Chapter 153 Huang Ying'er is completely defeated

Then Xiaobai landed lightly on the 108th jade step.

Steady and without a trace of worldly air.

Behind her, there was a series of crisp explosions of jade breaking.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Everyone looked on in horror.

The thirty-six steps that she had stepped over so swiftly just now were now cracked like a spider web, densely packed and shocking.

Thirty-six levels in total, all wasted?

This is the nine-tiered ladder to heaven that the sect spent countless natural treasures to build.

There was dead silence in the spectator stands, and then there were gasps one after another.

The fine jade teacup in the sword-wielding elder's hand broke with a "crack".

The hot green tea dripped down his slightly trembling fingers, but he seemed not to notice.

"No... Impossible..."

Huang Ying'er stumbled back, her footing unstable, and she nearly fell down, her face pale, with several cuts from the sword. The rings on her waist jingled, hitting the sword-testing stone behind her, making a crisp and harsh sound.

"How could a mere ant that ascended from the lower realm possibly... How could it possibly break the formation of the Nine-Layer Heaven Ladder? And even destroyed so many steps."

Her pretty face was distorted with jealousy and fear, and her voice was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the air.

"ah……"

Her scream stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had strangled her throat.

A long sword with a cold glow had quietly appeared before her eyes without her knowing when.

It was the natal spiritual sword Bingpo that she had just worn on her waist.

At this moment, the tip of the Bingpo Sword was firmly against three inches in front of her throat, emitting a cold sword light.

The chill flowing from the sword reflected her eyes, which were wide open with extreme fear, and her face, which was as pale as paper.

Xiaobai used his other little hand to pat his bulging cuffs seemingly casually.

In the inconspicuous secret pocket in the sleeve, the residual heat from the burning of some special powder was radiating a slight heat through the fabric.

[Hehe, produced by Third Brother, the tracking effect is first-rate soul-chasing incense, you deserve it~]

When the formation was reversed just now and spiritual energy was running wild, causing chaos, she 'slipped' and 'accidentally' sprinkled the precious perfume powder evenly all over the steps that were about to be gloriously sacrificed.

Once you are contaminated by it, your scent will be firmly locked, and no matter where you run to, you will be like a firefly in the dark night.

"Thank you."

Xiaobai put away his sword so quickly that only a shadow was left.

The Bingpo Sword spun in her small hand, making a beautiful sword flower, and was accurately inserted into a plain spare scabbard that she had found out at some point.

Then he spoke, his voice soft, but with a barely perceptible hint of teasing and laziness in his tone.

Then, she stopped looking at the distraught Huang Ying'er, turned around, and used her clear eyes.

At this moment, his big eyes seemed particularly unfathomable as he looked at the deacon disciple next to him who had been completely petrified.

"The next one is the kendo test, right?"

There was a question in his voice, but it had an aura that left no room for doubt.

At this moment, something strange happened.

A fierce look flashed in Huang Ying'er's eyes, and hatred and madness intertwined, and she suddenly exploded.

"Little bitch! Go to hell."

She actually had a backup plan. Another poisoned dagger hidden in her sleeve, wrapped in biting frost and murderous resentment, pierced Xiaobai's defenseless back like a venomous snake coming out of a hole.

The dagger broke through the air, making a sharp hissing sound. What was even more strange was that it was accompanied by a "buzzing" sound that made people dazed and dizzy.

Is that the soul-catching bell?

The corners of Xiaobai's lips curled up slightly, like a patient hunter waiting for the fish to take the bait.

[Oh, are you impatient? Are you trying to sneak attack me out of anger? I've been waiting for you for a long time~]

Almost at the same moment when Huang Ying'er jumped up, a fleeting faint golden light flashed across Xiaobai's eyes.

[Trace the light purple pupil, open. ]

In an instant, Huang Ying'er's movements were slowed down countless times in her eyes. At the same time, the trajectories of seven poisoned flying needles hidden around the dagger, as thin as cow hair and flashing with a faint blue luster, were clearly reflected in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Playing dirty tricks? Who can't do that?

At the same time, her left hand, which had been curled up in the warm palm, moved slightly with her fingertips and gently crushed a small, cicada-thin talisman.

[Second Brother sponsored the high-definition, uncensored face-to-face live broadcast of the video transmission talisman, launched. 】

Buzz...

A soft sound.

In mid-air, a huge, glowing mysterious mirror suddenly appeared, instantly bursting out with a dazzling white light.

