The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

"I haven't said that I will admit defeat yet." Po Wu held two hammers in his hands and looked at Shangguan Xingyue, who had lost half his life, expressionlessly in the audience.

He was about to attack with a hammer in both hands, but when he took a step forward, he found a horizontal knife against his waist.

Jiang Zhixia suppressed her anger and whispered: "If you dare to take another step forward, I will penetrate you."

Only then did the immortals react. Sima Lie quickly stepped forward to check Shangguan Xingyue's injuries. Pomu's hammer hit her on the lower back. She was unprepared and carried the 400-pound hammer with her body.

At this time, she could only see the air coming out but not the air coming in, and she didn't know if she could hold on.

Qiao Lang quickly called to his disciples to carry her down for treatment.

Minghuo stood up and pretended to be surprised: "Oh, I said I wouldn't bring him here, but Lord Demon Lord insisted on letting him come out and gain experience. I'm so sorry, Master Sima. We never stop fighting in the demon world until we beat him to death." Falling to the ground doesn't count as a loss, Fairy Shangguan was too anxious. Let's hope this game is a draw..."

"You!" Sima Lie was about to have a fit when Jiang Zhixia stopped him.

"Save her life first," she said.

Afterwards, she handed the Hengdao back to Mu Shenglan and left with Sima Lie.

Subaru Cang announced that the competition was terminated today. The rest of the matter will be handled by Xie Zezhi.

Shangguan Xingyue was seriously injured. Along the way, black blood kept pouring out of her mouth, but she was still unconscious, holding the Zhulong Orb that she wanted to return to Jiang Zhixia.

Jiang Zhixia told Sima Lie that the bead could save her life and let him use it as he pleased. Sima Lie thanked him and then went into the room to treat Shangguan Xingyue's injuries.

All the immortals gathered outside Shangguan Xingyue's room waiting for news about her.

After a long time, Xie Zezhi also rushed over. All the immortals gathered around him to ask for an explanation. He reluctantly said that Minghuo was willing to admit his mistake and would apologize and compensate Xuxuan.

"Is this the end?" Qiao Lang refused to give up, "They obviously did it on purpose. True Lord Zhaoheng, you can't let the devil bully us!"

After speaking, his disciples and the Xingchi faction also joined in the "protest" against Xie Zezhi.

"Yes!"

"You are the leader of the male immortals, you must seek justice for us!"

"Zhenjun Zhaoheng, aren't you afraid of them?"

"You saved Master Jiang so quickly, why can't you save other fairies?"

……

"What's wrong with you!? What are you forcing him to do!?" Jiang Zhixia pulled Xie Zezhi behind her and said angrily: "The fact that he was bitten to death by the demon world and fell to the ground was not because he was admitting defeat. The fight back was in a competition. Everything is reasonable. He can make Minghuo admit it. It's already hard to make a mistake, so what else do you want him to do? Kill Po Wu? Later, the demon world will use this as an excuse to think that he handled it improperly and start a war for you to fight? At that time, didn't you just shrink your neck and pass the blame off? Give it to him?"

Xie Zezhi was held by her, feeling indescribably moved in his heart, "Zhixia..."

"you shut up!"

Xie Zezhi: OK...

"Headmaster Jiang, the Xian family also wants True Lord Zhaoheng to deal with it impartially..."

"Handle it impartially? Speaking of this matter, I still want to ask you, Head Qiao." Jiang Zhixia interrupted him.

She let go of Xie Zezhi's hand... to no avail, so she brought him to Qiao Lang, "After Shangguan Xingyue won the battle, why did you stand in front of Xie Zezhi and Sima's leader? Xu Xuan won, why are you so excited? ? If the sight of the two of them hadn't been disturbed, how could they not have stopped Po Wu? You would have pretended to be good and let the apprentice blame others."

Qiao Lang's expression froze, "What do you mean, Master Jiang?"

"Ask yourself!"

Facing the doubtful looks of the immortals, he hurriedly explained: "I have been friends with Master Shangguan for many years. His daughter won, so I was naturally happy, so I stood up to celebrate."

"Really? You asked your apprentice to come to me to celebrate in advance?" Jiang Zhixia sneered.

"Don't be slanderous. I asked Shenglan to thank you. Is it wrong to still thank you?"

It wasn't that she doubted Mu Shenglan, it was just that the timing was a bit coincidental. When Mu Shenglan came to see her, Shangguan Xingyue hadn't finished fighting yet. Later, when Shangguan Xingyue won, she was busy talking to Mu Shenglan and ignored Po Wu's movements.

