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Chapter 1670 Trouble Qin Yang! (Part 3)
The air seemed to freeze.

Looking at Yang Zhilan who was lying on the ground, all the disciples gasped, their faces full of disbelief.

This result was completely different from what they had expected.

Shouldn't Yang Zhilan crush Murong Xiyao?Why is it the other way around now, it's Murong Xiyao hanging and beating Yang Zhilan, it's fake.

"Not only has her strength recovered, but she has also improved a lot. How did she do it?"

Su Qianyu frowned, full of surprise.

I'm afraid she would never have imagined that Qin Yang would make Murong Xiyao reborn from nirvana just by having sex, and become so terrifying.

"Cough-cough-"

Yang Zhilan clutched her chest and coughed violently a few times.

She stood up staggeringly, the corners of her mouth overflowed with bright red blood, her clothes were torn a few times, revealing some snow-white skin, faintly covered with bloodstains.

The power of Wan Jian Guizong is extremely strong, even if Murong Xiyao restrained a little, it still caused her serious injuries.

"I don't accept...I don't believe..."

Yang Zhilan's pretty face was extremely distorted, she stared at Murong Xiyao, and said fiercely, "I have worked so hard, just hoping to prove to the world that without you, I can still reach the top! I can still step on you!" underfoot!

Even if your strength recovers, I will still trample to death!Don't think that all of my things are given by you, these are all fought for by myself! !

In my eyes, you, Murong Xiyao, are not even a fart! ! "

Yang Zhilan wiped the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth with her delicate hands, and suddenly took out a silver needle, and stabbed it into her chest.

"Zhilan don't want it!!"

Seeing this scene, Su Qianyu's face changed drastically, and she wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

She did not expect Yang Zhilan's desire to win to be so strong, she did not hesitate to use secret techniques to forcibly stimulate her own potential.

The consequence of doing this is that although the strength will increase instantly, it will leave stubborn diseases in the body and affect future practice.

Murong Xiyao was also surprised by Yang Zhilan's ruthlessness.

She sighed and said softly: "Zhilan, why are you doing this, even if you beat me, so what, what can it bring you?"

"What did you bring me? You don't need to know, I just know that I will definitely trample you under my feet!"

Yang Zhilan stomped her feet, and waves of black air lingered all over her body, suddenly there were some wind blades mixed with thunder, and the vast aura made the surrounding space tremble.

"kill!!"

With a cold shout, countless wind blades surged out, carrying fierce and majestic killing intent, densely packed like a whirlpool, and gradually condensed into a huge blade.

The blade roared out, tearing apart the space, and its aura crushed the world,
Coming straight to Murong Xiyao!

At this moment, Yang Zhilan's attack power was fully doubled compared to before, and even those elders were trembling with fear.

"Zhilan's talent is really too strong. Given time, she will definitely become a master at the level of an immortal."

The elders were amazed.

At this time, Murong Xiyao's expression was quite solemn.

Although she slapped Yang Zhilan just now, she took advantage of the other party's carelessness and took the initiative.Now that the opponent uses secret techniques, their strength has doubled, so it is really difficult to fight.

But it's not easy to fight, it doesn't mean you can't fight!
It was rare for Murong Xiyao to arouse the fighting spirit in her heart. She slender feet, danced in the air again, her hair fluttered, and her figure was as graceful as a goddess descending from a dream. But besides this beauty, there are countless sword glows gathered!

"Thousands of Swords Return to One!!"

In the sword glow that covered the sky and the sun, a soft shout came out in an instant.

But seeing the thousands of sword lights in the sky merge rapidly, they merged into a long purple sword. The long sword is only a few feet wide, but it contains the majesty of the world.

Murong Xiyao grasped the hilt of the sword with her slender hand, and charged forward!

At this moment, even she seemed to have merged into the sword intent, and the situation behind her had already changed.

Above the surrounding sky, with Murong Xiyao as the center, the surrounding void swirled like a vortex in an instant, and the overwhelming sword energy raged outward, tearing layers of protection.

boom!boom!
The deafening explosion echoed high above the sky, and the sky above the square was full of sword energy and wind blades raging, with a fierce aura, making people indescribably shocked.

Under this pressure, many people retreated one after another, for fear of being affected.

"Shh-"

As an extremely bright light flashed away, two beautiful figures crossed and passed by, and the originally roaring sky suddenly became quiet.

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, but they saw Murong Xiyao and Yang Zhilan standing on both sides of the square, with their backs facing each other, motionless, like sculptures, and they didn't know who won.

"cough……"

A moment later, Murong Xiyao let out a cough, and blood trickled out from the corner of her lips, showing that she was injured internally.

Seeing this appearance, all the disciples in Yaochi cheered up, thinking that Yang Zhilan had won, but before they had time to cheer, they saw Yang Zhilan plopping on the ground, her pale face full of decadence and despair.

She has no strength left to fight,
In this competition, she lost!

Completely lost!
The reason why Murong Xiyao was injured was not because she hurt her, but because at the critical moment, Murong Xiyao couldn't bear to kill her, so she forcibly withdrew her sword energy, only to be hurt by backlash.

Otherwise, she would have died long ago!

"why……"

Yang Zhilan twitched the corners of her mouth, full of unwillingness, but also full of despair.

She raised her head and let out a long howl, her hair disheveled, like a ghost, and finally she was out of breath, spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Su Qianyu and several elders hurried over to check.

Murong Xiyao looked back at Yang Zhilan, sighed softly, returned to Qin Yang, and said softly: "Don't blame me for not killing her, I really can't bear it, forget it this time, if there is a next time, I will never kill her." Get around her, okay?"

Murong Xiyao was asking for Qin Yang's opinion, like a little girl who knocked over a milk jug, feeling uneasy.

Because she knew that what this man hates the most is the love of the Virgin for revenge. This time Qin Yang also hoped that she would teach Yang Zhilan a lesson, but unfortunately she still relented.

"Forget it, that's about it."

Qin Yang hugged the woman's slender waist, lowered his head and licked off the blood from the corner of the other's lips, scratched the woman's delicate little Qiong's nose and said, "Don't be so stupid next time."

Murong Xiyao's cheeks were flushed, and she hummed lightly.

"Murong Xiyao, you are going too far!" Elder You shouted angrily, "Do you know how much this battle will have a psychological impact on Zhilan? You are ruining her future!!"

"You bitch is too funny, why don't you let Xiyao stand there and let her kill with all her strength? Before you speak, you should use your brain first, okay?"

Qin Yang sneered.

"You—" Elder You was burning with anger, his teeth itching.

Su Qianyu signaled the two elders to take down Yang Zhilan who had fainted, looked at Qin Yang coldly and said:

"Xiyao and Zhilan are the grievances between them. Whoever loses or wins can't blame others. But you, a foreigner, what qualifications do you have to teach us?"

(End of this chapter)