A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 531 Sure enough, Junior Sister is still Junior Sister

The sharp blade stabbed down suddenly, completely piercing the little girl's body. Under the control of the power of the spirit of words, she didn't even have time to resist.

The thin and petite figure fell from the air like a butterfly with broken wings.

"hiss!"

Everyone below the ring gasped and looked at the scene before them in disbelief.

Is the ancient wild clan's spell-power technique really that powerful?

Or, the genius from Cang Yan City is just so-so in terms of strength, and is not as strong as the legend says.

"Fuck me!"

In Nanzhou College, almost everyone stood up suddenly, staring at the arena.

Qi Youqing's eyes flashed, but he didn't have time to think about it.

He keenly sensed a murderous intent coming from behind him.

The hand controlling the sharp blade tightened instantly, and veins bulged on the back of his beautiful white hand. It was like a cold sword reappearing in his hand, and as he swung it backwards, the sword's residual light flashed by.

The sound of "clang" is the sound of weapons colliding.

The Ru Han Sword barely blocked the Zhu Zhuo Sword that was stabbing from behind.

If Qi Youqing hadn't reacted quickly, this elusive sword would not have taken his life, but it would have seriously injured him.

Qi Youqing curled the corners of his lips slightly, and he said, how could my junior sister be such a bad cook!

However, he had not thought of using illusion array and puppet array to break the power of words.

The illusion array was used to influence his judgment, and the puppet array that had melted the blood from his fingertips was used to allow himself to be punished by the power of the spirit of words.

It is indeed something that most people would never think of.

Bei Wan's attack was fierce, and one could faintly see some of the heavy sword's fighting style. It was unstoppable, steady, accurate and ruthless. People dared not be distracted at all, and held their breath for fear of being defeated if they were not careful.

Qi Youqing bit the tip of his tongue, a slight taste of blood filled his mouth, and he continued to exert the power of words.

"break!"

"pause!"

The illusion array shattered quietly, and Bei Wan's figure seemed to be stopped by an invisible force.

With a "puff" sound, the sword pierced into flesh.

Bei Wan lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the clothes on her shoulders that were gradually stained red. The pain gradually spread, but it made her even more excited.

She used her toes to kick the cold sword that was about to stab her, and used the force to flip her body in the air and approached again.

He made a hand gesture and slapped the healing formation on his shoulder. Bei Wan did not stop the sword in his hand and continued to attack, forcing the opponent to accept the attack.

Bei Wan knew very well that if she wanted to win the game, it would not be difficult, as her senior brother's spiritual power of words was not something that could defy the heavens.

Before in Cang Yan Sect, Third Senior Brother had forced himself to become weak in order to practice the power of words. Her current strength was not much different from that of her senior brother, and the power of words could not easily end this battle with just a few words.

All that can be done is to use the power of words to change a key point in the battle, which will affect the whole body and thus play a role in turning the tide.

However, Bei Wan still experienced the power of the power of words in this battle.

Indeed...very annoying!

I finally understand why Fourth Brother was so irritable before.

My body feels stuck and seems like it's all rented and not my own, which makes me feel very depressed.

Bei Wan already had wounds of varying sizes on his body, and blood was scattered all over the ring.

Under the influence of the power of words, the body paused again.

Bei Wan showed a faint smile at the corner of her lips. She looked at the sword that was about to pierce her body, as if she was expecting something.

Qi Youqing's sword-drawing hand paused for a moment. He was too familiar with his junior sister, which meant that the battle between the two of them would not only depend on strength, but also on their understanding of each other and calculating what the other was going to do.

To stab or not to stab!

Qi Youqing hesitated at that moment, that is, at this moment.

Bei Wan stabbed out with the bamboo sword in her hand, but not at Qi Youqing, but at herself.

"Stop!" Qi Youqing hurriedly stopped him, but it was too late.

Blood flowed out of Bei Wan's body, dyeing the arena red. The bloodstains that seemed to be scattered randomly on the arena earlier, at this moment, burst into powerful formation fluctuations.

Undead Blood Field Illusion

A white mist mixed with light pink rose above the ring, blocking everyone's view. The referee entered with his spiritual sense, but retreated the next moment, gasping for breath.

The sea of blood was everywhere, and the sticky blood tightly entangled the human consciousness. If one was trapped deeply in it, it would be enough to drown the human consciousness. Damage to the consciousness was much more troublesome than damage to the physical body.

When the fog dissipated, two figures appeared on the stage, one standing and one kneeling.

Qi Youqing vomited several mouthfuls of blood, staining his light-colored clothes red. He knelt on one knee, supporting his body with the cold sword in his hand.

Bei Wan's face was as pale as silk, and he breathed very carefully. There was an unbearable pain in his throat and lungs.

She looked at her senior brother and felt that he was worthy of being her senior brother.

She is cruel, and her senior brother is even more cruel.

He was actually able to be inside the formation, and was ruthless enough to use the power of words on himself, forcing his own strength to increase again and again, and forcibly break out of the formation.

Now, both of them are miserable.

"It's too awful……"

Wei Chenyu looked at the situation on the stage, swallowed his saliva, and was really convinced.

This is just a game, is it necessary to risk your life like this?

This idea appears in the minds of almost everyone.

"The winner has not yet been decided."

Yu Jue stared at the two people on the stage and prayed silently in his heart that Bei Wan would not fall down.

In this situation, whoever falls first loses.

Suddenly, Bei Wan moved.

In front of everyone, she knelt down to her senior brother!

Bei Wan looked down at his knees: How terrible!

I finally got the chance to show off in front of my senior brother, but my knees failed me and I fell to my knees.