But Song Qingyun looked back in Sang Luo's direction and smiled at her, "Sheng."
The young man was dressed in Tsing Yi, his smile was dazzling and high-spirited. He knew what his senior sister was thinking.
The senior sister feels that holding the fifth seat is not worthy of him, but for the glory of the sect, he also wants to fight for it!
Perhaps in the eyes of the senior sister, he is a little junior brother who stands behind her all the time and needs her protection.
But he also wants to work side by side with his senior sister to safeguard the glory of Xuanyuan Sect!
"The Ninth Form of Chongming Sword Technique!"
Song Qingyun drew his sword and headed towards Lin Qinghan.
Lin Qinghan seemed to have never expected Song Qingyun to have such a strong explosive power. He seemed to have underestimated the enemy.
He tightened his grip on the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, no longer daring to underestimate the enemy. The spiritual energy surged out from the spiritual sea, and a flash of dark blue flashed across his dark pupils. Lin Qinghan used all his strength to strike the last sword——
"Immortal Slash!"
This is the second time he has used this sword.
The first time was in the life and death battle between the Demon Sect and Whistle Snow.
The second time is now!
Thousands of miles around were covered in ice and frost. Lin Qinghan flew up and met Song Qingyun's sword.
The sword energy surged in the air, and the two spiritual energy even directly broke through the spiritual energy barrier.
A figure flew down from the martial arts stage. Sang Luo did not doubt that he was there, so he flew up to catch him.
Song Qingyun suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and looked up at Sang Luo, feeling a little guilty.
"I'm sorry, senior sister, I lost."
If Sang Luo hadn't seen that he was injured at the moment, he would have wanted to slap him to death.
"Why are you comparing yourself to him? He is seven years older than you!"
And for a genius in the world of cultivation, he can do a lot of things in seven years!
On the martial arts stage, Lin Qinghan stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Song Qingyun from a distance, and spoke frankly,
"If I were seven years ago, I would not be your opponent."
Song Qingyun is very strong.
And that sword just now was reserved by him in order to compete for the top spot on the Xiaotian Ranking.
But Song Qingyun forced him to use the sword in advance.
After all, it was a competition on the martial arts stage, and both of them were serious about it. Naturally, it was impossible for Sang Luo to blame Lin Qinghan.
Chu Yanshu checked Song Qingyun's pulse, looked solemn, took a pill from his arms, drank it, and said,
"The injury is serious, go to Xihe Hall."
To heal his injuries, we have to rely on the spiritual energy of the big chun tree.
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In the Xihe Hall, Murong Chuxue was standing under the big chun tree in a daze.
Sang Luo and Chu Yanshu hurriedly came in from outside with Song Qingyun in their arms. Murong Chuxue turned around and looked at Song Qingyun in Sang Luo's arms, frowning slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"He forcibly improved his cultivation level during the battle and counterattacked his spiritual veins."
Sang Luo looked at Murong Chuxue,
"I still have to borrow my uncle's Xihe Palace to heal my wounds."
Murong Chuxue looked at Song Qingyun's injuries and asked,
"Who did you fight with? The one with the natural sword bone of Kunwu Sword Sect?"
Sang Luo nodded,
"yes."
Murong Chuxue glanced at Song Qingyun. In her impression, this young disciple was very talented, but his presence in the sect was not strong. In the past, he would only practice sword practice at Snowfall Peak. Even when he went out, he would follow Sang Luo behind him.
It's like a baby that is protected by others.
At this moment, he actually forcibly improved his cultivation level during the battle.
"It's quite bloody."
Murong Chuxue watched Song Qingyun speak, raised her hand to condense a stream of spiritual power, and penetrated into his body.
This makes her look like a disciple of Xuanyuan Sect.
Sang Luo looked at the approval in Murong Chuxue's eyes and silently closed her mouth without speaking.