Mrs. Fox is too serious!

Holding a sword in one hand, Jiang Xundao tore off a strip of cloth from his sleeve, bit one end with his teeth, and tied it to the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding. Then he looked up at Leng Yunkang who was standing opposite. But what Leng Yunkang said is also right, it was her negligence that she was distracted and attacked in the ring, and there is nothing to blame Leng Yunkang: "Since you have made a move, be serious and show your true skills , or just make me look down on you."

Leng Yunkang smiled and shook his head. After wiping off the blood on the sword, he said with a helpless smile, "Little nun, don't blame me."

Jiang Xundao nodded with a sullen face: "This is in the arena, and it's not uncommon to get injured in competitions. Of course, I can't blame you. Let the horse come here."

Leng Yunkang frowned, pointing the tip of his sword at Jiang Xundao: "You have to be careful with my sword."

Just now Jiang Xundao had seen the power of Leng Yunkang's magic weapon, and it was impossible to be negligent at this time. She held her breath and looked at Leng Yunkang fixedly, gathering spiritual energy on the sword body, and the rich purple light vibrated, In the calm and windless arena, there seemed to be a sudden gust of wind, and when it brushed against his cheeks, it was as if there were thin needles, and there was a pain on his face and body.

Leng Yunkang's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Jiang Xundao, who was covered in purple aura, and was surprised. Jiang Xundao's cultivation level seemed to be beyond his expectations.

Jiang Xundao's figure was extremely fast, which was discovered by Leng Yunkang when he and Jiang Xundao fought against each other. Not only that, but this guy's attack speed was extremely fast, making it impossible to guard against.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xundao, who was standing in front of him, disappeared. Instead, there was a wave of spiritual power behind him. Leng Yunkang stood unhurriedly, with a smile on his lips.

Jiang Xundao walked around behind Leng Yunkang, condensed his spiritual energy into a spirit blade, and slashed at his back, but the spirit blade just made it, and Leng Yunkang, who was still in front of him just now, disappeared, and the blow fell into the sky.

Jiang Xundao is indeed fast, but Leng Yunkang is a member of the Miaoshoumen. If he is compared with him in stature, Jiang Xundao is not as fast as Leng Yunkang.

The sudden gust of wind blowing by her side made Jiang Xundao feel alarmed. When she turned her head, she saw that Leng Yunkang was standing on her right side, looking at her with a smile from the side, and the soft sword in his hand was like Like a swimming snake, he broke through the aura of the shelter neatly, and swiped Jiang Xundao's arm.

It felt extremely painful to cut the flesh with the spirit energy, which was more difficult to heal than the wounds left by ordinary blades. Jiang Xundao retreated quickly, and the blood on his arm fell to the ground with a ticking sound. In the shape of a star, a purple light flashed in turn.

As soon as he retreated, Leng Yunkang flew behind her almost faster than her, and whispered in Jiang Xundao's ear with a smile: "This method will not work, I have seen you in the last competition .”

Jiang Xundao was startled, and quickly blocked Leng Yunkang's sword that was drawn towards her waist. It was still the same as last time. Through the torn gaps in the clothes, one could vaguely see a bloodstain like a red line on the fair skin.

Leng Yunkang didn't give Jiang Xundao a chance to breathe. His figure was almost invisible to the naked eye. People in the arena could only catch a glimpse of a black figure flashing around Jiang Xundao non-stop.

Jiang Xundao was caught off guard by Leng Yunkang's rapid rain-like attack. A little carelessness resulted in a scar on his body.

Leng Yunkang's speed was much faster than hers, and Jiang Xundao couldn't keep up with him at all. It was obviously not a good strategy to just sit around and wait for death, not to mention that she already had several scars on her body.

After blocking Leng Yunkang's blow with a sword, Jiang Xundao retreated quickly, leaning her back against a corner of the ring. After a little hesitation, she took out a small copper bell from her waist, squeezed her hand and threw it forward. The bell burst into golden light, and appeared above Jiang Xundao's head in a flash, and the projected golden light enveloped her.

Leng Yunkang's soft sword couldn't penetrate the golden light. After slowing down his attack, he stood still and looked at the small copper bell on Jiang Xundao's head with some surprise: "Little Taoist, I didn't expect you to have such a magic weapon."

Jiang Xundao didn't speak, she took a breath, the more magic weapons she used, the faster her spiritual power would be consumed, if she couldn't defeat Leng Yunkang as soon as possible, and waited until her spiritual energy was exhausted, it would probably be even worse. The ability to fight back is gone.

The people in the arena obviously saw that Jiang Xundao was losing the wind, and they couldn't help talking about it. Today, the little Taoist nun might lose to the disciples of Miaoshoumen.

Lan Yiyou frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Xundao who was already covered in scars on the ring. Although her expression was condensed, there was a bit of worry in her eyes, and her hands behind her not only grabbed her sleeves.

Yin Li tilted his head to glance at her, and closed his eyes. Senior Sister Lan seemed to be very worried about this little Taoist nun. Could it be that after staying in the demon forest for a few days, they developed such an affection that they could make her, who has never been very happy, not care about her in the slightest? Others, the junior sister who only knows how to cultivate the Tao also has the thoughts of a mortal.

