Ice Phoenix of Douluo

Chapter 253 Sneak Attack
Xue Leihan put aside the white paper handed out by the Wuhun Palace, and sighed wearily.

There are only a dozen or so sects left, and more than half of them are Wuhundian forces.

There were only a few familiar names on the paper, Blue Lightning Overlord Sect, Sanren Alliance, and Tang Sect.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect directly conceded defeat in the competition. Although they didn't have a wonderful soul fight, they still won a lot of applause and respect.

The disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School are indeed very humble and cultivated.

Except for those familiar sects, the rest are almost all the forces of Wuhundian.

Xueleihan pointed to the wooden table in front of her eyes.

Then the Pope probably wouldn't put all his hopes on others, given Bibi Dong's character, he probably wouldn't believe that his subordinate forces could win the position of one of the top three sects.

Well, what she can do is infiltrate.

Infiltrate your own personnel into a sect, and rely on the disciples and students of Wuhundian to fight, so that the direction of Wuhundian will be at ease.

But, who is this infiltrated sect?

Xue Leihan narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously thinking.

Every sect behaved very ordinary, very ordinary, without any abnormality.

Without any, Wuhundian joined to replace the original disciple's appearance.

"Should I say that it really is worthy of the Spirit Hall?"

Xueleihan snorted.

And the rules of the competition have also changed from the original four people to a life-and-death struggle between two people.

Life and death, each lives in peace.

This made Xue Leihan heave a sigh of relief, because he didn't have to meet those three people besieging Xiaoyao Sword Sect disciples at the same time.

However, life and death?

Does it seem too cruel for disciples?

Xue Leihan stood up, looked at the last ray of sunshine outside the balcony, and took a deep breath.

Life and death are indeed the destiny of each.

. . . . . .

"You have no chance of winning, surrender."

Sun Changxiao said coldly to the disciples of the powerful sect of the Wuhun Palace in front of him.

"cut."

The young man spat, took out a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

The self-generated soul power and injuries were immediately relieved a lot.

"Ah, is it a pill?"

Sun Changxiao shrugged boredly, because the rules of the competition allowed the use of pills in the arena, so there were indeed many sect disciples who brought pills that could heal injuries or restore soul power to the ring.

Although Sun Changxiao has it, he has never used it.

For him, if he used the elixir, his heart had already been lost.

The Tianxing sword was held in his hand again, with a cold light shining.

The opponent has already used the elixir, and the soul power is slowly recovering, so the opportunity is now!
"Sword."

Sun Changxiao took a sword flower and rushed straight towards the young man.

The young man let out a smirk, and the ghost wolf possessed him again, nestled me with a pair of sharp claws, and also rushed towards Sun Changxiao.

"Die!"

His mouth was slightly opened, and there was a popping sound, and a silver needle flew out of his mouth, heading straight for the top of Sun Changxiao's head.

Sun Changxiao didn't dodge or dodge, and continued galloping at the original speed, with the fifth soul ring behind him blooming with black light.

The silver needle stopped in front of Sun Changxiao's forehead, and then was shattered by the sword energy.

"You can control your own sword energy, damn it."

The young man cursed angrily, grabbed Sun Changxiao's left chest straightly.

Sun Changxiao was slightly taken aback, it seems that the other party is also a person who knows the goods.

A gust of wind hangs from the Tianxing sword, blocking it in front of his chest.

"clang!"

Sun Changxiao blocked the grab with a sword casually.

But the aura behind him is getting stronger and stronger, gradually carrying a trace of indestructible determination.

"This is!?"

"This is my fifth soul skill, Heavenly Nine Swords, kill!" Sun Chang laughed angrily.

The light and shadow of the eight swords floated behind him, merging into the Tianxing sword.

"kill!"

The Tianxing sword slashed nine arcs in an instant, which is equivalent to nine Tianxing swords slashing at the opponent in an instant!

"Puchi puff puff."

Nine bloodstains, nine wounds, blood flowing.

The young man's pupils were a little dizzy, but the martial soul possession had not been released, and his claws were still trembling.

Sun Chang smiled and put the sword back into its sheath, and gave him a faint look.

If the young man hadn't taken the initiative to kill just now, maybe Sun Changxiao wouldn't even use the fifth soul ability with such a huge lethality.

Slashing nine swords in an instant, only sensitive attacking soul masters and people with higher soul power levels than him can barely dodge or parry.

But for a young man with a strong attack system soul master who does not dodge or evade the attack, the only consequence is to be cut off with nine sword marks.

The referee at the side quickly said loudly: "Xiaoyao Jianzong wins!"

Sun Changxiao nodded when he heard the words, and then walked down the ring slowly.

"careful!"

I don't know who yelled, Sun Changxiao was slightly taken aback, and then the weak warning signal sounded.

The Tianxing sword was unsheathed and blocked behind him.

"Bah!"

Sun Changxiao was attacked by the young man and flew out of the ring and fell to the audience.

boom!
"Che, didn't you succeed?"

"Snapped!"

A slap fell from the sky, and a slap hit the young man's chest.

This palm completely destroyed the young man's soul power, and completely destroyed the soul power channel in the body.

In other words, this young man never wants to be promoted to another level in his life!
"What do you mean?"

Xue Leihan appeared on the ring, looking coldly at the referee at the side.

"What do you mean?"

The referee was also a little uncomfortable being stared at like this, and replied coldly.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you, after all, he is the sect of the Wuhun Palace."

Xueleihan snorted, turned her gaze back to the young man who was lying in the pool of blood, and a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes.

To sneak attack after announcing the end of the game, you should kill!

"You actually shot at the junior, do you still want to show your face?"

A beautiful woman came up from the sect of the young Kang family, checked the disciple's injuries, and shouted at Xuelei Hanjiao.

"Sneak attack after the game, and now you still pretend to be ignorant, your sect, do you want to show some face?"

Xue Leihan sarcastically said.

The Blue Rose Sword was slowly unsheathed, and the ring was immediately enveloped in a field of ice and snow.

He glanced aside, seeing Jian Wuhen made a gesture of nothing serious to him, he was relieved.

Fortunately, he was reminded in time, otherwise Sun Changxiao, that brat, would really die on the spot.

The female elder took a step back, Wuhun showed a soft whip, and took a blow from the air.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Xue Leihan taunted: "With the soul power of your three-legged cat, a soul sage who has not even reached level 75 is qualified to challenge me?"

"Hmph." The female elder snorted, and seven soul rings appeared behind her.

"What do you want to do?"

The referee at the side roared angrily, and the coercion of the Title Douluo immediately blew away the original coldness in the ring.

(End of this chapter)