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

Zhou Xiang began to feel that something was wrong. How come this guy's spiritual power was more than before? Did he take some forbidden drugs? Or was it because of those wings on his body?

However, just as Zhou Xiang was lost in thought, Yan Chuan's wings suddenly flapped, and he lunged forward. His speed was even more astonishing than before, and each swing of his sword carried incredible destructive power, forcing Zhou Xiang back step by step.

Zhou Xiang was now overwhelmed by Yan Chuan's momentum and was breathless. He swung his sword desperately to fight back, but was accurately blocked by Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword every time. His sword was always accurately dissolved, and he himself was constantly scratched by the sword energy, blood splattered, staining his sleeves red.

Gradually, Zhou Xiang's face became paler and paler, and the physical exhaustion also made him gradually lose some confidence.

Zhou Xiang's eyes suddenly turned panicky, and sweat began to form on his forehead. Yan Chuan's sword was too sharp, and his momentum was too powerful. Zhou Xiang had never expected that what he had originally thought was an easy duel would be reversed so quickly.

A trace of fear flashed across his eyes, and his body subconsciously took a few steps back. He had never expected that Yan Chuan would fight back so fiercely.

At this moment, Zhou Xiang suddenly realized something...Yan Chuan's eyes were no longer normal.

Those originally clear eyes were now bloodshot, flashing with anger and madness. The scarlet eyes revealed an almost crazy aura, as if he had completely given up his reason.

This is clearly a sign of going astray!

"Hurry!" With a loud bang, Yan Chuan leaned over again and swung his sword suddenly. The sword energy swept over like a storm.

Zhou Xiang hurriedly blocked the attack with his sword, but it was still too late to completely resist the attack.

The powerful sword energy hit his chest, instantly causing him to bleed from his mouth, and the blood from the corner of his mouth slid down his cheek.

However, Zhou Xiang still had a sneer on his face. He suppressed his inner fear and said sarcastically, "You lunatic, you can't even control yourself. Are you going crazy? Do you want to die with me?"

Yan Chuan did not respond to Zhou Xiang's question, but only murmured softly, his voice dull and hoarse: "If you hurt her, you will seek death..."

Zhou Xiang frowned and asked in confusion: "I just tore her clothes, how did I hurt her? What's the matter, is Miss Jiang your sweetheart?"

Yan Chuan said nothing, but the force of his sword fell even stronger than before. He swung his sword again, this time with even more force, cutting through the air like a knife, and pointed directly at Zhou Xiang's chest.

Zhou Xiang's expression changed. Seeing the sword approaching, he hurriedly raised his sword to defend himself, but it was too late. The powerful airflow nearly knocked his sword out of his hand, and he involuntarily retreated, leaving Zhou Xiang completely bewildered.

If he was really so crazy because of Jiang Yingxue, then he was too awkward and couldn't even say that he loved her?

"What a waste!" Zhou Xiang couldn't help but say when he thought of this.

"You don't even dare to say that you like her? But I just asked her to come to my room, and you pushed yourself to the edge of obsession? What if I really sleep with her-"

Before he could finish his words, Yan Chuan stabbed Zhou Xiang's thigh with a sword. If Zhou Xiang had not dodged in time, this sword would have killed him.

Severe pain erupted from his thigh, and Zhou Xiang couldn't help but let out a scream, the sound of pain echoing in the silent arena. Then, his body became unstable and he fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

"Damn it!" Zhou Xiang clenched his teeth fiercely. The severe pain made his face distorted and his head became more and more dizzy.

Seeing Yan Chuan raising his sword again, and him having no power to fight back, Zhou Xiang suddenly shouted at this critical moment: "Surrender! I surrender!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of golden light immediately popped out from the competition badge on Zhou Xiang's waist. The golden light was like an invisible barrier, blocking Yan Chuan's attack.

The ring was silent for a moment, and then a low roar began to spread in the audience.

The referee raised his hand, trying to maintain order: "The match is over! Liaoyuan Sect voluntarily admits defeat, Xianyun Sect wins!"

Before he could finish his words, a white-haired old man from the Liaoyuan Sect stepped out from the audience, his steps steady yet eager. He was frail, but his eyes were sharp, and he almost couldn't wait to step onto the stage.

The old man's voice was as resounding as a bell: "Wait a minute! This round's Xianyun Sect's victory was unfair! If that woman hadn't intervened just now, the victory should have belonged to my Liaoyuan Sect!"

Zhou Xiang looked at the old man and opened his mouth: "Master... I..."

"Okay, you don't have to say anything, just leave it to me."

Zhou Xiang lowered his head: "Yes..."

The referee frowned slightly, clearly feeling somewhat embarrassed. He looked down at the silent arena and said, "But when the Xianyun Sect committed the foul just now, I clearly told you that the Liaoyuan Sect could have won directly. It was you who were unwilling to end the match that led to the sequel."

The old man snorted coldly, refusing to give in. "That being said, if that woman hadn't stepped onto the stage, even if no one interrupted or broke the rules, we would still have won! It was clearly this woman who disrupted the order, buying Yan Chuan some rest time, allowing him to fight back. This is unfair to us! In short, the Xianyun Sect won unfairly! If they win this, I won't accept it!"

As the old man finished speaking, the air around the arena seemed to freeze for a moment. At this moment, voices of opposition began to rise from the audience, rolling in like a tide, mixed with anger and dissatisfaction:

"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!"

The noise grew louder and louder, and the entire venue fell into chaos. Everyone's eyes were focused on the ring, waiting for the referee's decision.

Seeing the audience's excitement, the referee said, "Wait a moment, let's discuss this."

After saying that, the referee turned around and walked off the stage. After a while, he returned to the ring with the results of the discussion.

"I declare that although the Liaoyuan Sect surrendered during the match, the result was caused by a foul committed by the Xianyun Sect. Therefore, I declare the second preliminary match between the Xianyun Sect and the Liaoyuan Sect a draw!"

When Cen Yi heard this, his heart immediately sank.

Senior brother’s counterattack just now was so brilliant, but I didn’t expect it to end in a draw. Doesn’t the pressure now fall on him?

However, Yingxue's performance just now was also very strange. She was able to block the attack of the Nascent Soul Stage, which showed that her cultivation level was far beyond the Qi Refining Stage. Perhaps Yingxue had a chance to win?

No, no, Cen Yizhi quickly shook his head. He couldn't think like that. He couldn't always rely on others. He had to give it his all.

Under the ring, Cen Yizi repeatedly prepared himself mentally, but at this moment, Yan Chuan on the ring began to become abnormal.