Master, love me again!

After the thin thread of lightning passed through the fire chain, the three entangled tongues of flame were broken and dissipated, like thousands of purple-red dandelions being blown away for a moment.Zhuo Junchen disrupted Ling Yihang's attack, but Lei Guang didn't seize this opportunity and took Ling Yihang down in one fell swoop.

Under the stage, Shen Hanfeng covered his lips with one hand, and half leaned on Du Heng's body with a pale face. Du Heng was stretching out his hand to half support him, and one hand fell on Shen Hanfeng's veins.Zhuo Junchen's eyes closely followed the master's, and met Shen Hanfeng's eyes. The dark and quiet eyes were a little absent-minded for a moment, but they immediately became sharp again.Shen Hanfeng shook his head at Zhuo Junchen, his brows and eyes slightly curved, as if he was smiling.

Zhuo Junchen hadn't taken half a step in the direction of the master before he was overturned by a fiery force, and he rolled on the ground several times before he managed to stabilize himself with the heavy sword in his hand. shape.The long sword rubbed against the ground to create a string of flames, Zhuo Junchen's heart felt oppressed, and a streak of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Junior Brother Zhuo, it's really unreasonable to be distracted on the competition stage." Ling Yihang's words contained a little reproach, but it seemed that it was just a description of the senior brother caring about the junior brother.

Zhuo Junchen's heart was full of anger, he drew his sword and immediately attacked Ling Yihang.The long sword and the folding fan clashed. Compared with Ling Yihang's calmness, Zhuo Junchen's offensive could be considered ruthless.On the surface, Zhuo attacked and Ling defended, but Zhuo Junchen found that Ling Yihang skillfully used a folding fan to remove all his attacks, and none of the attacks that actually landed on him.

Between attacking and defending, the gap between the two became even wider.But at this time, Ling Yihang seemed to talk more, he deliberately lowered his voice so that the people in the audience could not hear clearly, but it fell into Zhuo Junchen's ears without missing a word.

"Master Shen's injury hasn't healed yet. Look at him, don't you really want to go down and take a look? There are still opportunities in the competition, but there is only one master."

"I heard that Junior Brother Zhuo is very filial, why can't I see it at all?"

"It seems that people with demonic energy are as cold-blooded as demons."

The folding fan clamped the heavy sword with the fan bone, Ling Yihang looked at Zhuo Junchen with a smile, the irony in his words was like the sharpest weapon.

The distance between the two was less than a foot, and Zhuo Junchen's pupils were faintly red.

Ling Yihang's heart skipped a beat, he just remembered Master's instructions, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Since Junior Brother Zhuo is so persistent, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The folding fan was not closed, and the empty left hand was raised high, the palm of the hand struck Zhuo Junchen's neck like a knife.The knife in his hand fell, but it was so weird that he couldn't hear the sound of breaking through the air. Zhuo Junchen's eyes glowed red, and the thunder on the Chongxiao Sword rang out.

Broken Sword came up to meet him, Ling Yihang could only take back the knife in his hand, but the back force was so great that he had to take two steps back.The Chongxiao Sword was broken into two pieces, the part where Zhuo Junchen was holding the hilt, and the tip of the sword remained between the folding fans, but the good black fan surface had been eroded by the lightning, making it look tattered.

The magic circle on the fan has been destroyed, and the good magic weapon is now a useless broken fan.Ling Yihang's face was gloomy, and he threw the folding fan on the ground, and the heavy sky blade stuck in it flew backwards towards Zhuo Junchen. Zhuo Junchen couldn't take it anymore, so Wei Shengming forcibly took his body to resist Ling Yihang, now he is a little bit out of strength.Seeing Duan Ren approaching, he couldn't gather his strength for a moment.

"What are you waiting for! Crack the whip!" Wei Shengming roared inside him.

Zhuo Junchen refused. Master said that the Nether Whip cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary.With a slight movement under his feet, Zhuo Junchen measured his body and managed to avoid Duan Ren, but his left arm was cut open with blood.

Magical artifacts are precious, if they spar, it is rare for magical artifacts to be damaged, but now Zhuo Junchen's sword was broken and Ling Yihang's fan was destroyed.The disciples in the audience talked a lot, are these two going to fight with bare hands next?If this is the case, I am afraid that Ling Yihang's chances of winning will be a little lower.Zhuo Junchen's spiritual root is thunder and fire. Apart from burning and bursting, it also has paralysis. With the magic weapon blocking it, Ling Yihang is much less affected.

Ling Yihang stood still, as if he was waiting for Zhuo Junchen to take a step first, Zhuo Junchen also looked at him, but he didn't throw away the heavy sword that was broken into two pieces, but it didn't look like there was any other magic weapon .The two sides were in a stalemate, and the stage fell into a strange balance for a while.

After some consideration in his mind, Ling Yihang put back on the gentle and jade mask, flipped his palm, and a folding fan appeared in his hand, obviously he came prepared.

"Since Junior Brother Zhuo doesn't want to do anything, then I have to come first." The fan spread out, Ling Yihang's movements became a bit more fierce, Zhuo Junchen dodged left and right to avoid the hot wind brought by the fan.

Wei Shengming had already scolded: "What are you still hesitating about? Don't you see that this person is planning to put you to death!" Ling Yihang's tricks can be described as deadly, if it weren't for Zhuo Junchen's heart at this moment Calm, he can make the safest judgment every time the folding fan comes. I am afraid that the folding fan has already poked several holes.

