Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Just as Tang Zichen was surprised, Changqing took a step forward and clamped his sword-holding wrist with his other intact hand.

He exerted force on his hand, and with a click, Tang Zichen's wrist broke.

Tang Zichen was quite brave, and did not scream or lose his fighting spirit. He just groaned and the sword was forced out of his hand.

After Changqing broke his wrist, he was not in a hurry to continue to entangle, but caught the sword that Tang Zichen had dropped with his backhand, raised his leg and kicked sideways, pulling away from him.

Tang Zichen half-knelt on the ground, covering his wrist.

Tang Ziqi also retreated to his side, with blood dripping from his arm.

In just one round, in Changqing's eyes, the battle was decided.

Although he had lost one arm and could not use the blood magic to recover now, this injury was indeed not enough for his agate body.

On the other hand, although Tang Zichen's wrist was only broken, his sword was taken away by himself.

The sword wind spirit is the most powerful imperial spirit in the hands of the Tang brothers and sisters so far. Now that Chang Qing has taken away the sword, it is equivalent to being useless.

Chang Qing has the advantage of using one arm to replace the strongest imperial spirit in the opponent's hand.

"Master, how are you?"

Lan Shuang saw Chang Qing's entire torn arm and said with distress.

"It's okay, help me deal with it."

Chang Qing stretched his arm in front of Lan Shuang and asked her to help wrap the torn arm tightly.

Unlike Tang Zichen, who was gritting his teeth and sweating, Chang Qing looked at the Tang brothers and sisters with a blank expression.

Seeing him so calm, Tang Zichen shouted angrily, endured the pain in his wrist and stood up, and swung a wind blade with all his strength.

Tang Ziqi didn't care about his brother's injury, and swung the wind blade with him, attacking Chang Qing.

In their opinion, Chang Qing was more seriously injured, and now was a good time to pursue the victory.

Just as Lan Shuang was about to step forward to block him, Chang Qing turned sideways and blocked her in front of him, with the long sword in his hand flying, and a magical scene happened.

After the two wind blades collided with the long sword in his hand, under Chang Qing's pulling and pulling, the two wind blades were easily wrapped around the long sword.

Chang Qing raised his arm, and the two wind blades broke through and flew to both sides.

"Hide behind me and help me wrap my arm."

He whispered.

Lan Shuang nodded, tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes, and quickly wrapped Chang Qing's arm and tightened it with great pain.

Although her movements were fast enough, the Tang brothers and sisters did not give up easily. They both used their full strength to activate the wind blade spirit. For a time, dozens of wind blades attacked Chang Qing from all angles.

Chang Qing was calm and composed. He held the sword in one hand and used sword skills. The long sword in his hand was stirred and flying in the chaotic wind, breaking and dispersing all the wind blades that attacked.

And Chang Qingze was like a pine tree on the cliff, standing still until Lan Shuang helped him to wrap up the arm that was torn in two. Then he shook his arm and smiled faintly at Lan Shuang.

"You did a good job."

Lan Shuang's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't expect her young master to be so high-spirited, heroic and handsome.

Looking at the panting Tang brothers and sisters, Chang Qing activated the ice blade spirit. With his arm wrapped by Lan Shuang as the handle, an ice blade condensed on it. He held the sword in one hand and the ice blade in the other hand, pointing at the Tang brothers and sisters.

"Are you still fighting?"

Tang Ziqi's forehead was already sweating. With her realm of instant transformation, it was very consuming to continuously activate the wind blade spirit with all her strength. Her spiritual power was almost exhausted.

"Brother, I'm afraid we can't deal with him. He can actually use such a strong swordsmanship. We were careless."

"I still have spiritual power. You retreat and I will fight him."

"No, brother, that Wei Yao is not simple either. The strength she just burst out is definitely not inferior to mine. You have no chance of winning against two people alone."

"Don't worry about it. You retreat!"

Tang Zichen's eyes were red. His cultivation was higher than his sister, so he still had about 60% of spiritual power left, but the anger and unwillingness in his heart made him completely lose his mind.

The sword wind spirit could no longer be used. He used all his strength to activate the divine wind spirit and the wind blade spirit at the same time. The two wind blades were attached to his arms in a cross shape. He had wind under his feet, and two wind whirlpools appeared on his arms and back. He attacked Chang Qing at full speed.

Chang Qing blocked with the ice blade on one side of his body, and with the other hand, he held the sword and slammed it hard on Tang Zichen's back.

There were two crackling sounds in the air. One was from the ice blade condensed from Chang Qing's broken arm, which shattered under the bombardment of Tang Zichen's two wind blades.

The other crackling sound came from Tang Zichen's back. Chang Qing didn't intend to kill him, so he only used the sword to whip his back, but the huge force also broke several bones of Tang Zichen.

Tang Zichen was a wind cultivator, and he didn't have the physique of Chang Qing. It was very difficult for him to get hurt like this.He could no longer rely on willpower to get through it like he did when his wrist was broken.

He lay on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth.

Even so, he still trembled and tried to get up, but Chang Qing had already stepped on his head.

Tang Zichen struggled under his feet, and Chang Qing had no expression on his face. The blood left by his arm that exploded again dripped on Tang Zichen's face, like a light rain.

He put the long sword in his hand against Tang Zichen's neck, and then stepped on him hard as if he was afraid that he would move.

Tang Zichen's mouth was filled with mud and sand on the ground, and he was vaguely cursing something. Chang Qing had a calm face, and his hand exerted a little force, and the sword tip slashed towards Tang Zichen's neck little by little.

"Brother!"

Seeing this, Tang Ziqi hurriedly raised her hand.

"Stop! We admit defeat! We admit defeat!"

Although the ice blade in Lan Shuang's hand was only half an inch away from her eyes, she still gave up resistance.

Lan Shuang stopped and looked at Chang Qing.

"I'll admit defeat and hand over Jian Feng Ling first."

He raised his foot slightly, so that Tang Zichen's head had a little room to move. He spit out the sand in his mouth and cursed.

"I don't accept it! I haven't lost yet! If you have the guts, kill me!"

"Okay, as you wish."

Chang Qing didn't waste any words. He exerted a little force on the sword in his hand, and a blood mark that was getting longer and longer slowly appeared on Tang Zichen's neck.

"Don't! We admit defeat! We admit defeat!"

Tang Ziqi knelt on the ground when he saw this.

"Then we'll cash in on each bet."

Chang Qing exerted force on his foot and pushed Tang Zichen's face into the mud again, making his shouting and cursing unclear again.

"Wei Yao, you do it and leave three marks on her face."

Lan Shuang smiled, with a hint of evil charm that didn't match her age.

She activated the Ice Blade Spirit, and another Ice Blade appeared in her hand. The two Ice Blades chopped each other in her hands, and suddenly a more fragile Ice Blade broke into pieces, with many sharp and tiny ice chips on it.

Lan Shuang shook the Ice Blade in her hand and put it against Tang Ziqi's chin.

"Master, where should I cut?"

She looked at Chang Qing, blinked, and asked.

"It's up to you."