Even when she coughed up blood, Qingqiu remained aloof.

He casually wiped his mouth with his hand, gripped the Azure Sky Sword tightly, stared intently at Lin Qingshan, and then flew over.

Lin Qingshan sneered: "You're courting death!"

As he spoke, he also drew his sword and charged forward.

"Bang!"

The two were, after all, at different levels, and at the crucial sixth level. So, when Lin Qingshan got serious, Qingqiu had no chance to defend herself!

So there was another loud bang, and this time Qingqiu wasn't so lucky. She was sent flying, looking quite disheveled.

Lin Qingshan's love turned to hatred. After despairing, he felt nothing but intense hatred for Qingqiu and wished she were dead right now!

So before she even landed, Lin Qingshan chased after her, raising his sword and preparing to slash at Qingqiu, who had already lost all resistance!

If this sword strikes, Qingqiu's chances of survival are slim!

"don't want!"

Just as Qingqiu was spitting blood, Jing Zhe couldn't bear to watch any longer. But since it was a martial arts competition, he couldn't interrupt rashly. He could only go down to the stage and watch closely, just in case.

So when he saw Lin Qingshan preparing to kill Qingqiu, he immediately used his lightness skill to the extreme. Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, as if a shadow had floated past them.

The next moment, Jing Zhe had already hugged Qing Qiu and stepped back, thus dodging the attack.

At this moment, Abbess Mingji also flew up to the stage, looking at Lin Qingshan with a somewhat cold gaze.

"Lin Qingshan, are you trying to kill someone?"

Lin Qingshan then sheathed his sword and sneered, "Sect Master Mingji is joking. It's just a martial arts contest; how could it involve killing?"

"You know about martial arts competitions? Every martial arts tournament has said beforehand that it should end when the opponent has made a move. When you lost to Pei Yunxi before, did she also want to kill you?"

"..."

Losing to Pei Yunxi is the most memorable thing for Lin Qingshan in recent years, and it is also his humiliation.

He clenched his fist and continued to sneer, "Sect Leader Mingji, although the martial arts tournament is supposed to end with a point, swords have no eyes, and deaths and injuries are common. What's the big deal? Besides, she didn't die, did she?"

As she spoke, she coldly glanced at Qingqiu lying in Jing Zhe's arms. Looking at the warm scene of the two embracing each other, she inexplicably felt a fire burning up in her body again: Why didn't I just kill you?

"If we don't come up—"

"Sect Master Mingji, please don't bring up 'what ifs.' The result is that I didn't kill anyone. We were having a normal duel, and you guys came up and interrupted it. Fine, that's one thing, but you're the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect. Don't you even know this basic rule?"

Lin Qingshan is now like a mad dog, going all out and biting anyone he can get his hands on, directly confronting Abbess Mingji.

"..."

Master Mingji sighed, looking at the girl who had once been her disciple, eating her food, wearing her clothes, and whose martial arts skills she had personally taught, but who had betrayed them and even tried to kill them. She felt a pang of sorrow.

This is nothing less than betraying one's master and ancestors.

Damn it!

Jing Zhe was both heartbroken and furious when Qingqiu was injured. Hearing Lin Qingshan still mocking him, he couldn't hold back any longer. If he hadn't been holding Qingqiu in his arms, he would have killed him on the spot!

Lying in his arms, Qingqiu could feel Jing Zhe's tense body, so she gently squeezed his hand. When Jing Zhe turned his head, she whispered, "Zhe'er, don't... cough cough..."

Perhaps due to the severity of her injury, she coughed violently after only uttering a few words, with traces of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Jing Zhe felt even more distressed upon seeing this. He wiped away the bloodstains with his hand and replied softly, "Don't worry, Third Sister, I won't go now. Don't say anything more. I'll take you back to recover."

With that, Jing Zhe turned around, carrying Qing Qiu, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

Lin Qingshan spoke up.

Jing Zhe didn't even turn his head and walked straight down.

Enraged, Lin Qingshan drew his sword and leaped forward, blocking the two men's path.

"I told you, you can't leave!"

"What, you want to die right now?"

"Heh, I hope when you meet me, the sword in your hand will be just like your words!"

Lin Qingshan sneered and continued, "We're in the arena now. You've already broken the rules by stepping onto the field, and now you want to leave halfway through? What, are you planning to admit defeat?"

Jing Zhe glanced at him: "If you weren't an idiot, you would never say something so brainless!"

"..."

Lin Qingshan was stunned.

What kind of sculpture is a sand sculpture?

What kind of disability is "brain-dead"?

It didn't sound like a nice thing to say.

Then Jing Zhe continued, "She's already injured like this, do you think she can still compare?"

"That means admitting defeat."

Jing Zhe ignored him and prepared to continue forward, but was stopped by Lin Qingshan. Jing Zhe was on the verge of exploding and was ready to pull out a grenade to blow him up at any time. As for whether he would accidentally hurt someone, he didn't care about that anymore.

Qingqiu nestled in his arms, pressing her head against his chest, and whispered, "Zhe'er, no... let's go back first, okay?"

Perhaps genuinely afraid that Jing Zhe would make a move at this moment, Qing Qiu's voice was pleading, something Jing Zhe had never heard before.

Lin Qingshan naturally heard it too, and he gritted his teeth in hatred: Those two scoundrels! I really want to kill them right now!

I want her to admit defeat herself!

Driven by love turned to hate, Lin Qingshan developed a morbid mentality, insisting that he must hear Qingqiu admit defeat to his face.

Qingqiu opened her mouth, wanting to speak, afraid that if she didn't leave soon, she wouldn't be able to stop Jing Zhe, but he reached out and covered her mouth.

Jing Zhe glanced down, Su Moyan nodded, then said a few words to the Prince of Jin, and then relayed the message to the Qingyang Sect Leader.

The Qingyang Sect Leader chuckled and said, "Since the outcome is decided, Sect Leader Lin, please let President Jing and the others leave! Everyone should agree that Sect Leader Lin has won the first match, right?"

"agree!"

After witnessing Lin Qingshan's strength, a large group of people below the stage cheered in unison. Jing Zhe ignored them and carried Qingqiu forward. This time, Lin Qingshan made way for him.

"hehe."

As he passed by him, Lin Qingshan sneered twice.

"Laugh as much as you can, because after tomorrow, you might not have the chance to laugh again!"

"Heh, win this afternoon's match first before you start talking big! Even if you wanted to fight me, you might not even have the chance!"

After learning that Mu Qingren had already reached the sixth level of the realm, Lin Qingshan felt that Jing Zhe probably wouldn't be able to get past the afternoon's test, and it would be difficult for him to kill him, which was a great pity.

Jing Zhe stopped talking and didn't linger; he went straight downstairs.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect, led by Yu Bo, immediately surrounded them.

"Give our senior sister to us, then we won't need to trouble President Jing!"

"roll!"

Jing Zhe roared, startling everyone into backing away. Jing Zhe, however, kept his eyes straight ahead and strode forward. The crowd parted to make way for him…

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