Leng Yunkang kept restricting Jiang Xundao's pace. Jiang Xundao couldn't form an formation at all, and she felt a little annoyed. Since she couldn't form an formation, she could only fight back head-on.

Just when Jiang Xundao passively resisted Leng Yunkang's attack, Bai Taki suddenly couldn't help but yelled, "Idiot, have you forgotten all the sword skills your master taught you?"

Jiang Xundao was stunned. The master had taught her a very powerful swordsmanship, but she had only practiced that swordsmanship three times, and she failed each time. The master said that it was because her cultivation was not enough and her spiritual power was not enough to fully display it. The power of swordsmanship, so Jiang Xundao tried it before he dared to fight against anyone.

Now being reminded by Bai Takiichi, she actually remembered, how could she be able to use the sword technique that she couldn't use when she was not injured when she was full of aura.

Knowing what she was thinking, Bai Taki hated iron for being weak: "If you don't try, how will you know? If you don't try, you will be defeated without a stick of incense. How can you improve your cultivation by looking forward and backward like this."

Bai Taki's words made Jiang Xundao hesitate, but because of the sacrifice of Zhen Yaoling, the spiritual power in Jiang Xundao's body disappeared rapidly. If he wanted to use swordsmanship, this was the best time. If it was too late, he would have no chance. Jiang Xundao gritted his teeth, but fortunately he took back Zhen Yaoling.

As soon as Zhen Yaoling disappeared, Leng Yunkang smiled. He probably guessed that Jiang Xundao's spiritual power was about to run out: "Little Daoist, but you want me to compete hard. If you want to win, I can let you win." You win."

Jiang Xundao took a few steps back, distanced himself from Leng Yunkang, she refused firmly and solemnly: "No need."

Asking Leng Yunkang to let her, then even if she wins, she will only gain a false name. If she wants to win, she must win openly, and she must win against Leng Yunkang with her own strength.

Seeing her rejection several times, Leng Yunkang smiled: "This is what you said, and it will hurt you later, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, the soft sword in Leng Yunkang's hand came out of his hand, and quickly stabbed at Jiang Xundao's face. Before he could reach the front, the soft sword suddenly flickered, and several phantoms appeared beside him, stabbing at Jiang Xundao's chest and abdomen together. Come.

Jiang Xundao retreated quickly, and the spiritual sword drew a few lines in front of him, revealing several purple spiritual shields, and the soft sword quickly pierced the shield's two swords that were made of spiritual energy, piercing the two defenses, and then It dissipated, but the real body of the soft sword was even more powerful. It broke through the spiritual shield condensed by Jiang Xundao, and stabbed directly at Jiang Xundao's face.

When she leaned away, the soft sword missed Jiang Xundao's eyes by just a few centimeters. Jiang Xundao quickly closed his eyes and rolled back. When she opened them again, her eyes were blood red.

A gash was cut on her forehead by the sword energy, and the blood dripped down from her eyelashes. Jiang Xundao only felt a hazy red mist in front of her eyes. She quickly reached out and wiped away the blood with her sleeves. After seeing it clearly, Leng Yunkang was already standing in front of her, with the soft sword in his hand pointed at the center of her brow.

The piercing sharp edge seemed to pierce her head.

There was an uproar among the people in the arena. It seemed that the battle was settled. This little Taoist nun was defeated, but even if she was defeated, she was already considered pretty good. As a disciple of a small sect, she could stand out among countless disciples of the righteous way. Ranking among the top [-] in the Dao Discussion Conference has already won glory for the teacher.

Leng Yunkang pointed at Jiang Xundao's brow with his sword, looked at her face covered in blood but still had a stubborn face, and said with a complicated expression: "You lost."

Jiang Xundao lowered her head slightly and she suddenly said coldly, "Are you sure?"

Leng Yunkang frowned. Jiang Xundao still refuses to admit defeat in such a situation?Just when he was moved, he suddenly felt a majestic spiritual energy bursting out from Jiang Xundao's body, and he pointed at the sword between Jiang Xundao's eyebrows, unable to move or penetrate half a point, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, And more and more intense.

Suddenly startled, Leng Yunkang withdrew his sword quickly and took a few steps back. He looked at Jiang Xundao who was a few steps away with a surprised expression on his face.

And there was no sound in the arena again, almost everyone felt the wave of oppressive spiritual energy, without exception, they all looked at Jiang Xundao, at the thin woman who stood up slowly surrounded by a burst of purple light .

The sudden hurricane in the arena caused the clothes of the two to flutter and flutter. Jiang Xundao lowered his head so that his face could not be seen clearly. He could only see the blood pooled from her chin, dripping drop by drop on the lapel of her chest , the spirit sword in her hand slowly floated up from her hand, the hurricane suddenly blowing around her was mixed with the sound of the sword being unsheathed, Leng Yunkang couldn't get close to her at all.

Jiang Xundao's body also began to levitate upwards. She closed her eyes and raised her head slightly, following the spirit sword, she kept rising until she was suspended in mid-air.

