"Give up?"
"Su Yuening, the outcome is still undecided. This competition is far from over."
Situ Cha took out the whip and wrapped it around his wrist.
It left a red mark.
Force a little blood out.
Blood stained the whip, making it look like it had just been used to whip a corpse.
It gives people a weird and eerie feeling.
Purple light mixed with light red lit up around the whip.
There are faintly visible fine sand with black particles.
Every time the whip was swung, a layer of light gray was left in the air.
Leave it alone.
From a certain angle, it is even darker than the cloudy sky.
Situ Cha bit his finger and smeared the bloody area where the whip was stained with blood again.
Seems to have sensed something.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
It seemed as if he was full of anticipation and joy for what was to happen next.
Su Yuening had a cold feeling as if she was being stared at by a ghost.
His eyes fell on Situ Cha's long penis.
This whip.
There is a problem.
It should be some kind of spiritual weapon used to commemorate evil creatures.
Situ Cha's ultimate move is probably to summon spirits.
The undead gather.
Use the resentment of the undead to inflict devastating damage to the enemy.
The world of cultivating immortals is cruel, and there are countless undead spirits.
It covers an area of thousands of miles, stretching among the mountains and forests.
The number of lives lost could be counted in billions.
If they were all used as a means of attack, the resulting power would definitely be considerable.
Situ Cha's face was pale, but his expression was relaxed.
Seeing Su Yuening's cautious little face, she laughed so hard that she fell backwards.
"Sister Su, how about you admit defeat?"
"If Chacha uses all of this, Sister Su's life will be in danger. If her face is disfigured, Chacha will be held responsible..."
The tricks that are usually difficult to succeed were now displayed halfway by her with superb perfection.
The mighty and brave power.
Make her intoxicated.
She flicked her whip and the dead descended.
Su Yuening would be surrounded and eaten.
Relying on her special nature as an undead, she was able to absorb some of Su Yuening's luck and talent.
If time permits, it is not impossible to absorb it all.
In a showdown, anything can happen.
No one would think that she was the one who did it.
There was a "ding" sound in Su Yuening's mind.
The dialogue system said in a baby voice:
[Host, Situ Cha is disgusting. She wants to absorb your luck and talent.]
[Her firming technique is an opportunity specially arranged by heaven.]
[The Heavenly Dao couldn't see Situ Cha's secrets, and didn't know that Situ Cha could absorb the luck and talents of others. So, like a fool, they treated Situ Cha as the son of luck in the plane and provided him with good care.]
[Host, please do not follow her lead and do not touch the gray medium.]
"Can the Pian Ruo Jing Hong sword technique break Situ Cha's undead summoning?"
[Yes, any of the last three will do.]
[The undead are afraid of light and are as graceful as a startled swan. The last three moves all carry a ray of golden light. Although it is small, it is enough to cause a shocking suppression.]
"good."
"Then I'll use the last three moves."
The sword techniques that followed were too complicated, and Su Yuening was not very proficient in them.
She performed the sword dance movements awkwardly.
The sword is pointed at Situ Cha.
"Neither of us will admit defeat, so let's just fight."
Situ Cha's smile became more obvious.
She thought Su Yuening was very powerful.
There are only a few moves that you can use over and over again.
The sword technique used to counter her special move was so difficult and powerless.
I couldn't resist at first, it must be because I was too eager.
She was so shocked by Su Yuening's cultivation that she couldn't perform well.
Now think about it, in less than two months, I had to raise my cultivation level so high and learn the technique so well...
Unless there is an incredible opportunity.
Otherwise it would be impossible.
And Su Yuening's only chance is probably to practice in the Fantasy Tower.
Apart from the rapid growth of cultivation, there are no other advantages.
Her toughening technique, fused with the power of trillions of undead souls, rivaled the might of heavenly-grade martial arts.
She didn't believe that Su Yuening could come out of her trick unscathed.
"Sister Su, since you said you wanted to fight, Cha Cha won't refuse."
"One move will determine the outcome."
"If Sister Su can take it, I lose. If she can't, you lose."
Su Yuening didn't bother to pay attention to her.
Released a peach-pink sword shadow again.
Fall vertically.
Situ Cha was almost stabbed.
Hatred flashed in his eyes.
She didn't waste any words and used the remaining half of her move.
The whip was swung at an extremely fast frequency.
The landing location is different each time.
The remaining black sand automatically merged into small balls, keeping the same distance from each other.
There are many small shadows wrapped around the ball.
Look carefully.
You can see a lot of distorted ghost faces.
The faces showed different expressions: some were in pain, some were desperate, some were sad, and some were dead silent...
They opened their mouths, stuck out their long tongues, and nibbled at each other.
Until only a ghost face is left on each ball.
Maybe it absorbed energy.
The ball gradually grows bigger.
The ghost face squirms.
Replaced the ball.
Witnessed by countless disciples, the arena and the air were filled with densely packed ghost faces.
Some of the ghost faces were still bleeding.
Black blood.
It remained on the floor of the ring, making a sizzling sound.
The noise stopped.
There was a bunch of white maggots crawling on the ground.
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