Chapter 11
The beating current in the system caused a moment of chaos, and the electronic sound could even hear human panic.
[Host, this is a plug-in! Plug-in! This will be punished by heaven! 】
Sang Yihuan looked into the air, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he rolled over, barely avoiding the attack, without bothering to mess with the system.
He persuaded: 'System, your mission now is to help Long Aotian reach the peak of his life. If I can't get the marrow-cleansing pill, and Xie Chao doesn't improve his meridians, your mission will completely fail! ’
After saying that, Sang Yihuan stopped hiding and propped himself up with his sword, clenching his hands and staring at the person in mid-air.
Disciples of the Changxu Sect must not be afraid or timid, and must not escape in the face of battle. She will never admit defeat, never.
Xie Chao needed the Marrow Cleansing Pill, and she also wanted to go home. Even if the system was unwilling to help, even if it cost her life, she would give it a try.
Turning around, waving the weapon in her hand, a huge whirlwind suddenly rose. The girl stood in the center, her hair was blown messy, but she didn't care.
The disciples around him watched this scene nervously. Xie Chao raised his head and stared at the people on the competition stage, his eyes focused, as if everything had disappeared, and only the beautiful shadow was reflected in his eyes.
Facing the unsolvable situation, the girl's weak body became tough. Xie Chao's eyes were full of care and looked up with complex emotions, including confusion, interest, and even a flash of uncertainty.
Everyone was sighing, thinking it was an ant shaking an elephant.
Song Ling smiled lightly, looked down at the people in the audience, and sighed softly: "Junior sister knows how to fight in a huge ravine. I admire her very much. It's a pity... In the end, there are winners and losers in every game."
With a horizontal movement of the jade sword, Song Ling Mobilizing the golden elixir, exuding strong spiritual power all over his body, he leaned down, and the majestic sword intention flowed down.
Sang Yihuan no longer evaded, and swung his sword, his figure jumped lightly, his clothes flashed through the air with a flash of purple light, and the wind was noisy.
I saw two figures on the stage overlapping each other, but before they could see clearly, they separated again.
Song Ling swung up to pursue him, and Sang Yi raised his sword to meet him. The two fought fiercely, and the flying and wanton sword intent caused a noise in the crowd, and the surroundings could not be seen clearly.
I only heard, bang -
the dust gradually fell, Song Ling stood on the stage, the jade sword pointed downwards, Sang Yihuan crawled on the stage, the corners of his mouth filled with blood.
The outcome is decided!
Seeing this, Xie Qingyan shook his head and sighed. On the other hand, Xie Cha had a calm expression on his face. He just held the tea cup with his fingertips and lowered his head to drink tea.
Song Ling said pitifully: "Junior sister, admit defeat. Otherwise...I can only kick you out of the competition ring."
Looking at her pitiful expression, Sang Yihuan coughed twice, struggled to support the ground with his hands, and tried to stand up. But her spiritual power was exhausted and she was no longer able to fight anymore.
