"Chen Ruoyan should recover from her injury, right?"
"It must have recovered. Do you think the Blood Fiend Sect is just a decoration? If it were us casual warriors who suffered that kind of injury, we would be lucky if we didn't die, but if they have the support of the sect, they will be able to enter the arena again in two days." !"
"However, even if she came to the stage, her strength should have dropped a lot. You can see her face. The competition with Dai Ye should have dealt a big blow to her. It depends on whether the rest of the people can seize the opportunity. "
"Yes, that woman is actually quite scary. She lost one leg and one arm, and she didn't even make a sound. When she was pierced by the walking corpse, she didn't have any expression... If it wasn't for the identity of the walking corpse, Dai Ye may not be able to win!"
"..."
"By the way, what happened to Chen Ruoyan's face? There is a wound under the left eye, which seems to be scratched..."
"Hey, really... What's that red thing under her eyes?"
Qingyan stood alone on the ring, waiting for her opponent.
Chen Hao was rather annoyed: "When your opponent comes over later, you have to teach him a lesson, he kept you waiting for so long!"
"OK!"
Chen Hao gave Qingyan a different look. He thought that Qingyan would ignore him.
"You're a little weird today!"
"Well, for what happened in the arena last time, thank you Lord Sword Spirit!"
Chen Hao was silent for a while: "... only this time, don't make an exception next time, if you die next time, I won't care about it anymore!"
Qingyan is the thirty-fifth sword master of the Scarlet Blood Sword, and also the sword master he rescued for the first time.
He didn't even know why he helped Ye Qingyan block Dai Ye's sword at that time.
In the arena, that kind of irrational performance, Qing Yan deserves to die!
"I see!"
Qingyan lowered her head.
In the sixth match, Qingyan's performance was so crazy that even the referee and the audience could feel her violent killing intent!
If her opponent hadn't reacted quickly enough, she would have been cut in half by Qingyan.
The last sword was blocked by the referee with the help of Qingyan's opponent.
However, Qingyan was only taught a lesson, because everyone could tell that Qingyan's opponent was too extreme when he shouted "surrender", and she couldn't retract her sword.
After getting out of the ring, Qingyan casually found a disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect to ask Dai Ye about the situation there. After learning that Dai Ye took out the walking corpse and crushed the opponent, and left victoriously, she could only go back to the tent .
She just wanted to go see it again.
She sat on a chair in the tent, took out the guzheng, just plucked a string, and put the guzheng back into the space ring.
She pulled out the Scarlet Blood Sword again, wiped the blood-red blade of the Scarlet Blood Sword with the animal skin, and stopped immediately.
Chen Hao originally thought that he could enjoy his meticulous maintenance!
He could see that Qingyan was in a state of anxiety.
"Do you want to find Dai Ye?"
"Now is not the time!" Qingyan walked back and forth in the small tent, and then simply lay on the bed and rubbed her hair vigorously with her hands, turning her clean and smooth long hair into a mess.
"It's really not the time!"
Chen Haobi Qingyan is very aware of the strength in the venue of the Southern Region Martial Arts Tournament.
There are now nearly a hundred Domain Realm powerhouses gathered here, even more than one Domain Realm peak powerhouse. If Qingyan wants to find trouble with the Yin Corpse Sect, he must first pass the level of Nie Liqun and the Yin Corpse Sect strongmen.
In the arena, she is the top talent in the southern region and a strong player in the sky-breaking realm.
But below the ring, she is just an ant.
This is not a place for her to mess around.
She fiddled with the Chixue soft sword, and with a "click", the Chixue sword broke into thirty-four sections.
Like a snake, the whip sword slowly wound fourteen times around Qingyan's petite body from top to bottom. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and cut every inch of her skin with the sharp blade.
Blood soon stained the clothes.
Chen Hao looked at Qingyan stupidly, not knowing what she was doing...
She threw the hilt of the sword onto the main beam on the top of the tent, and the part of the hilt wrapped around the main beam, and after slowly shrinking, she hung Qingyan upside down.
The whip sword tightened again, and blood oozes from countless wounds on her body, flowing down her body to her beautiful neck, and then along her face, along her long hair, dripping to the ground.
She stared at the eyes with a wooden face, her body swinging back and forth in mid-air.
It's like swinging on a swing.
Chen Hao didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say.
He saw the healed wound on Qingyan's face, the blood-red teardrop under her left eye, and her dull eyes gradually turning blood-red... Then she slowly closed her eyes.
From the moment Shiqi's body reappeared, he realized that something was wrong with Qingyan.
How Shiqi's corpse appeared in the Southern Region is indeed very strange, but Chen Hao didn't intend to explore what happened.
As the sword spirit of the Scarlet Blood Sword, Chen Hao actually didn't have much curiosity.
Even if there was, it was almost wiped out.
For him, being too curious is a kind of torture.
He is like a mollusc, which has been locked in a shell for a long time, and his body has been completely deformed to fit the shape of the shell.
"Master Sword Spirit, is this the curse you mentioned?" At some point, Qingyan opened her pale red eyes and asked in a low voice, "I used to think that the so-called curse was just a rumor..."
"Not sure, but I warned you..."
"Can't you control it?" Qingyan asked again.
Hearing Qingyan's doubts, the Chixue Sword shrank violently, Qingyan let out a muffled snort, and the blood on the ground formed a small puddle.
"Do you think I want to see Seventeen again?"
"Master Sword Spirit...you seem to be angry!"
"Well… "
Chen Hao was silent.
Qingyan continued to ask: "Can you relax a little? Lord Sword Spirit, you hurt me!"
The Chixue sword gradually loosened, and slowly lowered Qingyan, her head hit the ground directly.
Qingyan shouted softly: "Wait, don't put me down!"
Chen Hao asked curiously: "Does it not hurt? Or do you enjoy the feeling of being cut by more than thirty sword blades?"
As the sword spirit of the Scarlet Blood Sword, Chen Hao knew very well that almost all of the thirty-four sword pieces had been cut into Qingyan's flesh. Although they all avoided the vital parts, the pain was simply unbearable for ordinary people.
It was a form of torture.
"It hurts! But only in this way can I calm down!" Qingyan's eyes lost focus, "Do you know what I want to do most now?"
"Know!"
"But my reason tells me... not now, not yet, it's not the time... Do you understand this pain? My heart is like being roasted by fire... Do you understand this feeling?"
Chen Hao understood Qingyan's feelings.
When he was first imprisoned in the Scarlet Blood Sword, he couldn't move or speak... He also wanted to die... Especially at dusk and midnight, the terrible anxiety, crazy imagination, boundless hatred... almost killed him. crazy...
(end of this chapter)