My precious disciple doesn’t want to admit defeat, so as his master, he naturally has to support him.
Although he is a young disciple and has not officially started practicing for a long time, he is actually calm and mature in character and has his own ideas.
She is by no means a stubborn and stupid person. She would rather hit the south wall and get a bloody head than turn around and admit defeat.
The reason why she is so persistent must be because...she still has hope of turning around!
Elder Xuanhai slowly clenched his fists and stared at the field without blinking.
Ye Xiyue wandered back and forth between the three figures, fighting with them respectively. There was more and more blood on his body and on the ground, and his breath gradually became weak, which made his heart ache.
But he still didn't speak.
Bang—puff!
There was a muffled sound, but it was Ye Xiyue who was punched in the lower abdomen by one of Song Yihan!
She took a few steps back, her throat rolled, she spit out a mouthful of blood, and her face turned pale.
Song Yihan looked at her and smiled coldly.
"Miss Ye, you've come to this point, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"
Ye Xiyue raised her hand and slowly wiped away the blood on the corners of her lips.
Hearing this, she moved for a moment, then raised her head.
She smiled as if she heard some joke.
"You want me to give up my position with this little trick? Song Yihan, you are thinking too well."
Song Yihan's face turned cold.
"Ye Xiyue, I am doing this for your own good. Don't be ignorant of good and evil."
In this final, as long as no one is killed, you can attack each other by any means.
As long as he thinks about it, he has many ways to make Ye Xiyue pay a heavy price and make life worse than death!
Unfortunately, she seems not smart enough.
Ye Xiyue didn't take his threat seriously.
She licked her lips, and the rich smell of blood between her lips and teeth was almost dizzying.
Then, she flashed, rushed towards Song Yihan who was standing in the middle, and swung her sword down!
laugh--
Song Yihan's figure was split into two halves, and then disappeared suddenly.
Another phantom.
There was a sigh of relief from the viewing platform.
Missed.
Still missed.
According to this method, Ye Xiyue would never be able to guess which one is the real Song Yihan.
"I have said before that you don't have to struggle, because it is all in vain. Unfortunately, you are too self-righteous!"
Song Yihan's voice came from three directions behind him and poured into his ears.
At the same time, three cold winds hit Ye Xiyue at the same time - but it was three Song Yihans who all raised their swords to stab Ye Xiyue!
The difference is that these three swords stabbed at different locations around Ye Xiyue's body!
Behind the scenes!
Waist and abdomen!
And - ankles!
There is plenty of power on it, but if it falls, the consequences will be disastrous.
Amidst the lightning and flint, there seemed to be flames rising from the bottom of Ye Xiyue's eyes!
Then, without any hesitation, she turned around and attacked Song Yihan who was slashing at her back!
A strange and cold smile suddenly appeared on Song Yihan's face.
The smile was fleeting, but it was still captured by Ye Xiyue.
However, when she looked at him, she didn't show any panic.
Song Yihan vaguely felt something was wrong.
Then, he saw that the girl suddenly smiled.
Like flowers blooming in spring, bright and bright.
Song Yihan was suddenly stunned.
What is she laughing at?
She already——
No! Where's that monster? Wasn't it always on Ye Xiyue's shoulder before? Why is it missing now?
Song Yihan suddenly heard alarm bells ringing in his heart!
Immediately afterwards, he felt his shoulders sink.