Evil Master and Disciple

While Ye Feng was carefully studying the Purple-Green Sword in the bamboo forest, the battle between Jin He and Fang Luoluo in the square on the top of Xingluo Peak also came to an end.

Although Fang Luoluo is a powerful being in the realm of Divine Silence, she has almost no power to resist Jin He, who has activated her witch attributes.

From the very beginning of the fight, Fang Luoluo was in a passive position.

Jin He's move of Zhan Tian Zhen Jue directly stunned Fang Luoluo.

Then in the close combat between the two sides, Jin He's moves hit the vital points. Although Fang Luoluo resolved most of Jin He's attacks, his body was still stabbed and scratched in many places.

The scene of the two fighting was so thrilling that it made people shudder with fear.

It seemed that with the next strike, the scarlet fairy sword in Jinhe's hand could cut off Fang Luoluo's beautiful head.

Jinhe’s playing style is very aggressive, charging forward without any defensive stance.

When the sword knocked the magic sword out of Fang Luoluo's hand, Jin He took advantage of the situation and stabbed Fang Luoluo's throat with a sword.

Countless people below the ring screamed and shouted.

At this moment, Fang Luoluo's body was unstable, and she had no magic sword or weapon in her hand to block, so she was unable to dissolve Jin He's sword.

Just as Jin He's Burning Immortal Sword was about to pierce Fang Luoluo's throat, the sword stopped moving forward.

The sword tip was only an inch away from Fang Luoluo's neck. Although the sword tip did not touch Fang Luoluo's skin, the sharp sword energy released by the immortal sword still cut Fang Luoluo's throat.

A faint blood-red mark appeared on her fair neck. Gradually, the blood-red mark grew larger, and blood slowly slid down her fair neck into her collar.

Fang Luoluo's face was pale, and his eyes were flashing with fear and terror of surviving a disaster.

There was dead silence around the ring.

I have never seen anyone so crazy and ruthless in the ring.

If Jin He's sword had moved forward an inch more, Fang Luoluo would have been covered in blood and died on the spot.

There was no expression on Jin He's soft face.

The fierce murderous intent in her eyes gradually faded away.

"Senior Sister Fang, you lose."

Fang Luoluo's face was pale and she looked frightened.

Watching Jin He put away his sword, she didn't care about the multiple sword wounds on her body.

He shouted hoarsely, "Jin He! There is no hatred between you and me! Why did you do such a cruel thing?"

Jin He suddenly leaned forward and whispered in Fang Luoluo's ear, "Practicing Taoism honestly is your destiny. Don't try to use Junior Sister Ling'er's Taoist name to stir up trouble. I'll give you a small punishment today, but if you guys still don't behave, I won't be so polite next time."

Fang Luoluo's expression froze slightly when he heard this.

She didn't seem to expect that Jin He would target her so much today, all because of that yellow-haired girl Huang Ling'er.

The referee elder immediately walked onto the stage and quickly announced that Jinhe was the winner of this fight.

It seemed that if the announcement had been made a little later, Fang Luoluo would have died tragically at the hands of Jin He's sword.

Jin He took a deep look at Fang Luoluo, whose expression was complicated, then turned around gracefully and flew off the stage.

No one cheered or shouted.

The vast majority of young disciples looked at the beautiful girl with fear in their eyes.

No one expected that Jin He, who was elegant, virtuous, friendly, and never lost her temper, like the big sister next door in our memory, would have such a cruel and vicious side.

Suddenly, many people remembered a past event about Jinhe.

Fifteen years ago, Jin He single-handedly killed seven demons from the evil cult who ambushed her.

According to legend, Jin He's magic sword was broken at that time, and she, despite her seriously injured body, tore off the head of a demon sect disciple with her bare hands and took out the heart of another demon sect disciple.

When the disciples of Yunhai Sect received the distress signal and rushed to the scene, Jin He was lying on the ground covered in blood. There was not a single intact body around, and broken limbs were everywhere. In Jin He's hand, there was a crushed bloody heart.

I used to think this rumor was just a false rumor.

Seeing Jin He’s brutal attack today made many people feel that the rumors about the battle in Chizhou fifteen years ago might be true.

Jin He flew into the crowd, the murderous look in her eyes completely dissipated, and she became the gentle and elegant senior sister Mo Zhuxuan that everyone was familiar with.

