The Tianji Pavilion elders likely knew their actions today were rather shameless. Seeing Lu Wuxiu beginning to collapse on the stage, they didn't smile at all. Their backs were stiff as they endured the occasional scornful glances from the Yanjian Sect elders.
"Oh no! Junior Brother Lu Wuxiu is about to fall off the stage!"
Suddenly someone in the audience shouted loudly, and some people closed their eyes in fear. When they looked up again, Lu Wuxiu's tall and straight figure was still standing on the ring, but there was a deep scar on his body, and blood was dripping to the ground like water, but Lu Wuxiu seemed not to feel any pain.
Wang Ling, the female cultivator from Tianji Pavilion who was fighting against Lu Wuxiu, was "battle-hardened", but when she was looked at by Lu Wuxiu's cold eyes, she instantly got goose bumps all over her body and took half a step back.
It was clearly just a small competition, but she could clearly sense the other party's murderous intent. He was simply a madman. For the future of the sect, she would not make any concessions.
"Is this competition really worth risking your life for?"
Lu Wuxiu didn't say anything, the sword tightly held in his hand said it all.
Of course it's worth it. He was at the scene of how the "Auspicious Cloud" appeared that day, and he didn't want the people from Tianji Pavilion to target Senior Sister Yan Baibai.
"In that case, I will beat you down." This time, she decided to use all her strength. As long as she beat this person down, there would be only one spot left on the Yanjian Sect side, and their Tianji Pavilion still had three people including her, so the Tianji Pavilion was sure to win!
No one would ever know that the one who was most busy in this battle was the sword spirit inside the Flame-eating Sword. Because it had to fight alongside Lu Wuxiu outside while at the same time suppressing Lu Wuxiu's demonic body that was about to escape from the sea of consciousness.
Ever since the last sect competition, Lu Wuxiu always becomes impulsive and loses control whenever it comes to Yan Baibai.
"You little brat, your body has reached its limit. Hurry up and find a chance to get down." Shi Yan sometimes really hated Lu Wuxiu's stubbornness, so he shouted, "If you dare to expose your demonic body now, you will never see us again in your lifetime."
Lu Wuxiu was distracted for a moment by Shi Yan's words, and coupled with the severe injuries on his body, he was really knocked off the ring.
"Junior brother!"
Lu Wuxiu felt like he was hallucinating. He seemed to hear Yan Baibai's voice and even fell into her arms. He saw her anxious face...
"Ah - Baibai, you little bastard, it's really Baibai, ah -"
The exaggerated and excited scream of Shi Yan rang in his mind. This was the first time that Lu Wuxiu felt that he could tolerate Shi Yan going crazy in his consciousness.
"Senior Sister?" Lu Wuxiu still felt it was unreal. He reached out and touched Yan Baibai's face, feeling the real touch, and then smiled gently: "You're back?"
"Well, I'm back." Yan Baibai looked at Lu Wuxiu, who was covered in scars, and frowned in dissatisfaction: "Junior brother, how could you get yourself into this state? It hurts so much."
Yan Baibai began to feed Lu Wuxiu the pills. Lu Wuxiu's eyes were always on Yan Baibai. No matter what Yan Baibai fed him, he opened his mouth and swallowed it obediently.
Lu Wuxiu didn't come back to his senses until the rich aroma of milk spread in his mouth.
"If you eat the candy, it won't be bitter anymore. You can step back first and watch Senior Sister avenge you."
Yan Baibai glanced at the medical practitioners waiting under the ring, and they took Lu Wuxiu from her hands as if they had received permission.
"Oh my, oh my, as soon as Baibai comes back, some people have candy to eat. How is it, is it sweet?" Feeling the sudden warm environment in his spiritual consciousness, Shi Yan stretched his soul and teased.
Of course, there was no response from Lu Wuxiu. Because Lu Wuxiu's entire attention was focused on Yan Baibai on the stage, he probably didn't even notice what Shi Yan said.
When Yan Baibai suddenly appeared, the entire arena fell silent for a moment. However, this was just the calm before the storm.
"Wow—it's really her, she's back!"
"Uncle Master Yan, the people from Tianji Pavilion are bullying us, fight back!"
"Junior Sister Yan, they are bullying Junior Brother Lu Wuxiu, you have to stand up for him!"
"Junior Sister Yan, avenge Junior Brother Lu!"
"Junior Sister Yan, blow their heads off!"
"Ah—ah—Uncle Master Yan, I admire you so much!"
"Uncle Yan, you need to get along well with Uncle Lu."
"Yan Baibai, fight for our Yanjian Sect!"
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For the fairness of the competition, people inside the ring barrier cannot hear the sounds from the outside world, so Yan Baibai did not hear the roars of everyone outside.
To make the competition more interesting, the sounds from the ring can easily spread throughout the entire arena.
"Are you the Yanjian Sect's trump card?" Wang Ling looked at Yan Baibai without any fear on her face. Although she couldn't hear the sounds coming from outside, she could still see the expressions and movements of the people outside.
"I don't dare to call myself the ace, but it's easy to knock you off the stage."
As Yan Baibai was speaking, she stretched out her right hand and frost appeared on her hand. A chill instantly swept across the entire arena and the temperature dropped instantly.
"Hmph, arrogant!" Wang Ling ignored the momentary panic in her heart and tightened her grip on the sword in her hand.
"Whether it's arrogant or not, you will know once you see it."
Yan Baibai rushed forward as he spoke. When Wang Ling and Lu Wuxiu were fighting, Yan Baibai could see that the other party was not someone who fought often. The reason why he was able to defeat Lu Wuxiu was just because of the slight difference in their cultivation level and Lu Wuxiu's poor condition.
Yan Baibai appeared in front of Wang Ling and slashed at Wang Ling's face with the Frost Sword in his hand. Wang Ling naturally raised her sword to block it. The moment the two swords met, there was a huge collision sound.
Wang Ling had just summoned her spiritual energy to alleviate the discomfort in her ears when she felt a sharp chill in her hand, as if being stabbed by thousands of cold needles. She dropped her sword in shock. As the sword hit the ground, Wang Ling cursed herself for her foolishness, forming a hand seal and vanishing from the spot.
Wang Ling's figure appeared on the other side of the ring. When she turned around to look, there was an ice sword where she was originally. Half of the sword was deeply inserted into the ring and then removed. It can be seen that the person who attacked was quick and decisive, and did not seem to worry at all about being pierced through.
The magic circle on the ring was set up by Wang Ling when she was facing Lu Wuxiu. She originally intended to use it to deal with the last person of Yanjian Sect, but unexpectedly it became her tool for escape.
"Why are you running?" Yan Baibai quickly pulled out the sword that was deeply embedded in the ring, turned around slowly, and a smile in his eyes: "It's normal to get hurt and bleed in a competition."
Wang Ling pursed her lips tightly and couldn't say anything.
If she hadn't escaped, she might have been cut in two. How could this little girl, so young, have such a murderous aura?
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