But how could Qiao Lang foresee winning or losing in advance?

While talking, Sima Lie walked out of Shangguan Xingyue's room. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his hair seemed to be whiter. He spent most of his cultivation and added the Zhulong Orb to stabilize Shangguan Xingyue's three souls and seven souls. It was just that her body was severely injured and her spine was broken.

"Can't it be repaired?" Jiang Zhixia asked: "Why don't you let my junior brother take a look, maybe the herbs can be useful?"

Sima Lie shook his head and said, "It's difficult. Po Wu's move uses a mixture of demonic energy. It's not as simple as a skin injury. I'm afraid she won't be able to stand up for the rest of her life."

He sighed softly, walked up to Qiao Lang and cupped his hands, "My apprentice is seriously injured now and can only be saved by a Fritillaria bottle. I also ask Master Qiao to help..."

Qiao Lang stroked his beard and said in a tone of voice: "It's not that I don't want to help, my apprentices have limited abilities. Besides, I just stood up to celebrate and some people said that I had ulterior motives. If I help again, I wonder what others will say? Forgive me, Pleiades Cang, for being powerless. But my spiritual spring can be opened to Xingyue to help her practice again."

"My Xu Xuan spiritual spring has never dried up!"

Sima Lie smiled mockingly to himself, begging them was like seeking the skin of a tiger, they had to step on Xu Xuan's head before they would let him go to help.

If he hadn't been eager to save people, he wouldn't have asked Qiao Lang.

Tomorrow, as long as he loses to the Demon Realm and becomes a stepping stone for Pleiades Cang, Qiao Lang will let his apprentice play.

He let out a long sigh and made up his mind: No cultivation or face is as important as human life.

Sima Lie saluted Xie Zezhi, said that he needed to rest, and then withdrew. The immortals also dispersed immediately.

Jiang Zhixia led Lingqing and the others back.

Mo Yan said that he saw Jiang Zhixia going up with a knife today and was so frightened that he thought she would take action.

"Please, am I the kind of person who has no scruples?" Jiang Zhixia rolled her eyes at him.

Killing him with a knife was just to vent his anger. He couldn't just let Xie Zezhi deal with all the troubles that followed. Then who has she become?

"You are really good at defending him." Lu Chennian said coldly: "He does these things, is he worth a few scoldings from the immortals for you to help him?"

Jiang Zhixia didn't hear the strangeness in his words, and said honestly: "The problem is not his fault. If the generals can't get it back on the battlefield, what can their civil servants get back from the negotiation table. If the immortal world is powerful, he is confused. Do you dare to be so provocative? Xie Zezhi is also very pitiful..."

Her tone was full of distress.

"Maybe he's just lying to you, but it's not what you see at all..." Before Lu Chennian could finish speaking, Mo Minxu covered his mouth.

"Indeed, Zhao Heng is quite pitiful." He smiled and glared at Lu Chennian, "After all, Xiaoliu, you're not going to kill him tonight, are you?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at her very seriously.

"Why are you looking at me like that!? There's no benefit to me killing him, so why do I do it?" Jiang Zhixia almost died unjustly.

Her image could not be saved.

Lu Chennian broke away from Mo Jinxu's hand and said to her, "I will go up and defeat Po Wu tomorrow and get back the Fritillaria bottle."

He wanted to prove to her that he was stronger than Xie Zezhi. What Xie Zezhi couldn't do, he could do.

"I can't tell, but you have a sense of justice." Jiang Zhixia patted his shoulder and turned back to the room.

At night, Jiang Zhixia tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she left the room to find Liu Mosi.

Early the next morning, no one in Lingqing saw Jiang Zhixia. Lu Chennian wanted to wake her up, but Liu Mosi stopped her.

"She told me last night not to call her, and that she would go by herself after she wakes up."

"What did you do at night?" Lin Yi asked.

"She came to me and came down the mountain and said she was hungry. Then she bought a bunch of colorful threads and worked on them all night, not knowing what she was doing."

Yu Yi sighed, "Then let her sleep well. This kid always stays up late all day."

In front of the main hall, the immortals had different expressions. There are those who are filled with righteous indignation and want to seek revenge from the demon world, and there are also those who are waiting to see Xu Xuan make a fool of himself. The ones who took the most pleasure in others' misfortune were Xing Chi and Subaru Cang. Lingqing is gone, Xu Xuan is the target of their suppression. They wished that Sima Lie would die in Po Wu's hands, so that they could take advantage of the Xuxuan chaos to separate their spiritual springs.

