This time, He Tian no longer held back. The spiritual pressure belonging to the second level of Xuantian realm enveloped the air.
"Humph, this kid is dead!"
"So what if I break through to the Xuantian realm? Isn't it still no match for Senior Brother He?"
"Overlord Slash!"
The mighty sword energy struck in the air, leaving a deep mark on the stage with a bang.
Ling Xuewei was directly thrown away by the violent air wave, her body spun several times in the air, and landed on the stone pillar on the side.
He Tian raised his head.
The sun was shining, and Ling Xuewei's figure was bathed in the light and shadow, making it extremely dazzling.
Looking at this scene, He Tian couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, flew away, and struck again with his sword!
Bang!
Bang!
His attacks became more and more fierce, but Ling Xuewei was like a slippery loach, unable to hit her.
Gradually, Hetian's aura began to become messy and his offensive gradually weakened.
That's it now!
He Tian's eyes flickered, he ducked, he was already approaching, he spun around and kicked him away!
The blow was caught off guard and hit him right in the chest! He Tian flew upside down and was about to fall off the wind and cloud platform.
"Senior Brother He, be careful!"
He Tian was shocked. He took out the whip from his storage bag, tied it to the stone pillar, spun around, and finally returned to the stage.
But before He Tian could stand firm, Ling Xuewei attacked again!
A cold dagger was pressed against his neck.
"You lost."
No one expected that the duel would end with this result.
When did Ling Xuewei appear?
How could she be so fast? A series of attacks, fast and accurate, obviously very accustomed to this kind of fighting scene, and very experienced, otherwise how could He Tian fall into her hands?
There was silence below, and then there was a burst of cheers.
"Okay! Well done, boy!"
"He really succeeded! Did you see it just now? His speed is no worse than He Tian! This kid has a lot of moves!"
Of course there are different voices.
"How is it possible? He...defeated Senior Brother He?"
"He must have used some despicable means!"
…
The one who couldn't believe it the most was He Tian. In the blink of an eye, he was defeated?
No matter what, he couldn't accept it!
Just when I was about to move, my neck hurt.
"Don't move! Otherwise, if my hand shakes and I accidentally hurt you, it won't be my fault."
"How dare you!"
"You can try."
Ling Xuewei's calm voice made He Tian feel uneasy. This guy always acted irrationally, maybe he really dared to do this.
"Hurry up and let go of Senior Brother He!"
"You don't want to hang out anymore, right? If you dare to hurt Senior Brother He, we won't let you go!"
"I remember that before you went on stage, you signed a life and death certificate, right? So if there is any accident, you can't blame others, right?"
Ling Xuewei's voice made Hetian's heart tremble.
"You, you, you dare! If you attack me, my family will not let you go! If you know yourself, let me go, and I can forget the past..."
As he spoke, an anxious face suddenly appeared in his sight.
He Tian's eyes flashed, and a hint of gloom suddenly flashed across his eyes.
While everyone's attention was on Ling Xuewei, a cold light shot out from her sleeves and shot directly towards Qiao Ran in the audience.
"careful!"
When Ling Xuewei found out, it was already too late.
The cold light was about to hit Qiao Ran's eyebrows, but at the critical moment, Shi Hou stood in front of him!
With a puff, Shi Hou fell down!
Blood kept pouring out of his chest.
"ah!!"
"Brother Shi!"
Qiao Ran exclaimed in surprise, catching Shi Hou's limp body and was completely stunned!
At the same time, He Tian forcefully broke away from Ling Xuewei, and there was a click in his sleeve, a sound similar to the activation of a concealed weapon, "Go to hell!"
With a few swish sounds, a dozen silver needles flew towards
Ling Xuewei's eyebrows were cold, and her body flashed through the afterimages in the air, dodging the silver needle attacks, and then suddenly disappeared!
He Tian was startled when he saw Ling Xuewei, who had disappeared, suddenly appear in front of him.
Cold eyes with no warmth.
It's like looking at a dead person.
"you……"
Suddenly, my neck felt cold, and some bright red liquid flew out, and the front of me was even scarlet.
Blood spilled into the air, tracing a strange arc.
Hetian's body froze, and then he was kicked out!
However, this is not over yet.
With a whoosh, Ling Xuewei's figure arrived in an instant, grabbed He Tian's collar and dragged him back.
Then, he punched him hard on the bridge of the nose.
Blood flowed out instantly.
Then there was a dull sound of fists hitting the flesh. Ling Xuewei's body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the fists hit his face without even looking at other places.
Only face.
Once, and again.
The delicate face was expressionless, and in the eyes of everyone at this moment, he looked like a life-threatening Shura.
After a while, He Tian's face was covered with blood, and he was out of breath.
But Ling Xuewei still didn't stop.
At some point, it was almost eerie quiet outside the venue.
All you could hear was the dull sound of fists hitting faces on the field. Everyone was stunned.
Especially when he saw Ling Xuewei's face as cold as frost, he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine.
Until a loud shout came from the distance, "Stop!!"
Then a powerful spiritual pressure swept over and hit this side!
Bang!
The stage was instantly filled with dust.
An old man wearing sect robes appeared. When the outer disciples saw him, they immediately saluted, "See Elder Shi!"
This person is none other than the elder of the outer sect and He Tian’s master, Shi Xiusheng.
"Elder, you are finally here!"
When Hetian's doglegs saw this, they became energetic, as if they had found a pillar of support.
Shi Xiusheng didn't care about anything else. He only looked at the stage. The smoke and dust on the stage dispersed, revealing Ling Xuewei's figure. He Tian was kneeling on the ground with his back to him, his face covered with blood, and he was already dying.
Looking at this scene, Shi Xiusheng was furious, "How outrageous! Don't let go now!"
Ling Xuewei's eyes were cold, "Why should I let him go?"
It seems that Ling Xuewei dared to refute. You know, this is an elder from the outer sect, a disciple of Qingxuan Academy. Why would you dare to question the elder?
Crazy?
"Xiao Mo..." Qiao Ran hugged Shi Hou. On the one hand, he was worried about Brother Shi's injury. On the other hand, he was worried about Ling Xuewei on the stage. He was completely panicked.
"Doctor! Get the doctor quickly!"
"Hurry and save people!"
"Get out of the way!"
Zhuo Yuan stepped forward, quickly tapped several acupuncture points on Shi Hou's body, and then fed him a pill, but his expression remained solemn.
This injury... is too serious, I'm afraid...
"Please, we must save Brother Shi!"
"He... hurt his heart, I'm afraid he has already..."
Everyone's faces turned pale.
Especially Qiao Ran, the color on his face had completely faded.
These words naturally reached Ling Xuewei's ears.
Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a storm brewing.
"If you are wise, let him go, otherwise I will make you pay with blood!"
Shi Xiusheng spoke every word, and powerful spiritual pressure emitted from his body, pressing directly on the stage.