However, these young girls looked at Jinhe with evasive eyes at this moment.

Obviously they were also frightened by Jinhe's crazy behavior today.

Seeing everyone staring at her with strange eyes, Jin He smiled and said, "What's wrong? Is my makeup smudged?"

Nangong Yan, who was quirky and clever, trembled and said, "Big Sister...are you...okay?"

"I'm fine."

"……you sure?"

Jin He smiled and said, "I'm not injured, of course I'm fine."

Nangong Yan said: "Senior Sister, your body is not injured, but is your heart hurt? Did that Fang Luoluo steal your man?"

Li Xuerong and others quickly covered Nangong Yan's mouth.

This little girl really dares to say anything.

The senior sister in front of them is no longer the senior sister in their hearts, she is a witch!

If the senior sister gets angry, it will not be a joke.

Jin He couldn't help but smile and said, "What are you thinking? It's just a normal fight. Maybe I accidentally hit a little too hard today."

"careless?"

"A little heavier?"

"Fang Luoluo has turned into a blood gourd!"

"You've already changed your sword. We've lived together for so many years, and I've never seen you wield this magical fire sword!"

The girls murmured quietly.

Only Yun Shuang'er had a serious expression and said nothing.

As the fight between Jin He and Fang Luoluo ended, an uneasy atmosphere seemed to spread in the square.

This kind of atmosphere even appeared among the group of senior elders outside the hall.

After a wonderful battle, these senior elders will make some comments.

If the winning disciple's master is nearby, he will also offer congratulations.

However, after Jin He won, the group of elders outside the hall did not say anything.

Especially the senior elders of Yunhai Sect, their eyes were spinning like tops, constantly stealing glances at the calm Yuying Zhenren.

Yunyu, Shouchi, Yunmu and others sitting next to Yuying are all old friends. Their eyes are shining and their faces are strange.

Fatty Yulong seemed to be lost in thought, not saying a word.

The heads of the four sects and the chief elders of the six academies of the Yunhai Sect also had rather strange expressions.

Only Master Yun Yi didn't seem to care about the fight between Jin He and Fang Luoluo. He was talking with the monk Xuankong from Lingtai Temple about two disciples in another arena.

Suddenly, a discordant voice slowly rang out from the crowd of elders of the Yunhai Sect.

"Senior Sister Yuying has truly taught a good disciple. Not only is his cultivation strong, but his attacks are also ruthless. He has quite a bit of the demeanor of Senior Sister Yuying when she was young."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person speaking was a beautiful woman in a light green dress, who looked to be in her early forties, with her hair tied up in a bun.

She was sitting relatively far back, which showed that her status among the elders of the Yunhai Sect was far lower than that of Yulong, Yuying, Yunyu and other elders sitting in the front row.

Only Yuying did not look back.

She knew who was speaking.

Yuying said calmly, "Junior Sister Yun'e, you're too serious. He'er is still young, so it's inevitable that she won't be able to grasp the right measure in a fight. As a result, she used too much force and injured Junior Sister Yun'e's disciple. I'll say a few words to her later."

"Haha, Senior Sister Yuying, what are you talking about? When fighting, injuries are inevitable. My disciple is not well-trained, so it's not others' fault."

"Oh, since you also know that it's your disciple who's not very skilled, then just say less. You've already lost face by losing, so don't let people think that Junior Sister Yun'e can't afford to lose."

"you……"

Fairy Yun'e's face darkened.

Just as he was about to retort, he saw Fairy Yumian looking at him.

Yun'e saw that Fairy Yumian was unhappy, so she could only snort, turn her head away, and stop arguing with Yuying.

In fact, most of the elders and external representatives of the Yunhai Sect are now in a state of confusion.

It is true that there will be injuries in a fight, but Jin He's killing style today is rarely seen in the inner disciples' fighting arena, not to mention in the Lingshan competition, even when facing the masters of the Demon Sect.

Hearing the argument between Yuying and Yun'e, the elders became even more confused.

I don’t know whether Jin He was so harsh because she had a personal grudge with Fang Luoluo, or because Yuying had a personal grudge with Yun’e.

After the two stopped arguing, the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

They are all old foxes, so they naturally know how to adjust the atmosphere.