The sky seemed to be darkened suddenly, and almost everyone in the Lun Dojo looked over. The fluctuation of spiritual power here was shocking. A figure suspended in mid-air.

For a long time, except for the sword formations of the three major sects, no one has seen a Taoism that can change the color of the world for a long time.

Jiang Xundao's whole body hovered in mid-air, the air around her seemed to be squeezed out, and even her body was squeezed by the huge aura, her muscles and bones all rattled like they were breaking the sound of.

That was the sword technique that she used with all her spiritual power, but she felt powerless at the very beginning, but she couldn't stop, as long as she stopped, her body would be torn apart by the sword technique she used , her body was imprisoned in mid-air, and she stretched out her hand to hold the hilt of the sword almost with exhaustion.

The remaining spiritual power in her body frantically rushed towards the spirit sword. Jiang Xundao closed his eyes tightly, only to feel that the world suddenly lost its sound, and she couldn't hear anything. Fine cracks.

Someone in the arena suddenly trembled and screamed in fear: "This lunatic, who is she? Is she dying? The spiritual energy is almost exhausted, and you dare to use such a powerful swordsmanship? "

Lan Yiyou stared closely at Jiang Xundao who was in mid-air with wide eyes. Her breathing was rapid due to the huge ups and downs in her heart, and her fisted fingernails sank deeply into the flesh. Jiang Xundao's current situation It's extremely dangerous, she can't use a complete sword technique at all, but if she stops, she won't be able to control the sword technique just started, she will be torn apart by her own sword technique, and maybe she will be completely destroyed.

Panic and helplessness swept through her heart, and Lan Yiyou trembled uncontrollably. She looked at Jiang Xundao with a pale face, opened her lips slightly but could not make a sound.

Leng Yunkang on the arena has been tightly imprisoned by the powerful aura, he can't move, he can only look up at the purple light in the sky like others, which contains the terrifying spirit that destroys the world. He has no doubt that if Jiang Xundao's sword technique is perfect, he will not be able to block the downward strike at all, and he may die on the spot.

"Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. Who the hell is this? How can he have such powerful swordsmanship."

"I don't think she can control such powerful swordsmanship at all. This time, I'm afraid she will die."

"If someone dies at the Dao Discussion Conference, how can the people of Miaoshou Sect give up?"

Jiang Xundao couldn't hear any sound, but when she closed her eyes, she seemed to be in her own dantian. She saw a faint golden light suddenly lit up in the empty and crumbling dantian. Looked, and found it was a little golden egg, and there was a mark on the golden egg.

She was familiar with that mark, it was the Panlong mark on Bai Taki's forehead.

"What is this?" Jiang Xundao asked softly.

"It's you, and it's me." Bai Taki appeared next to her at some point, and she looked at the little golden egg with a solemn expression.

Bai Taki turned around and looked at her, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "It can help you, and help you use your sword skills."

"Then Leng Yunkang will die." Jiang Xundao was stunned. Only now did she realize that the power of the sword she used was too powerful. If she really slashed that sword, Leng Yun Kang must be killed, and she felt a little regret in her heart. She shouldn't be so stubborn. If she loses, she loses. It's just a competition. Why risk her own life or the lives of others.

Shirataki nodded, then shook his head again: "If you don't use it, you will die."

Jiang Xundao looked at Bai Taki, her thoughts had never been so clear, she asked softly: "What is it, what do you mean when you say it is me and you?"

For the first time, Shirataki no longer concealed it, she said truthfully: "It is the only natal soul I have left in this world, and it will only become stronger if you are stronger."

Jiang Xundao lowered her eyes, and she said sadly, "I've never found it before? Bai Taki, you lied to me."

Bai Taki was silent for a while, then turned his head and said: "I never thought that you can really summon the Xuantian sword technique, I can only tell you that if you can use that sword, you will become stronger, it Too."

Jiang Xundao just said softly, "Leng Yunkang will die."

"If you don't chop, you will die." Bai Taki suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Jiang Xundao shook her head, and after hesitating for a while, she said in a deep voice, "If I survive, Bai Taki, you have to tell me the truth. In fact, I'm not as stupid as you think. I know you have something to hide. Looking at me, I also know that you are not an ordinary sword spirit."

Bai Taki stared at Jiang Xundao and said hurriedly, "Don't be crazy, listen to me, and chop off that sword."

Jiang Xundao still shook his head: "I don't want to kill people. If I knew that Leng Yunkang would die, I wouldn't use Xuantian swordsmanship at all. This is just a competition, and he is not a bad person."

Bai Taki suddenly felt a little panicked. She looked at Jiang Xundao with a serious expression, quickly grabbed her body and shook her eagerly, "Hey, don't play tricks on me at a critical moment, just slash the sword and it's over. Let him There is a way to save your life, and you can't die at all."

But Jiang Xundao didn't respond to her, and his body began to dissipate bit by bit.

Seeing Jiang Xundao's disappearing figure, Bai Taki was really anxious, she quickly raised her head and shouted loudly: "Jiang Xundao, you bastard, don't make trouble for me, don't pretend to be a good person. You want to die, but I don't want to die yet."