On the ring.
Cao Yunxi's face was pale, her teeth were biting her lower lip, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
Her cultivation level is still suppressed in the Golden Core Realm, no matter how rich the combat experience is, it is impossible to beat Fu Jing.
Obviously, Jiang Ying wanted her to die tragically under Fu Jing's hands to please the Fu family.
No matter how Cao Yunxi resists, he can't escape the fate of death!
In the audience, the saint Mu Qingxuan looked at her from a distance, her lips slightly opened to say something, but in the end she couldn't speak, after all, she was hard to protect herself.
Suddenly, Mu Qingxuan remembered the distress letter sent to Ye Fan before.
If Ye Fan can bring a certain elder from the Cloud Sea Fairy Gate, maybe Cao Yunxi still has a ray of life, but it's a pity...
In Mu Qingxuan's view, Ye Fan didn't think about coming from the beginning, otherwise no matter how slow it is, it is impossible that he has not arrived yet.
Man's mouth, deceitful ghost!
Maybe Ye Fan’s promise to Cao Yunxi was just to talk casually, but Cao Yunxi took it seriously.
"Wow!"
At this moment, Fu Jing's figure flashed and boarded the ring.
In the first half matchup, Fu Jing's lower abdomen was pierced and severely injured.
However, she had just taken an earth-level high-grade spirit pill, and the wound had recovered as before, and under the action of the medicine, her strength had increased by three points.
"Little bitch, no one has ever hurt me! Now, I want you to pay the price of blood! Go to death!"
Fu Jing said, swinging the Cyan Frost Sword, her figure sprang out like a ghost, sweeping away the fierce sword aura.
Upon seeing this, Cao Yunxi hurriedly sacrificed the Water Spirit Orb, and said, Jiao:
"Bibo is endless!"
A person is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather.
In Cao Yunxi's view, even if he was undoubtedly dead today, he didn't want to just get caught.
However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.
With her current Jindan cultivation base, the divine passage technique she displayed was also greatly reduced.
However, if it was said that it was a turbulent tsunami before, it is now a turbulent stream at best, not worth mentioning, its power is more than ten times weaker.
"Huh! Little bugs!"
Fu Jing sneered as she danced the Cyan Frost Sword wildly, with the sword aura, annihilated the waves easily, and then slashed towards the Water Lingzhu.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound resounded through the audience.
The Water Lingzhu was originally a yellow-ranked spiritual weapon, and its quality was not high. How could it withstand the bombardment of the heaven-ranked gods, and instantly shattered and turned into powder.
"Puff!"
Under the induction of Qi, Cao Yunxi also spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood splashed on the skirt, like a blossoming blood lotus, adding a bit of poignancy to her.
After smashing the Water Spirit Orb with a sword, Fu Jing did not give up, but took advantage of the victory to chase, the sharp edge turned into blue light, and he smashed at an incredible speed.
Under normal circumstances, Cao Yunxi was able to evade this sword, but her Dantian was sealed by Jiang Ying, she could not show her strength at all, and her speed was much slower, as if she had transformed from an airplane into a van.
In desperation, she could only watch Cyan Frost Sword and pierce her body.
"She!"
The sharp blade entered the body, and Cao Yunxi's left shoulder was completely penetrated by the Cyan Frost Sword, and the domineering aura unique to the heavenly weapon also invaded her meridians.
The pain that deepened into the bone marrow struck in an instant, but Cao Yunxi did not yell like Fu Jing, but gritted his teeth with a stubborn expression.
"Ouch! Quite tolerable!"
Fu Jing jokingly smiled, and then violently rotated her wrist, and the Cyan Frost Sword that penetrated Cao Yunxi's shoulder blades also turned over.
Such a cruel method is comparable to the cruel punishment.
Rao Cao Yunxi couldn't help but snorted, his forehead puffed out with cold sweat, his face was pale, and his figure was shaky, as if he was about to fall down at any time.
Looking at her miserable appearance, a perverted smile appeared on Fu Jing's face, and then she relentlessly withdrew the Cyan Frost Sword.
Looking intently, there was a huge blood hole on Cao Yunxi's left shoulder. Blood gushing out like a fountain, instantly staining most of his body.
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, many of the disciples in the Xuantian Temple in the audience inhaled air-conditioning, their scalp numb, and they were completely shocked by Fu Jing's methods.