The light was like the scorching sun at noon, illuminating an area of ​​thirty meters as bright as day, with every detail clearly visible.

Everyone squinted their eyes because of the sudden bright light.

But the next moment, they all clearly saw in the Xuan Guang mirror Huang Ying'er's hideous and distorted face when she attacked, the undisguised murderous intent in her eyes, and the strange little bell on her waist that was shaking violently and emitting a strange and soul-stirring magic sound.

"It's the Soul-Catching Bell." An elder in the spectator's booth stood up suddenly, his hair and beard standing on end, furious. "How dare she use such a vicious and evil thing in the sect's assessment?"

"She attacked openly and used forbidden objects. This woman has evil intentions and should be severely punished!!"

"Oh my god! How shameless! Could it be that she is from the Zhuo faction?"

The discussion and angry voices suddenly exploded.

In the split second when the truth was revealed to the world, Xiaobai moved.

Faced with the deadly killing move and soul-stirring magic sound coming from behind, she did not dodge, but instead spun around suddenly.

His right hand was as fast as lightning, and he drew out the plain, even shabby-looking peach wood sword from his waist, which was uniformly distributed during the sect assessment.

The twin sword spirits were still very angry and asked why they were not used.

It was this peach wood sword that had almost no spiritual energy, but it seemed to come alive in her hands.

The sword seemed to be swung out casually, but it cut out a round, smooth, and stunningly bright silver arc in the air.

Simple and pure, yet it contains a certain sword-fighting truth of returning to nature.

What a joke! We were also taught by the senior sister, so when it comes to swordsmanship, we should only listen to the products of the senior sister.

clang……

An extremely crisp and loud sound of metal clashing was heard, even with a hint of breaking.

Huang Ying'er's icy dagger, which was infused with most of her cultivation and tempered with deadly poison, was like rotten wood. It was cut in half by this ordinary peach wood sword, and the broken end was as smooth as a mirror.

At the moment of breaking the dagger, Xiaobai's left sleeve swayed slightly.

It was a bone flute as smooth in color as the finest white jade, with a lifelike dragon pattern engraved on it that looked as if it would take off at any time. It slid silently into her fair hands.

[The treasure that the third brother refined with the real bone of the magic dragon has its own magic-breaking dragon chant, which is professionally matched to deal with this kind of clanging mental pollution, and the effect is outstanding.]

She naturally brought the bone flute to her cherry lips, puffed up her pink cheeks slightly, and blew softly.

Woo…

There was clearly no deafening sound, just a melodious and ethereal flute sound that seemed to come from ancient times.

But as the flute sound spread, it seemed to turn into an invisible yet substantial shock wave.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The seven insidious and vicious poisonous flying needles that were about to hit Xiao Bai could not even hold out for a breath in mid-air. Like fragile soap bubbles, they were all shattered by the invisible sound waves and turned into nothing.

"Ah... my head, my ears."

Almost at the same time, Huang Ying'er's followers who were hiding around, ready to provide support or finish off the enemy, suddenly held their heads and screamed miserably. Their faces were pale and blood was oozing from their seven orifices. They could no longer stand and fell to the ground, as if their bones were pulled out, and rolled over in pain.

Huang Ying'er, the main target, was the first to bear the brunt.

She only felt an irresistible force rushing straight into her soul, as if countless steel needles were stirring wildly inside, causing her excruciating pain.

She covered her head, her bloodshot eyes widened in horror, and her body was shaking.

She raised her trembling hands in disbelief and subconsciously touched her forehead.

There, there, how...

A spot of blood-red, as if carefully dotted with the finest cinnabar, quietly appeared on her smooth forehead at some point.

The mark was ancient in shape, bright and eye-catching, and carried with it an aura of locking that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, indelible and inescapable.

[Done! ~ The unique Soul-Chasing Seal taught by the Second Brother himself, delivered to your door, no returns or exchanges.

Once it is imprinted, no one, whether in heaven or on earth, can escape. 】

Xiaobai slowly put away the bone flute and gently stroked it with his white and tender fingertips, as if he was comforting an old friend with whom he had just fought side by side.

Her gaze was calm as it once again fell on the completely dumbfounded deacon disciple, as if the series of thrilling counterattacks just now were just an insignificant episode.

The sect elders present also knew that Xiaobai was a talented person, so they did not pursue the matter. However, after that day, the sect made a new rule that any challenge or competition could not damage the sect’s property, otherwise three times the compensation would be required.