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

The man's long sword clashed fiercely with Chu Ying and Cen Yizhi's double swords in the air. The sound of the sword blades rubbing against each other was like the collision of iron and stone.

Seeing that his waist was being pressed lower and lower, leaving him no room to resist, the man became anxious.

He hurriedly turned his head and tried to ask his teammates for help. However, to his surprise, Yan Chuan and Jiang Yingxue were already entangled with the other three members of his team and had no spare energy to take care of him.

The situation on the field made him feel unprecedented despair.

"Damn it!" the man cursed, his brows furrowed, his face livid. "You two lunatics, if you work together to force me off the stage, you two will fall down with me!"

"Okay!" Chu Ying smiled brightly, yet with a hint of murderous intent: "That's exactly what I meant!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them burst out with all their strength almost at the same time, their feet flying like the wind and their sword energy like a rainbow.

The power of the Red Lotus Sword and the Clear Wind Sword was suddenly amplified at this moment. The two swords intertwined in the air. In an instant, the flames and wind intertwined into a bright light. The air flow was turbulent, and the pressure made half of the arena seem to tremble.

A trace of fear flashed in the man's eyes. He tried to hold on, but felt that he could no longer bear this pressure.

At this moment, Chu Ying and Cen Yizi almost without thinking concentrated their last strength on the tip of the sword, and with a sudden force, three streams of sword energy poured down like a storm.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the three of them fell off the stage together.

Seeing the situation was settled, the referee immediately struck the gong and drum and announced, "Two members of the Xianyun Sect withdraw, one member of the Lingxi Sect withdraws, the match continues!"

The ring suddenly became quiet, and the audience's attention was focused on the situation in the arena.

The other three members of the Lingxi Sect finally came to their senses, realizing that one of their own had been pushed off the stage. Their expressions, originally furious, now grew more solemn.

Sima Yinan stood at the side of the ring, frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He was tall and straight, with a stern expression on his face. His slender fingers unconsciously tightened the hilt of his sword as he whispered, "What a waste! He was actually taken away by two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators."

The woman beside him gently smoothed her hair, her movements graceful and refined. Her gaze swept over the man who had been pushed off the stage, and she spoke, "Ah, after all, two of them from the Xianyun Sect have left. Now they have one Jindan and one Yuanying, against one Jindan and two Yuanying. How can they possibly defeat us?"

After saying this, she lifted the hair in front of her with her fingertips, tilted her head slightly, and her expression revealed a bit of disdain and superiority.

"So what if there's only one Golden Core and two Nascent Souls? From just now until now, it seems that both sides of us are evenly matched, right?" Yan Chuan raised the corner of his lips, revealing two shallow dimples.

His handsome face looked even clearer and deeper under the light. Seeing this, the woman opposite blushed unconsciously.

She swallowed and looked away: "We are evenly matched because we are letting you go."

Yan Chuan still smiled gently, but his eyes became sharper and he raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You still let us win on the court? You should know how much you gave us."

Sima Yinan, standing nearby, frowned slightly at these words, his already stern expression taking on an even darker hue. His gaze lingered on Yan Chuan for a moment, and after a moment, he spoke, "You're not at the Golden Core stage, are you? If you were, the two of you wouldn't be able to hold off the three of us."

"you guess?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly drew out the Firefly Sword. The sword was as sharp as the twinkling stars in the night sky. In a flash, he jumped up, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Sima Yinan.

Jiang Yingxue had already activated her ice-attribute skills. She quickly formed seals with her hands, and just as several people were threatening to attack from the air, frost unknowingly blocked the feet of the three opponents without any warning.

A flash of surprise flashed across Sima Yinan's eyes, but then he sneered, gritted his teeth, and kicked hard, trying to break free from the icy bond. However, just as he was trying his best to break free, Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword was almost in front of him.

Seeing that he could not avoid it, Sima Yinan hurriedly turned around and swung his sword to meet the attack. The long sword collided violently with Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword, making a deafening "clang" sound.

The force generated by the collision between the swords caused both sides' bodies to shake slightly, and the sharpness of the two swords almost made their arms tremble violently.

Sima Yinan gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He pressed his sword hard again, barely forcing the Firefly Sword away and narrowly escaping Yan Chuan's attack range.

Under the influence of the frost restraints, his movements seemed unusually slow. Seeing that he had been forced into a desperate situation, he quickly retreated, avoiding Yan Chuan's sword. He gasped for breath and steadied himself, the gloom in his eyes becoming more intense: "You really pissed me off this time."

After saying that, he bit his finger and blood gushed out from the wound. Bright red blood drops dripped onto the bluestone floor of the ring, splashing a small red water droplet.

Then, he quickly formed seals, intertwined his hands quickly, and as his fingertips moved, runes flashed in the air and blood surged.

Blood dripped onto the ground and quickly spread out. A dazzling magic circle quickly appeared. The next moment, a black light suddenly burst out from the center of the magic circle, and a huge, agile black panther figure emerged from the light.

The black panther was incredibly beautiful, with a purple gem embedded in its forehead. Its limbs were powerful, its muscles defined, and its powerful back and sharp claws gleamed coldly under the light. Its fur was as black as ink, and its eyes, like two burning blood-red rubies, radiated a chilling murderous aura.

There was a sudden uproar in the audience, with excited voices rising one after another.

"This is Sima Yinan's eighth-level spirit beast! The Hell Leopard!"

"Oh my God, I've only heard of it but never seen Sima Yinan release it! I didn't expect the Xianyun Sect to be able to force Sima Yinan's spirit beast out this time!"

"Then we are able to open our eyes thanks to the Xianyun Sect!"

"I didn't expect that the Xianyun Sect would actually push the Lingxi Sect into a corner."

"Do you think it's possible for the Xianyun Sect to win this round? After all, that Yan Chuan doesn't seem to be in the Jindan stage, but the Yuanying stage."

"Impossible! If Sima Yinan hadn't released the black panther, it would be hard to say. But this is an eighth-level spirit beast. Even if Yan Chuan is really in the Nascent Soul stage, there's no way he can defeat it."

"Luckily, I bet on Lingxi Sect to win last night. Now it looks like I can make a killing! Well done to Lingxi Sect!"