The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

"Snap!" Zhou Xiang's sword chopped at Yan Chuan's sword, instantly causing Yan Chuan's arm to go numb and his palm to feel a sharp pain. The Firefly Sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Yan Chuan frowned slightly, gripping the hilt tightly and striking back quickly. He leaped up, the tip of his sword pointed directly at Zhou Xiang's throat, the sword's energy fierce.

"What a great swordsmanship!"

A hint of interest flashed in Zhou Xuan's eyes, and he swung the purple thunder sword in his hand, and a terrifying lightning flashed out in an instant.

The lightning came like a flood and a beast, bombarding Yan Chuan's sword energy. The huge impact force made Yan Chuan's body involuntarily retreat backwards.

He swung the Firefly Sword, changing the gem's properties to earth, but before he could complete the action, Zhou Xiang was already charging in. Each attack was like an insurmountable bolt of lightning, striking his defenses and nearly suffocating him.

"You can't beat me. No matter how powerful you are, you are still in the Jindan stage."

Zhou Xiang's voice was filled with mockery, and his body suddenly turned into purple lightning again. In a flash, his figure disappeared from Yan Chuan's sight again, and appeared beside him in the blink of an eye.

Yan Chuan's heart trembled, and he quickly swung out the Firefly Sword, but Zhou Xiang's sword had already chopped down.

Yan Chuan could almost feel the tearing sensation brought by the sword. Seeing that the fatal blow was about to fall, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated at this moment.

He dodged to the side, but the sword still cut his left arm, and blood immediately oozed out of the wound.

"Do you know why you didn't die?" Zhou Xiang frowned frivolously: "I'm playing with you, just like a cat playing with a mouse. If you don't make a move, then I will!"

After saying this, Zhou Xiang launched another attack. He suddenly leaped forward, and the sword swung again, fiercely sweeping towards Yan Chuan's lower body. This sword came fast and fiercely, with almost no warning.

Yan Chuan reacted extremely quickly, jumping back instantly and swinging his sword to block Zhou Xiang's attack.

But Zhou Xuan's speed was so ghostly that it was almost impossible to catch his movements.

His sword dance did not follow any rules. The sword light was swung wildly in the air. Every time the sword was swung, a sharp sound of breaking wind was heard in the air. Wherever the sword energy passed, it seemed that even the air was torn apart.

The opponent seemed to be slashing at Yan Chuan with his sword like a madman. Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword danced rapidly in the air, blocking countless attacks, but each of his moves seemed increasingly powerless.

Blood had already seeped through his sleeves, and his breathing began to become rapid. After each swing of the sword, his movements would involuntarily slow down a little.

But the opponent's spiritual power seemed to be inexhaustible, there was only madness, no signs of fatigue.

An incense stick of time had passed, and Yan Chuan was already covered in wounds. Sword wounds ran from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, and blood soaked his clothes. Especially in the last few exchanges, Yan Chuan's eyes gradually lost focus, and his body began to feel heavy. He could only swing his sword mechanically, completely without the energy to fight back.

Finally, after Zhou Xiang's swift sword strike, Yan Chuan was hit hard in the chest. His body was bounced away like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the corner of the ring, staggering and falling to the ground.

Blood instantly rushed into his throat, and Yan Chuan felt a fishy and sweet taste rising up his throat. He tried to raise his head and look around, but the scene in front of him began to blur. His head was extremely dizzy, and all the sounds seemed to become distant, as if coming from across mountains and rivers.

He struggled to support himself with his hands and tried to stand up, but due to his severe injuries, his legs gave way and he fell to his knees.

"Brother, surrender!" Cen Yizi was so anxious that he jumped up and down in the audience. He looked at the referee and said, "We, the Xianyun Sect, surrender. You tell the other team to stop!"

The referee frowned, his expression looking somewhat embarrassed. He glanced back and forth between Yan Chuan and Zhou Xiang: "It's useless for you to say so. To surrender, Yan Chuan himself must say so."

Cen Yizhi panicked. He looked at Jiang Yingxue and asked anxiously, "What should we do?"

Jiang Yingxue didn't answer him, but the bracelet on her right wrist had quietly transformed into the Buzhou Sword and was tightly held in her hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiang rushed over with a grin and sword in hand.

"I told you to admit defeat long ago, but you refused. Now it's too late! You must die here today. Take my Thunder Breaker!"

Zhou Xiang's sword pointed directly at Yan Chuan's chest. Jiang Yingxue glanced at Yan Chuan who was lying on the ground unable to move, and then looked at Zhou Xiang with murderous eyes. If she didn't take action at this moment, Yan Chuan would definitely die from this blow.

Jiang Yingxue gritted her teeth. After all, Yan Chuan was a fellow disciple, a senior brother, and a partner who fought side by side with her.

Even if we take a step back, this guy is a man I have never been able to sleep with in my dreams!

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingxue took a step forward without hesitation, and the sword flashed, pointing directly at the oncoming lightning.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of metal collision broke the stagnation of the air. Immediately afterwards, the power of thunder and lightning collided with Jiang Yingxue's Buzhou Sword, erupting with a huge noise that shook the ground of the entire arena slightly.

Thunder and lightning tore through the air like a ferocious beast, roaring and sweeping over, as if to annihilate everything. Zhou Xiang's sword, with its lightning-tearing attack, collided directly with Jiang Yingxue's Buzhou sword. The deafening sound echoed around the ring. Thunder and lightning roared like a ferocious beast, but Jiang Yingxue's sword blade steadily blocked Zhou Xiang's killing move.

The moment the swords touched, lightning flashed and the surrounding air currents were suddenly stirred, blowing up pieces of dust.

However, Jiang Yingxue's slender figure remained motionless, her feet firmly on the ground, and the sword did not tremble at all.

"This is impossible!" Everyone in the viewing platform below the ring was shocked, their eyes fixed on Jiang Yingxue, their astonishment was beyond words.

The person opposite was a powerful Yuanying stage cultivator. Could this girl be one too? But she was so young, it was impossible!

Wan Jinan stared at Jiang Yingxue on the stage, stunned. "What's going on? How can she, a Qi Condensation cultivator, withstand the killing move of a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Chu Ying stared at Jiang Yingxue on the stage and opened her mouth slightly: "No way... Yingxue is not in the Qi Refining Stage at all?"

The lightning blade grazed the sword, slashing through Jiang Yingxue's left sleeve, revealing a large section of her jade-white skin. However, due to the Lanxu technique, the sword didn't injure her skin at all.

Zhou Xiang's expression suddenly changed, and a hint of surprise and anger flashed in his eyes, but that moment of daze was only short-lived.

He sized Jiang Yingxue up, then pursed his cheek and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to take my killer move... You know, out of the four of you, I only remember your name. Jiang Yingxue, Qi Refining Stage, a top-grade single ice-attributed spiritual root, and pretty. Honestly, there's no man who wouldn't be moved by you, right? I was thinking of coming to find you after the competition, and I specifically said hello to my teammates to save your life. I didn't expect you weren't even in the Qi Refining Stage. Interesting... so interesting, hahahahahaha!"