The Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky: The Evil King's Wasted Concubine

Chapter 241 Challenge 20
The corners of Ning Ruoshui's lips curled up slightly. It seemed that Xiaomiao was right. Although Yan was strong, his host Ning Cuijiao was weak.

"Go back and scratch her face for me, don't worry about me." Seeing Yan leaving Ning Ruoshui behind, Ning Cuijiao was very annoyed.

Yan nodded ignorantly, turned around and attacked Ning Ruoshui again.This time, he seemed to have received Ning Cuijiao's order to fight to the death with all his strength, and he used the most fierce moves as soon as he came up.

"The sky is full of flowers and rain, break", the flint stirred, and the Lingyue Sword shot out streaks of white light like water, dispelling all the black mist of Yan, but the strong spiritual power hit the thick-skinned Yan, but still did not cause any harm to him. Little damage.

"Aww", Yan raised his head to the sky and screamed, an extremely thick black mist emerged from his seven orifices, from a distance, it looked like a ball of firewood smoking thick smoke.

Ning Ruoshui was secretly on guard, afraid that Yan was about to launch his strongest offensive.Sure enough, the next moment, Yan waved his hands, and the oppressive cold air fell from the sky. The cold air was faintly mixed with women's screams and cries. The women cried so miserably that people were very moved without knowing it .

The onlookers were gradually confused by those cries, their eyes gradually became hollow, and their souls seemed to want to approach the source of the sound uncontrollably.

"It's so scary--", the white-faced scholar in the crowd suddenly let out a long cry, and all the people who were attracted by the cry came back to their senses. The mood of watching the excitement was gone, but two sober-minded people turned around and ran towards the building of the dean of Yuntian Academy.It was originally a challenge of personal grievances, but now the situation seems to be getting more and more beyond imagination. If the white-faced scholar hadn't yelled just now, the souls of these spectators would have been hooked away.

Everyone looked around for the scholar who spoke in a daze just now, but found that the scholar had disappeared out of thin air, and there was nowhere to find his trace.

At this time, the arena was covered by leaves all over the sky, Ning Ruoshui, Ning Cuijiao, and the monsters all disappeared. Everyone stretched their necks, but only saw large leaves fluttering in the wind, and faintly heard swords colliding. The sound of Jinshi.

"Shu Shu, try to hold Yan back as much as possible", Ning Ruoshui's mind moved, Shu Shu jumped out of the Eternal Heart very excitedly, it whizzed around behind Yan, a circle of golden tree vines tightly tightened Yan's limbs. Wrapping tightly, buying time for Ning Ruoshui.

Ning Ruoshui tipped her toes, and the Lingyue Sword fell on Ning Cuijiao's head.

"Hmph, do you think that if you hold Yan back, I will be afraid of you, bitch", Ning Cui's heart swayed, and the soft golden whip in her hand flicked, tightly entangled the Lingyue sword.

When Ning Cuijiao was proud of herself, a little snow-white fox suddenly sprang out from behind. That little fox was really vicious, and its snow-white claws swung up, just in time to grab the other half of Ning Cuijiao's beautiful face.

"Ugly woman, you actually want to ruin your master's face. Look at me, this beast won't scratch you." Xiao Zi wiped her paws on Ning Cuijiao's clothes, and then jumped onto Ning Ruoshui's shoulder with a flick of her tail.

"Ah——" Ning Cuijiao yelled, blood dripped down her hair, she touched her bleeding face, she couldn't believe it at first, but after reacting, despair, loss, resentment and various emotions intertwined. Come on, this time she was defeated by the trash again... .

Everyone in the audience was staring wide-eyed, suddenly a dazzling white light flashed in front of them, Ning Cuijiao's figure fell heavily to the ground, and the mighty Yan also fell to the corner of the ring, panting heavily.

"Second sister, in fact, I gave you a chance to live, but it's a pity that you are so obsessed with your obsession that you even sold your own soul. You are so worthless for a misunderstanding that doesn't exist at all." The Lingyue sword in Ning Ruosai's hand pointed at Ning Cui Jiao, with a cold expression.

"Huh, there is no misunderstanding? Then explain to me why Sun Junchen only talks to you and doesn't even look at me. If it wasn't for you, how could he have dismissed me!" Ning Cuijiao took a half-sheet Her face was black and dry, and half of her beautiful face was drenched with blood. No matter how you looked at it, she looked very embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)