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

"Damn it!" Sima Yinan gritted his teeth in the ring, anger and resentment practically overflowing from his eyes. He spoke word by word, "You two are truly capable. We underestimated you. But you're still a long way from defeating us."

As he spoke, his eyes turned and he looked fiercely at his junior sister, his voice low: "Yanran!"

Yanran smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness at the corner of her mouth, and gently twisted her neck. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "I know, Senior Brother."

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and flung it into the air like a flash of lightning. The sword drew an elegant arc in the air, and then, with a crisp sword sound, the blade suddenly split, and in an instant, it turned into ten sharp blades, rushing towards Jiang Yingxue at an extremely fast speed.

Yan Chuan stood aside and instinctively wanted to step forward to stop it, but just as he was about to move, he caught a glimpse of the black panther rushing towards him quickly out of the corner of his eye.

On this side, Jiang Yingxue gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with her fingers, her movements as calm as usual.

However, as she prepared to face the oncoming blades, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Those swords did not come straight towards him, but all hovered above his head, as if turning into a shadow made of swords.

Jiang Yingxue was slightly stunned, and a sense of unease rose in her heart. She glanced over her head and saw that the ten swords began to slowly rotate around her, forming a suffocating encirclement.

"not good!"

I just told Jiang Yingxue that she must avoid the circle, but the other party used magic to tie her feet with soil, making it difficult for her to break free for a while.

She paused for a moment, intending to find a way out. But at this moment, ten swords suddenly fell like meteors, carrying a strong sword energy, piercing the ground around her.

As the blades pierced through, the entire ground vibrated with a dull tremor, as if the very earth was trembling slightly under the weight of this force. Jiang Yingxue's figure was instantly pinned down by the ten swords, forming a perfect sword formation cage. The blades on all sides were like the claws of a ferocious beast.

"You can't escape." Yanran sneered, a smug look flashing in her eyes: "Don't even think your companion will come to save you. After all, he will be tortured even worse by my senior brother and the Hell Leopard."

On the other side, Yan Chuan, Sima Yinan and the Hell Leopard were engaged in a tough battle.

The eighth-level spirit beast is worthy of being an eighth-level spirit beast. The hell leopard suddenly leaped up and struck Yan Chuan like a bolt of lightning.

A cold light flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes, and his body reacted almost instinctively. The Firefly Sword was quickly held across his body, blocking the sharp claws of the Hell Leopard that was pouncing towards him.

However, the power of the Hell Leopard was too strong. The moment the sword blade touched the leopard's claws, there was a deafening collision sound. The powerful force caused Yan Chuan's arm to shake violently, and he almost slipped out of his hand.

However, the Hell Leopard didn't give him a chance to breathe. Its black figure pounced on him again almost instantly, as fast as lightning, and its claws once again slashed at Yan Chuan's chest like sharp blades.

At the same time, Sima Yinan's figure appeared silently behind Yan Chuan, and the long sword in his hand suddenly chopped down with a whistling sword wind. The sword energy was like a sharp blade, pointing directly at Yan Chuan's back.

Yan Chuan turned around hurriedly, and the Firefly Sword instantly drew out a silver sword energy, pointing directly at the neck of the Hell Leopard, trying to threaten it with this attack and force it to pause for a moment.

The sword energy pierced through the air like a sharp arrow, but the Hell Leopard was extremely flexible. It easily avoided the attack by turning sideways in the air, and then grabbed Yan Chuan's abdomen with one claw.

With a swish sound, Yan Chuan's clothes on his abdomen were torn open in an instant, and the sharp claws cut his skin. Bright red blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

The severe pain burned his body like a knife, making him scream out.

"Yan Chuan!!" Jiang Yingxue shouted from the side.

Yanran sneered, "You still have the heart to care about him? Just take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Yanran attacked Jiang Yingxue.

On the other side, Sima Yinan burst into laughter and said loudly, "It must be painful to be injured by a Hell Leopard, right? Let me tell you, the Hell Leopard is called a Hell Leopard because its claws are extremely poisonous. It can cause you excruciating pain and eventually lead to a slow death in endless agony."

At this moment, Chu Ying and Cen Yizi had already sat back down next to Wan Jinan. She couldn't help but shudder, "The Lingxi Sect has gone crazy! They're going to kill me! My senior brother is injured now, so he's doomed!"

Wan Jinan cleared his throat. "That's not the case. He's practiced Lanxu Kung Fu and has elven blood, so he can't die. It's just that he has to endure the severe pain."

Chu Ying: "That's a blessing in disguise. How despicable! How could there be such a person? Summoning an eighth-level spirit beast to help is no different from adding another Nascent Soul!?"

Cen Yizhi nodded: "And they used a killing move, it was too vicious."

"That's it!"

The two people in the audience who knew the truth breathed a sigh of relief, but Jiang Yingxue on the stage had no idea that the elf bloodline could save him from death.

At this moment, Jiang Yingxue felt her mind was blank. Her body was mechanically blocking Yanran's attack while she was in a daze.

Yan Chuan was in so much pain that the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he curled up in pain.

Sima Yinan walked up, looked at Yan Chuan lying on the ground as if he were garbage, and then kicked him contemptuously.

He squatted beside Yan Chuan and whispered, "Your people from Xianyun Sect are trash. Just like fifty years ago. In fact, our Lingxi Sect had already arrived fifty years ago. I was in a corner where you couldn't see me, watching your people from the First Peak die or get injured in that demon-slaying war. Their pain is exactly the same as yours now. They were such trash fifty years ago, and you, as their disciple, are still such trash fifty years later. As for trash, your Xianyun Sect has a good inheritance."

After hearing this, Yan Chuan endured the pain and said, "Were you also there during the demon-slaying war fifty years ago?"

"Yes, I'm here too. I love seeing you people from the First Peak being tortured. It's so much fun!"

"Hehe..." Yan Chuan closed his eyes and laughed twice.

Sima Yinan was very puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

"The Demon-Subduing War fifty years ago is something Master cares about, I don't care." He raised his eyes and looked at Sima Yinan: "But you were there fifty years ago, so you must be at least seventy or eighty years old now? You are older than my Master, and you are going to the sect competition to compete with young people. It's ridiculous."

"Yan Chuan!" Sima Yinan was furious: "I'm going to kill you right now!"