"It looks like your sister is going to lose." Bai Jinyi looked at the situation on the field and expressed his judgment.
"Why, Bingya's killing move is useless." Ye Yuxi also watched intently.
"Bingya uses the swordsmanship of Jasper Peak, a Xuan-level skill. Song Xiucheng also uses a Xuan-level skill, called Liehuo Eight Swordsmen. Look carefully at his sword." With Bai Jinyi's knowledge, the two fought against each other. In just a few moves, Song Xiucheng's trump card was recognized.
"oh?"
Ye Yuxi watched for a while. Every time Song Xiucheng made a slash, the red light on the blade became more intense, and Bingya's response became more and more difficult.
Song Xiucheng had a ruthless expression on his face, and the blade in his hand had turned red, looking rather monstrous.
"The Fiery Eight-Continuous Sword, there are eight styles in the sword manual. Each style has eight moves. Every time you use a sword, you will accumulate a point of strength. The power will be doubled when you use the last two swords." Bai Jinyi looked at the scene in the field.
Ding!
Song Xiucheng jumped up high and struck down with his sword from above.
Dongfang Bingya raised his sword to block it, but the long sword in his hand broke with a "ding" sound.
puff!
The long sword withstood most of the force on the blade, but the falling broad-backed sword still cut into Dongfang Bingya's shoulder.
The blood immediately dyed the clothes red.
"Bingya!" Tuoba Yingbo, who was on the sidelines, had his eyes wide open. Looking at the scene on the court, he wanted to go up and tear Song Xiucheng into pieces.
"Senior Sister Bingya!"
"Sister!"
The other disciples also exclaimed in surprise.
"Hmph! Dongfang Bingya, that's all!" Song Xiucheng snorted loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the arena.
Li Pengpu continued to lower his head and play with the jade in his hand, while Jia Qiong still closed her eyes and rested.
On the side of Jade Peak, many disciples, including three elders, had anger in their eyes.
"Li Pengpu, you Mingyue Sect, don't go too far!" The second elder slapped the armrest and stood up from the chair.
"Swords have no eyes. If it weren't for the competition, the number one genius at Jasper Peak would be dead now." Li Pengpu finally raised his head, his face full of arrogance.
"But that's it, Yu Xi, that Song Xiucheng is quite crazy. Don't you plan to go up and avenge your sister?" Bai Jinyi looked at Dongfang Bingya on the court with a smile on his face, without feeling any distress at all.
"Hmph, if you only have this level, how can you be worthy of being my sister, Ye Yuxi, just watch the show quietly." Ye Yuxi knew Bingya's true identity well, and Bingya suffered this injury... a bit too much. Relaxed.
Dongfang Bingya, who was on the stage, had a cold look in her eyes and grabbed the broad-backed broadsword that was slashing on her shoulder with one hand.
"Um?"
Song Xiucheng's eyes changed. Unexpectedly, Dongfang Bingya refused to admit defeat despite being injured.
puff!
Dongfang Bingya's arm burst out with a ball of spiritual power, raised it high, and the broad-backed sword was raised by Bingya.
Uh-huh.
Dongfang Bingya turned around and moved in front of Song Xiucheng. Bingya almost threw herself into Song Xiucheng's arms.
Bingya's fluttering hair disturbed Song Xiucheng's sight. Although he could not move his arm, the other arm was raised and an elbow hit hard on Song Xiucheng's chest.
Fighting!
What Bingya used was not any technique, but a killing technique, a fighting technique on earth.
Boom, boom, boom!
Dongfang Bingya showed no mercy, hitting Song Xiucheng's chest with three elbow strikes in succession.
Plop.
With her back to Song Xiucheng, before he could react, Dongfang Bingya put her arm around Song Xiucheng's neck, pulled him by the neck, threw Song Xiucheng down with a back throw.
Blood dripped down bit by bit on Bingya's arm and fell to the ground.
Dongfang Bingya looked at the people from Mingyue Sect with a smile on her lips: "Mingyue Sect, that's all!"