The rising flames burned, and Zhuo Junchen's long hair at the temples were scorched into curls. There were no wounds on his body, but there were many burnt damages on his clothes.

Zhuo Junchen clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand to cover the fan bone.There was scalding heat coming from the broken long sword, and the aura he injected into the broken sword could no longer be stored, but could only dissipate.Ling Yihang's eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry."

With a slight movement of the hand holding the fan, Ling Yihang opened the mechanism in the folding fan, and several thin sharp blades extended from the fan bones, cutting straight towards Zhuo Junchen's neck.

The temperature on the broken sword was even higher, and Zhuo Junchen finally couldn't grasp it and let go of his hand. In order to avoid the deadly blade, he could only fall to the ground and wait for an opportunity to escape.

However, Ling Yihang was unwilling to let go, and with a twist of his wrist, he thrust into him.He did it extremely cleverly, if other people didn't pay close attention to it, they would only think that he had no Zhuo Junchen to resist, and he stabbed Zhuo Junchen by mistake.

Zhuo Junchen rolled sideways, and the blade made a long wound on his waist, but fortunately he escaped from Ling Yihang's attack.

The wound on his waist and abdomen was burning hot, Zhuo Junchen was not considered delicate, but when he got up, he almost fell straight to the ground because of the wound on his body.

"Ahem." Zhuo Junchen vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood on his waist was stained red.

"You still refuse to admit defeat?" Ling Yihang's voice was pitiful, but the movements of his hands did not let Zhuo Junchen go.

Zhuo Junchen tilted his head. Although Shen Hanfeng was pale, he was still standing under the stage looking at him. At this time, Shen Hanfeng nodded to him, as if telling him that no matter what he did, the master would stand by him. behind.

Zhuo Junchen's pupils were red, but Shen Hanfeng didn't seem to notice anything wrong, watching the thunder in his hand revealing a long black whip.

The Nether Whip flicked to the ground, the body of the black and silver whip was extremely cold, Zhuo Junchen held the handle of the whip, and at the carved dragon's head, the bead contained in his mouth gave off a faint light, and the long whip was raised towards Ling One flight whipped away.

Ling Yihang knew early on that Zhuo Junchen had a natal artifact, but he didn't know that he would choose to take it out at this time.The serious injury he just accepted didn't seem like a bitter plan.

The black whip was long, and Ling Yihang still couldn't figure out the details of the long whip, so he stepped back very cautiously, avoiding its sharp edge, to see the effect.

Zhuo Junchen felt extremely strange at this time, the wound on his body was still bleeding, but he didn't feel any pain.This kind of subtle perception is different from seizing the house. All the actions to attack the opponent seem to be just handy actions. The long whip has a spirit, and it can entangle Ling Yihang spontaneously.

He heard Wei Shengming in his body sneer, and then saw Ling Yihang's surprised and frightened eyes.The long whip seemed to carry this force of attraction, Ling Yihang clearly dodged back, but this long whip was like a gangrene attached to the bone, once wrapped, it was like a thunderbolt that couldn't be separated.

The feeling of being touched by the long whip is first a numbness, which spreads from the contact point to the whole body. Not only is Ling Yihang unable to mobilize his energy, but even the spiritual power in his body seems to be frozen.

The crackling thunder and fire spiritual power spread from Zhuo Junchen to Ling Yihang's body. This feeling of watching danger strike but being unable to avoid it makes people feel extremely chilled.Seeing the tiny snake electricity gathering and winding into a dragon shape, Ling Yihang felt a sense of panic that he had never felt before.

"Ah Chen!" Zhuo Junchen woke up, the master's voice seemed to come straight into his mind, making him instantly understand that if this blow really surrounded Ling Yihang, I am afraid that the head disciple of the Qinghua Immortal Sect would be crushed by him in hand.

The long whip was thrown away in time, and Ling Yihang directly hit the fighting platform behind him, and a hole was punched out of the solid bluestone.The pain returned, and Zhuo Junchen himself felt uncomfortable, and the Nether Whip disappeared in his hand in a flash.

Si Yun had already come down from the tower at some point, and walked quickly to the disciple's side, with a rare unsightly expression on his face.Zhuo Junchen half knelt down, the wound on his waist caused his eyes to turn white.

"Ah Chen." Shen Hanfeng did not take the stage, but took a few steps forward.

Zhuo Junchen turned his head slightly, his loose temple hair looked a little embarrassed, and he couldn't bear the pain, but he still smiled at his master.

"Zhuo Junchen! As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, you are so cruel to your senior brother!" Mu Yun reprimanded, and Ling Yihang, who was lying beside him, had already passed out, looking miserable in ragged clothes.

A stern look flashed across Zhuo Junchen's eyes, but he quickly covered it up.There was no need for him to speak, Du Heng took the first step and said: "Brother Mu Yun's hat is too big, and Nephew Ling only has a few broken bones, but it is the poison on Nephew Zhuo, and the head of the sect should be asked to hand over the antidote." Come."

Hearing that Ling Yihang's fan was still poisonous, there was an uproar among the disciples, Mu Zisu had already jumped onto the stage, and fed Zhuo Junchen the pill of detoxification.It's just that this medicine can suppress the toxicity for a while, but it is not an antidote after all.Zhuo Junchen opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he passed out.