian Juebi's eyes widened and he was extremely frightened.
Didn’t it mean that Dantian was destroyed? Didn’t it mean that it had become a waste? How could it be so strong?
He had just felt clearly that the opponent's strength was so powerful that it simply crushed him. The Immortal Body Protector had no effect at all in front of that slap.
But before he could recover, Qin Muyue slapped the other cheek again.
"You bastard, I told you to call me a loser, and I'll smash your stinking mouth!"
With two slaps, Jian Jubi's originally handsome face had been beaten beyond recognition.
He tried desperately to resist, but under Qin Muyue's pressure, Xianyuan was beaten to pieces as soon as he raised it, and it had no effect at all.
In other words, he had no power to resist at all under someone's slap.
She was not called the Little Witch for nothing. She moved her hands unequivocally, snapping, snapping, snapping, breaking all his limbs one after another.
This scene doesn't look like an arena match between masters. It's a one-sided defeat.
Qin Muyue has been feeling aggrieved for the past few days, and now she will vent all her unhappiness, and the beating will be so painful.
"I……"
Jian Juebi has fallen into despair and knows that he is destined to lose and is no match for others.
No matter how shocked, no matter how aggrieved, this test must be overcome.
Seeing that he was about to be completely defeated, he opened his mouth to admit defeat, but as soon as he uttered a word, he was slapped back.
Qin Muyue had a playful smile on her face. You want to admit defeat before I feel happy. How is that possible?
So just like that, Jian Jubi was beaten until he howled and screamed repeatedly, but he couldn't admit defeat.
The rules of the game are like this, either you will be kicked off the ring, or you will bow your head and admit defeat. If you don't take advantage of both, the game will not end.
"What's going on? Are the people of the Sifang Sword Sect mentally ill? They've been beaten like this and still don't admit defeat?"
"That's right, why are you pretending to be tough at this time? There is no possibility of winning at all. Hurry up and admit defeat!"
People around him were talking a lot. Jian Juebi heard several mouthfuls of old blood spitting out of his ears. Don't I want to admit defeat? Is this little witch not going to let me do it?
So in front of everyone, the core disciple of the Sifang Sword Sect was beaten until he cried for his father and mother. It was too miserable to watch.
On the viewing platform, Jian Feiyang looked gloomy. Before this, he had never expected such an outcome.
But if there is no way, the competition is just a competition, and even if he is the great elder of the Sifang Sword Sect, he cannot stop it.
Finally, Qin Muyue was almost done with the fight. She clapped her hands and kicked the sword off the ring. This one-sided beating finally came to an end.
