The Strongest Female Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration

Ruoshui immediately channeled spiritual energy into the teleportation scroll to activate it, and the moment the scroll was activated, Ruoshui disappeared from the spot.

Only Xiao Hei remained, gathering all his spiritual energy to rush back.

On the spacious dueling platform of the Heavenly Sword Sect, two young men were engaged in a fierce battle.

"That's the sect leader's newly accepted disciple, I think his name is Qi Musheng. How did he end up fighting with the Seventh Elder's personal disciple?"

"You don't know this, do you? The two of them even signed a life-or-death contract because of their fight over that newly joined junior sister named Feng Qi."

"If you sign a death waiver before going to the dueling arena, you won't be punished according to the sect rules if you die."

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd below, Qi Musheng dodged the fireball thrown by the man opposite him, thinking:

What junior sister? Who cares? But anyone who insults my sister must pay the price.

Just a few days ago, the couple who had always been at odds with them also joined the Heavenly Sword Sect and became disciples of the Seventh Elder.

Qi Musheng was very wary, but later he found that the other party might be mindful of his status as a personal disciple and dared not make a move against him. After a few days, they were at peace.

But a few days later, Qi Musheng discovered that the two people were still as quiet as chickens.

But the Seventh Elder's personal disciple suddenly started causing trouble for him every day, which was definitely related to these two people.

Qi Musheng, adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble," ignored the other party's shameless provocations.

Later, when the disciple saw that Qi Musheng was unmoved, he began to insult Ruoshui in order to provoke Qi Musheng.

Dragons have their Achilles' heel, and Qi Musheng's sister is the Achilles' heel that he cannot touch, leading to a conflict that erupts in a short period of time.

In just a few days, the two reached a point of no return, eventually signing a death pact and going up on the dueling platform.

Qi Musheng looked at the Seventh Elder below the dueling platform, who seemed completely at ease, as if he was certain that his disciple would not lose.

No wonder, after all, he lent all his treasures to this apprentice this time.

Just then, three fireballs flew towards Qi Musheng with a "boom boom boom" sound. They were about to reach him, and he could feel the heat of the flames scorching his skin.

He channeled his spiritual energy, quickly jumped back five meters, and avoided the attack.

Where Qi Musheng had stood, the ground was now scorched black.

"The fact that you can still daydream means I haven't been working hard enough." The disciple licked his lips.

"Just enjoy your remaining time while you're still alive, the next second will be your death day. Ah, after you die, how am I going to torture your lovely little sister?"

The man's smile was so wicked that you wanted to tear his mouth off.

"Shut up!" Qi Musheng was truly enraged, unleashing all his spiritual power, his entire body enveloped in purple lightning.

With a powerful push of his foot, Qi Musheng shot out, wielding a sword wrapped in purple lightning, and slashed at the man.

When the man saw Qi Musheng attacking, he immediately fired several fireballs at Qi Musheng.

"Boom!" The fireball struck Mu Sheng, and the flames burst forth like fireworks, burning his clothes to shreds. The crackling sound of his flesh burning could even be heard.

Despite his injuries, Qi Musheng charged toward his disciple with undiminished momentum.

The disciple hadn't expected Qi Musheng to be so reckless as to not even try to dodge.

Qi Musheng's tattered, burned clothes were accompanied by purple lightning dancing wildly around him, making him look like a vengeful ghost.

Seeing this, the disciple trembled and roared at Qi Musheng, "Madman, madman!"

As Qi Musheng was about to reach him, the disciple was so frightened that he couldn't move.

Qi Musheng mobilized all his spiritual energy, raised his sword, and swung it at the disciple. Anyone who insulted his sister must pay the price.

However, Qi Musheng's sword remained firmly planted on the disciple's head.

The lightning crackling around the sword continued to strike, but no matter how much spiritual energy Qi Musheng poured in, his tiger's mouth cracked, and the sword could not advance any further.

An aged voice rang out, "How dare you kill my disciple as you please?" It was none other than the Seventh Elder, who was sitting below the stage.

With a casual flick of his sleeve, the Seventh Elder unleashed a sword aura that shot towards Qi Musheng.

Qi Musheng immediately mobilized his spiritual energy to hold his sword horizontally in front of his chest to block the attack.

The sword energy clashed with the sword, creating a deafening roar as powerful spiritual energy surged forth, causing the spectators below to squint.

The sword energy continued its momentum, and Qi Musheng only managed to regain his balance after retreating more than ten meters.

He mobilized all his spiritual energy to resist the sword energy, and finally, with a "bang," the sword energy dissipated.

Qi Musheng also coughed up blood, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

Upon seeing this, someone in the audience shouted, "Once you sign the life-or-death agreement and step onto the dueling platform, your life or death is not up to you, and no one else is allowed to interfere. What the Seventh Elder is doing is against the rules!"

The Seventh Elder turned his wrinkled face and stared at the disciple, which made one's hair stand on end.

"Rules? I am the rule of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

After speaking, he turned around and released his pressure, pinning Qi Musheng to the ground so he couldn't get up. The disciples who had stood up immediately fell silent.

Upon seeing this, the disciple of the Seventh Elder was no longer the useless person who had been so frightened that he couldn't move.

He laughed loudly, making everyone's skin crawl. "Hahaha, you still want to fight me? Go to hell! After you die, I'll soon bring your cute little sister to keep you company."

Having said that, he picked up his sword and walked toward Qi Musheng, who was lying on the ground unable to move.

Qi Musheng gritted his teeth on the ground, glaring fiercely at the Seventh Elder, desperately trying to get up.

However, he was so overwhelmed by the oppressive aura of the Seven Elders that he coughed up blood several more times.

The Seventh Elder's disciple walked slowly toward Qi Musheng, looking every bit like he was about to kill his prey.

The disciple walked up to Qi Musheng, slowly picked up the sword in his hand, pointed it at Qi Musheng's heart lying on the ground, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

When everyone could no longer bear to watch, Qi Musheng burst into laughter, "If I die, my sister will not let you go, hahaha, I will not be alone on my journey to the underworld."

Qi Musheng's laughter provoked the man. "Die!" the man shouted, and plunged his sword fiercely toward Qi Musheng's heart.