...
On the podium.
Fu Kuishan showed a satisfied smile on his face and said lightly: "Jiang Ying, if I'm not mistaken, you should have used the chopped hand to seal the little girl's dantian, right?"
"Patriarch Fu really has eyes like torches!" Jiang Ying flattered quietly.
"Good job! From now on, Xuantian Palace, our Fu family will be covered!" Fu Kuishan praised.
"Thank you, Patriarch Fu!" Jiang Ying nodded and bowed, his face was overjoyed.
Not to mention that Fu Kuishan is only one level higher than Jiang Ying, but Fu Kuishan is less than 300 years old this year, and he is definitely young in the world of cultivating immortals.
Maybe it won't take long for him to survive the third calamity.
One person can do it, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven!
At that time, Xuantian Temple could also follow the light.
The duel on the ring is still going on.
To be more precise, this is not a fair duel, but a one-sided humiliation, like a heavily armed special soldier against an unarmed child!
"Dead vixen, let you a man from this lady, now you know you are afraid?"
Fu Jing cursed, and furiously shot out a sword.
Cao Yunxi, who was badly injured, had no strength to fight back, so she could only run away in embarrassment, and the whole ring was stained with blood.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
With the passage of time, Cao Yunxi was already bruised and bloody, like fish on a chopping board, and could only be slaughtered.
In fact, Fu Jing could kill her directly with a single sword, but Fu Jing didn't do that. Instead, she treated this as a game like a cat teasing a mouse.
Only by making her suffer humiliation, Fu Jing can vent her resentment.
"thump!"
Finally, Cao Yunxi couldn't hold on anymore, and her delicate body fell heavily to the ground, her face gray, her eyes dim, and her pretty face was full of despair.
Fu Jing looked at her condescendingly, and said coldly: "Little bitch, with such a coquettish face, I will stab your face now and see how you seduce men in the future!"
After that, Fu Jing pierced the Cyan Shuang Sword again, aiming at Cao Yunxi's pretty face.
"Stab!"
The sharp blade tore through the air, like a sickle of death, sharp and harsh.
God jealous of the beauty!
In the next moment, Cao Yunxi's pretty face will be completely disfigured.
In the audience, although Zheng Zhanpeng coveted Cao Yunxi's beauty, he did not dare to stop him at this moment.
What's more... Zheng Zhanpeng has become a new generation of saint son, and he can do whatever he wants in the Xuantian Palace in the future, there is no need to gamble on his future for Cao Yunxi.
At the same time, Cao Yunxi closed his eyes and completely gave up resistance, waiting for the tragedy to come.
...
"Chang!"
At the moment of the moment, there was a sudden sound of a knife from the sky above the sky, like a sky thunder, rolling in.
Fu Jing only felt the tympanic membrane vibrated, the blood rolled, and the sword power suddenly slowed down, allowing Cao Yunxi to escape.
"Whhhhhhhhh!"
At this moment, a dazzling brilliance, as if coming from the Nine Heavens Profound Realm, was extremely bright, illuminating an unknown number of miles, as if it had enveloped the entire world.
In an instant, all the monks in the field couldn't open their eyes, and at the same time they were tight and silent, feeling an indescribable pressure, like an animal encountering a natural enemy.
Even real immortals like Fu Kuishan, Xiao Shoutian, and Jiang Ying have numb scalp and face changes wildly, as if they have noticed something incredible.
Only when you are on the scene can you experience the mighty power in it, which makes people tremble in the depths of the soul, and even wants to lie on the ground and worship.
"what is the problem?!"
Just when everyone was in horror, a big sword appeared in the sky as if tore through the sky.
No words can describe this big sword!
Above the blade, it revealed the power of suppressing the ages, sweeping the common people, and crushing everything.
Even at a long distance, many cultivators in the field can feel the domineering spirit, which seems to penetrate the stars and break through the ages.
One knife, Hengtian!
The world is terrifying.
Compared with this broad sword, the Cyan Frost Sword in Fu Jing's hand is not worth mentioning, and it is no different from scrap copper and iron.
Suddenly, the pupils of the fifth elder of Xuantian Palace shrank suddenly, his mouth widened, enough to swallow a duck egg, his face showed a of life, and he screamed hysterically:
"The burial sword, it's the stinky boy who is here!!!"
