Situ Cha roared again.
That voice was completely different from when she was being delicate.
She swung the whip and spun twice in a marvelous motion.
The marks left by the whip in the air emit a unique rhythm.
The dirty skirt kicked up the blood-soaked dirt, making it even more unsightly.
But you can still roughly make out the carefully embroidered lotus pattern.
Su Yuening thought that Situ Cha really loved Bai Lianhua.
During the short time that he was away from the freshman competition, he changed into the sect uniforms.
She changed into a snow-white seamless gauze skirt.
She stared at Situ Cha's clothes.
The clothes fluttered up and down, and the master performed the moves with agility, swinging out dozens of whips in the blink of an eye.
When the whip is swung, a purple light will be left at the end.
These purple lights did not appear when the whip was swung.
Instead, it stagnates at a certain point.
Thus, one after another, the purple lights overlapped together.
Compared with the hardening technique that Situ Cha performed in the ring, it is more complicated.
The power may also increase several times.
The purple light overlaps and overlaps again.
Overlapping layers.
It became a rectangular shape similar to moving bricks.
Holding the purple light in his hands, Situ Cha exhaled and finally had time to speak.
"Su Yuening, I can charm men. It's my ability."
"You are so beautiful, don't you have any men around you?"
"Compared to you, I am the proud victor!"
"Then you are great." Su Yuening raised her hand and the Peach Blossom Sword flew towards Situ Cha.
With a flick of his wrist, he took out several ordinary iron swords from the storage ring.
Throw them into the air to make them levitate.
The palms were pressed together and then separated, and the peach-pink spiritual power condensed into a round ball.
The ball penetrated into the first iron sword, and with a "sizzle" sound, a portion of it was taken out and penetrated into the second iron sword. Another portion was taken out and penetrated into the third iron sword...
The iron swords were connected by peach-pink chain-shaped spiritual power.
The sword is sharp and emits a faint light.
They intertwined into a net in the air, covering the stacked purple sharp blades.
Then it starts to shrink.
The peach blossom sword was interspersed around the iron sword, giving a commanding gesture.
The iron sword contained enormous spiritual power and was inserted into the purple blade.
The spiritual powers suddenly collided, causing huge shock waves.
Situ Cha was blown away.
He hit a tree and fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
She staggered to her feet, her face pale, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her thin body swaying with difficulty in controlling her balance.
Before she could stand firmly, she was blown away again by another wave of air.
What a coincidence that we hit the same tree.
The surface of the thick tree was dented by the impact.
Green juice gurgles out.
Situ Cha got smeared all over his face.
The scarred face was corroded to reveal the red flesh.
Black scars, red blood, and green liquid all gathered together.
As the severe pain came, her screams were even more tragic and shrill than when she was disfigured.
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