Qiao Lang sat on top, glanced at Sima Lie, who looked haggard, and announced the start of today's competition.

Po Wu took out the Fritillaria bottle and came on stage again. Minghuo said to the immortals: "We in the demon world never hold back in competitions. If any immortal family comes forward, they must hear Po Wu beg for mercy, and then the demon world will admit defeat. Otherwise, the competition will continue until one party dies. Everyone understands in advance, Don’t cause yesterday’s misunderstanding again.”

Sima Lie snorted coldly. He felt dizzy just as he was about to stand up, so he had no choice but to sit back.

Suddenly I heard a person say loudly: "I know."

The immortals followed the sound and saw Jiang Zhixia walking onto the stage holding Xu Xuan's eighteen-shaped dagger.

"Master Sima, I went to look for you and if you weren't there, I asked your disciples to get it. I'll return it to you later." Jiang Zhixia said, shaking the short knife and smiling at him.

Xie Zezhi's temples bulged. Why did he think she wouldn't come up when he saw her stopping yesterday? He had a sullen face and was more nervous than she was.

When Po Wu saw that she didn't fly up by casting a spell, he felt a little more contemptuous.

She doesn't even have enough mana to fly, so how can she win against him?

"Where is your treasure? Head Jiang." Minghuo hugged the beauty and asked from the audience: "Does your spirit have something more precious than a mother-of-pearl bottle?"

Jiang Zhixia thought for a while and said, "No, how about taking it on credit."

"What will you get as compensation if you lose?"

"Master Jiang never fails." She smiled.

"Okay!" Minghuo laughed, "I like arrogant gods. The more arrogant they are, the better they look when they lose. Master Jiang, please."

Jiang Zhixia retreated to the edge of the stage.

When the competition began, she spun the short sword out and inserted it straight into Po Wu's right arm. The Eighteen-刲罴dagger is a sharp weapon for killing demons. After the Wuzhong knife, the wound was extremely painful and it was extremely difficult to move his right arm.

The moment he raised his eyes, Jiang Zhixia was already close. She turned over and kicked him hard in the temple.

Po Wu was stunned by this kick.

Then Jiang Zhixia wrapped her arms around her elbows, grabbed the short knife inserted in his right arm and dragged him forward.

The short knife sliced ​​open his flesh easily, and Po Wu's blood mixed with demonic energy spurted out. In order to save his hand, he had no choice but to follow her forward.

But he was tall and strong.

Jiang Zhixia dragged her a few steps but couldn't hold her any longer. She immediately twisted around and pulled out the dagger from his arm. The blood followed the departure of the dagger, throwing an arc in the air.

She suddenly returned her hand and stabbed straight into Po Wu's left arm. She stood up again and kicked the handle of the knife, nailing the short knife to him. Pomo was in pain and was surprised that he couldn't lift his left arm.

From the beginning to now, in just a few rounds, his arms have been disabled by her, and he has not made a single move.

Minghuo stood up and stared at the stage, his body trembling slightly.

Jiang Zhixia didn't give Po Wu any more time to think. She suddenly pulled out the short knife, held the knife in her backhand and stepped forward to slash, then repeatedly slashed left and right.

Blood was splattered on the stage, and Po Wu could do nothing but scream.

She deliberately avoided all fatal places. After making twenty-one consecutive cuts, she raised her head and inserted the short knife into Pomu's abdomen.

Po Wu's whole body was dripping with blood, and he quickly retreated to the edge of the stage, holding his abdomen and arching his waist.

At this time, Jiang Zhixia had a horizontal knife in her hand that came from nowhere. She held the blade in her left hand, scratching her palm, and walked towards Powu step by step. When the blade was covered with blood, she stood still in front of him.

At this moment, Po Wu finally felt what fear was.

"I..." He only said one word when he begged for mercy, and Jiang Zhixia waved the knife indifferently.

He didn't know what happened, but he felt his body tilt unconsciously. When he looked down, he found that his legs had been cut off by her knife. The last scene imprinted in Po Wu's eyes was Jiang Zhixia holding a horizontal knife in both hands and slashing at his neck.

"Hey." Jiang Zhixia shook off the blood on the horizontal knife, kicked Po Wu's head in front of Minghuo, and said nonchalantly: "There should be no misunderstanding this time. What do you think, elder?"