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

Jiang Yingxue tightly grasped the Buzhou Sword, and the sword collided violently with Zhou Xuan's Thunder Sword, sparks flew and crackled, like a raging wave in thunder.

Zhou Xian's face showed a hint of cunning. He licked his cracked lips and asked, "Miss Jiang, what is your cultivation level? Jindan stage? But isn't your Yan Chuan also in the late Jindan stage? He can't withstand my attack for that long. Could it be that you have already reached the Nascent Soul stage?"

Jiang Yingxue raised her eyes, her gaze cold, and the sword sank slightly, pressing Zhou Xian's blade deeper, and said lightly: "It's none of your business?"

Zhou Xiang's smile grew even more intense. He leaned forward slightly, his provocative eyes fixed on Jiang Yingxue: "I'm interested in you, Miss Jiang. You're so strong, it really surprised me. And..." He changed the subject and sneered: "You're breaking the rules now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiang glanced at the referee with disdain and shouted, "Hey! The Xianyun Sect sent two people to the ring. Isn't that a violation? Shouldn't you stop them?"

The referee frowned slightly. The sword energy of the two men had already made the arena a mess. If a Jindan stage cultivator approached rashly, he would definitely be injured.

He cleared his throat, suppressed his inner uneasiness, and stared at the two of them: "Xianyun Sect's actions have indeed violated the rules of the game. Logically speaking, this round should be declared the Xianyun Sect's loss and the Liaoyuan Sect's victory. The game should be over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiang laughed disdainfully: "What if I don't want to end it now?"

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze was cold yet filled with intense excitement, as if he was enjoying the pleasure brought by this battle.

"If you don't want to end it, then the other person from the Xianyun Sect will step down and the match will continue until the contestant surrenders or dies."

Zhou Xiang raised his eyebrows after hearing this, then turned to Jiang Yingxue and sneered, "Did you hear that?"

His eyes swept over Jiang Yingxue like a knife, and his words were full of provocation: "How about this, you come to my room tonight, and this game will be handled as if you lost due to fouls. If you don't want to, then you step down now, and the game will continue. I will beat Yan Chuan to death."

"Is this person sick? I really can't stand it anymore!" Chu Ying thought that she had committed a foul and was about to go to the ring to vent her anger on Jiang Yingxue, but was pulled back by Wan Jinan.

Wan Jinan: "Wait, look at Yan Chuan, he seems to be a little abnormal."

The sounds around him faintly reached Yan Chuan's ears. He opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was Jiang Yingxue struggling to block the opponent's sword. The clothes on her left hand were torn, revealing a piece of white arm.

"Who told you to touch her..." Yan Chuan's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

I saw him supporting his broken body and standing up shakily.

The face that should have been handsome was now covered with traces of battle damage, his clothes were torn, and the blood-stained robes clung to his solid body, revealing a large area of ​​wounds left by sword wounds and battle.

The sweat and blood on his forehead intertwined into thin streams, sliding down his cheeks and even condensing into drops of bright red blood on his chin.

There were several wounds on his left arm that were bleeding, and his sleeve was completely torn, revealing a piece of pale skin that looked particularly fragile.

Zhou Xuan looked at Yan Chuan's almost struggling movements, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, you didn't faint? Wait for me first, I'm asking Miss Jiang if she is willing to come to my room tonight."

Yan Chuan slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and the anger in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"I said, who the hell let you touch her!?"

At this moment, with a roar from Yan Chuan, the air behind him surged like a storm, and accompanied by a strong tearing sound, a pair of golden wings quietly bloomed from behind him.

The wings sparkled with dazzling golden light, as if they were gauze wings condensed from the sun's light, both dazzling and sharp.

The spread of the wings drove the surrounding airflow, and the strong wind blew up the surrounding dust and gravel, forming storms.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire arena froze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Chuan, staring intently at his scarred but still powerful fighting appearance.

"Oh my god, this is impossible..." Chu Ying stared at Yan Chuan's wings and said slowly, "I heard that the eldest brother had elf blood when we were in Tianshan before. Could it be that these wings are..."

"What did you say!?" Wan Jinan interrupted Chu Ying, looking incredulous: "Yan Chuan has elven blood? How come I didn't know that?"

Chu Ying looked at her master innocently: "You didn't ask."

Wan Jinan: ...

On the ring, Yan Chuan gently flapped the wings on his back and took off into the air.

"The game continues." Yan Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, but this time, his eyes were obviously a little more determined than before: "Yingxue, you go back first."

Jiang Yingxue finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Yan Chuan had recovered. She thrust her sword hard, forcing Zhou Xiang to take a few steps back.

Zhou Xiang's expression changed slightly upon seeing this. He had been at ease, but now, faced with this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little wary. How could this person have grown a pair of wings? Could it be some special weapon or spiritual beast assisting him?

Yan Chuan hung in mid-air, pointing the tip of the Firefly Sword at Zhou Xiang: "Why aren't you talking? Are you mute?"

Zhou Xiang immediately regained his previous proud demeanor, tilting his head and smiling, "It's just an extra pair of wings. The Golden Core Stage is still the Golden Core Stage. Very good, then let's continue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiang's aura suddenly became fierce. He took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand flashed with lightning. The sword tip carried a thunderous force and slashed towards Yan Chuan fiercely.

Yan Chuan's eyes were sharp, and he spread his wings lightly. His whole body swooped down like a meteor and pounced on Zhou Xiang fiercely.

His sword pointed directly at Zhou Xiang's heart. Before Zhou Xiang could react, Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword was already approaching, its sharp blade slicing through the air, bringing with it gusts of strong air currents.

Fast... too fast...

Zhou Xiang instinctively swung his sword to fight, but he never expected that Yan Chuan's strength was far beyond his expectations.

A Jindan stage cultivator could actually become so powerful in such a short period of time and reverse the situation.

The wings of Yan Chuan not only increased his speed, but also provided him with a constant flow of spiritual energy. An unprecedented sense of oppression permeated his entire body. The power within him was incompatible with his severe injuries.

"Clang——" With a deafening metal collision, Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword and Zhou Xiang's Purple Lightning Sword collided fiercely, sparks flew everywhere, and the huge impact force made the two men step back several steps, and deep cracks appeared on the ground.