Chapter 122 How terrifying it must be

On the square of Xianlai Sect, the two sides were on the verge of swords.

However, the people from the three major sects added together were less than a few hundred, and compared with the tens of thousands of Xianlai Sect disciples, they had no power to compete.

They could only stare at Di Yange with hatred, especially the elders of Shura Sect, who stared at Di Yange with murderous intent in their eyes.

If the sect master and his men had not been here, he would have killed her long ago.

Di Yange smiled at him provocatively, as if to say that he was nothing.

At the same time, the sect master also glanced at Di Yange with admiration.

Although Di Yange's words were a bit arrogant, they were used just right here. Not only did they preserve the reputation of Xianlai Sect, but they also made it impossible for people to find any excuses. He really admired her more and more.

A person like her is more than qualified to be the leader of a peak.

The sect leader turned around and flattered the elder of Shura Sect: "Elder Xiu, why don't we forget about this matter. Your disciples are also injured, so let them rest for a few days, and then we can discuss the date of the competition."

His meaning was very clear, that is, if he didn't kneel, then Di Yange wouldn't have to compete either.

And he was an elder of a sect after all, how could he kneel down to his sect's disciples so easily.

However, in the shocked eyes of the sect leader and everyone else, the elder of Shura Sect knelt down in front of Di Yange with a thud.

This kind of flexible character is definitely capable of great things. The

sect leader couldn't help but reveal a murderous intent.

After all, such a person would definitely be a fierce enemy of Xianlai Sect.

At this time, he was already thinking about how to kill the other party quietly.

Di Yange also admired this middle-aged man.

Seeing that he was trying his best to kill her, how could she not give him a chance?

So she stood in front of him, with her hands behind her back, looking down at him.

"You are very good. In this case, if you want to compete, then compete. But let's make it clear in advance that the sword has no eyes, and if there are any deaths or injuries, my Xianlai Sect will not be responsible."

The elder of Shura Sect stood up and looked at Di Yange, wishing he could strangle her to death.

"That's right, the sword has no eyes, and if there are any deaths or injuries, neither party is responsible."

"Yan'er." The sect leader was still a little worried.

Although he did care about the reputation of Xianlai Sect, he didn't want to see Di Yange get into trouble. If he could use his reputation to get Di Yange back, then everything would be worth it.

"Don't worry, Sect Master. I'm fine. I can handle these people." Di Yange said confidently.

Although she was indeed injured, to her, such minor injuries were not worth worrying about.

Di Yange's confidence made the elders of Shura Sect frown.

He looked at her for a long time before curling the corners of his lips in disdain.

This damn kid must be bluffing.

He sneered disdainfully and whispered with the foreign aid he invited.

This foreign aid was a casual cultivator. After various packaging, he became Xue Shura, a disciple of Shura Sect.

This person always wears a mask on his face, but the people of Shura Sect always like to wear masks, so it is not surprising.

But no one knows that this casual cultivator quickly cultivated to the Yuanying by absorbing the essence and blood of ordinary people.

It can be said that he is an evil cultivator.

It's just that he has a special method to suppress the evil spirit, so he has not been noticed by the people present.

And what he hates most is the disciples of famous and upright sects like Di Yange.

It's okay if you say you are from a famous and upright sect.

The speed of your formal cultivation is actually faster than that of an evil cultivator like him, which makes him jealous to the point of madness.

So his purpose coincides with that of the elders of Shura Sect.

That is, he must kill Di Yange and must not let her have a chance to survive.

However, their luck was too bad and they were not drawn together.

Di Yange drew a Yuanying from the Wanfa Sect.

Now, Xue Shura was anxious.

If Di Yange was defeated by that Yuan Ying, then he would have no chance.

At this time, only Feng Ximeng and Xiao Jue outside the light curtain wished that Di Yange would lose to that person directly.

Because at this time, she was obviously no longer suitable to compete.

"Brother, why don't you give up your rights."

Feng Ximeng pulled Di Yange who was about to go to the competition stage, her face full of heartache.

At this time, she was very dissatisfied with Xiao Jue, because if it weren't for him, her brother wouldn't be injured like this.

But that person never spoke of his pain, but just endured it silently.

This made her heart more and more uncomfortable.

Di Yange patted her shoulder and smiled calmly: "I will be fine. You are my junior sister, you must believe me."

"But I..."

Feng Ximeng looked at Di Yange's confident smile, and nodded with red eyes.

Until she saw Di Yange standing on the competition stage.

Her ears were filled with the cheers of the sect's disciples, but who knew that the man was already covered with wounds.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Feng Ximeng's arm, who was worried.

Liu Chan whispered in her ear to comfort her secretly: "Uncle Feng Yan is the most tenacious, most persevering, and most outstanding person I have ever seen. We must believe in her."

"Yeah."

At this time, the man from the Wanfa Sect took out a magic weapon and waved it casually. An extremely huge phoenix made of flames with bared fangs and claws appeared in front of Di Yange.

From the moment the phoenix appeared, everyone felt a wave of air coming.

Even though they were separated by a formation, the terrifying temperature made them want to retreat.

Not to mention Di Yan Ge, who had to face it all.

Feng Ximeng's heart was lifted again.

Of course, Liu Chanyi was also nervous, and the two could only hold each other and cheer each other up.

Di Yange just smiled, it was just playing with fire.

This was obviously her strong point, and of course she only knew this.

So she released a fireball.

At that time, this fireball was no longer a proper fireball.

In a flash, the fireball had become several people tall, and in the middle of the fireball, there was a black flame.

The cultivators with fire spiritual roots knew better than anyone what this black flame represented.

This Yuanying cultivator immediately put away the Fire Phoenix and said to Di Yange: "I give up."

After all, he was just an invited foreign aid, he came to earn spirit stones, not to fight to the death.

Knowing that he might be injured, why did he insist on going on?

Di Yange was a little dumbfounded.

The opponent suddenly called a halt, and she couldn't take back the fireball at all.

So she walked out of the competition arena and threw the fireball towards the thickest part of the sect's defense formation.

With a loud bang, the fireball exploded directly.

Everyone only felt an earth-shaking shaking under their feet.

The violent and hot flames made people cover their faces with their hands.

This also made Xue Shura of Shura Gate more cautious.

Obviously, that person's consumption was so great, and she could still emit such a powerful flame.

How terrifying it would be if she hadn't consumed it.

Such a person made him both envious and resentful, and he must let her die.

At this time, a sad voice rang out.

"Uncle Master, please save Yuntian."

Yuntian is a disciple of Qianzhen Peak and a little fan of Di Yange, but now his limbs have been cruelly cut off by Xue Shura.

Obviously, Xue Shura deliberately spared his life in order to consume her strength.

Di Yange did as he wished and cured Yuntian.