But this time, she finally met her match.
A rustling sound came from under her feet, and then a large group of black ants began to climb up along the hem of her skirt.
"Ah~" Yi Miaoxin let out a cute cry. The girl, who looked about 18 years old, turned her skirt, and a circle of flames took shape along with the dress, burning the insects and ants around her feet into black ashes.
After seeing that there were no more ants or insects beneath her feet, the woman patted her chest and looked at the other man. Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, seemed to say, "How could you do this to me?" Her delicate and alluring expression moved countless people in the audience to tears and cheers.
Looking at the scene unfolding on the lake below, Loran Hill became interested in Yi Miaoxin.
This person seems to be a witch. Her appearance is no longer just beautiful, but closer to a concept. Perhaps calling her a seductive witch would be more appropriate.
If there is a god of love and beauty in this world, then this witch might be the appearance of a god walking on earth.
This witch was quite bold, though, daring to display her power or special qualities in front of so many people, Loran Hill thought. Either she was unaware of the dynasty's taboos, or perhaps she was simply bored and participating in the competition to play around with the world.
Just as she was guessing and thinking, the battle in the field began.
Unexpectedly, Jie Zhuyan was not tempted by the witch, but instead used all his strength to perform the art of poison.
A puff of light red dust drifted by, and Yi Miaoxin's red gauze skirt seemed to be stained with dark gray, and began to corrode and fall off.
Then Xie Zhuyan's figure flashed, and the long knife in his hand flashed a trace of blue, and he chopped down at the woman's flawless face.
Two fingers as white as mutton-fat jade gently clamped the long knife that was coming down.
"This won't do, Jie Zhuyan," Yi Miaoxin blinked again, conveying an emotion that made people feel good.
But she failed again this time.
Jie Zhuyan shattered the protective shield that Yi Miaoxin had just condensed with a knife, and then his right hand reached out in an instant, as if penetrating through space, and directly attacked the opponent's neck.
Yi Miaoxin was finally forced to fight...
Half an hour later, the white-feathered bird in the sky finally announced.
"Red Immortal Sect, Jie Zhu Yan wins~"
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