The evil concubine who confuses the world, the spirit master who defies the sky

Chapter 245 Seventeen is Dangerous

Shao Ke sat up straight, with a dignified expression: "Seventeen is under control."

Qiao Xu asked curiously, "Control? Controlled by what?"

Shao Ke pointed to the ring: "That butterfly is weird."

Qiao Xu echoed half-understood: "It does look strange."

Shao Ke ignored him, turned to look at Ji Yehuan, "He is in danger."

The battle had just begun, and Shi Qi had already drawn out his sword.

If he pulls out the sword again, the full power of the sword will explode, not only will the people around him be in danger, Shi Qi may even be completely controlled by the sword and become a puppet.

Ji Yehuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I want to know what he encountered inside."

Shao Ke said: "Did he fall into an illusion?"

Qiao Xu was at a loss. He didn't realize it until he heard the word 'illusion', "So it's an illusion."

After that, I was even more confused.

Duan Yao is only a seventh-level spiritual sect, how can she create illusions?
Does she have a 'magic device' that can create illusions?
Ji Yehuan gave an 'hmm' and looked intently at the stage.

Shi Qi seemed to be imprisoned by something, and he swung his long sword vigorously, trying to break through the barrier in front of him.

But he just circled in place, not even touching the butterflies that were close at hand.

Standing behind the butterfly, Duan Yao's expression is calm and breezy, in the dreamlike background, she suddenly looks like a fairy in the world.

Shao Ke scratched his hair: "The illusion encountered by Shi Qi seems very dangerous."

After several shots to no avail, Shi Qi's originally calm expression gradually became irritable, and traces of black mist overflowed from the hilt of his sword, slowly enveloping him.

Seventeen's originally pitch-black phoenix eyes seemed to be billowed with black mist, and the pupils were extremely dark, so gloomy that there was no trace of life.

The cold and gloomy aura emanated from him and spread outwards. The referee hadn't noticed anything abnormal yet, but the closest spectators with lower strength had already felt the chill emanating from the soles of their feet, as if it could freeze people's souls.

A student fell to the ground without warning, and Shi Qi swung his sword faster, but his moves were random, more like being pulled by the sword and slashing randomly.

There was no light in his eyes, as if he had fallen into a magic barrier and couldn't break free.

Spiritualists one after another couldn't bear the oppression of the cold aura and fell to the ground. The referee finally sensed something was wrong. With a wave of his arms, the dark blue spiritual power enveloped the ring.

All the students felt much better now, and quickly focused their eyes on the stage.

The atmosphere on one side of the stage became tense.

The spiritual power overflowed from Shiqi's body uncontrollably, intertwined with green and black, almost swallowing him whole.

The black mist overflowing from the sword is extremely strange, just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable and out of breath.

If you look carefully, you can see that the purpose of the green spiritual power is not the same as that of the black mist. Instead, it seems to be trying to prevent the black mist from devouring the guards in black.

But the black mist is obviously much stronger than the green, and most of the green dissipates in just a moment.

"Will he be okay?" Shao Ke was rarely nervous.

Like Qiao Xu, Shao Ke is also very optimistic about Shiqi, and doesn't want to see him become a puppet who doesn't know anything in this situation.

"It will be fine."

Ji Yehuan turned her gaze away from Shi Qi and placed it on Duan Yao.

Using the illusion in front of her with such a big fanfare, is he trying to tell her that they are here to kill them all?
It's a shame she won't be sitting still.

The black mist began to spread from the right hand holding the sword, from right to left, flooding Shiqi's entire body——

Then to the left arm, the palm, and the circle with no trace left on the palm of Shiqi's left hand.

A faint light suddenly lit up in the palm of his hand, like the dawn in the dark night, and the black mist quickly faded away.

Seventeen's chaotic eyes suddenly became clear.

With a low snort, he raised his arm, and swung his long sword down suddenly.

The scabbard hit the butterfly with the remaining black mist, making the sound of burning flames.

The light cyan butterfly trembled a few times, became transparent, and then slowly dissipated.

A streak of blood dripped from the corner of Duan Yao's mouth, she glanced at the sword in Shi Qi's hand, and then set her eyes on Shi Qi's left hand.

Shi Qi clenched his left hand into a fist. Only he knew how dangerous it was just now.

The slight cool touch in the palm of his hand was completely gone, but Shi Qi knew very well that it was the thing the young master drew on his palm that saved his life.

Duan Yao turned her head to look at Ji Yehuan, her gaze was unclear, then she turned around and stepped off the ring.

Duan Yao's method of arranging the illusion was so clever that it was almost hard to see, so that even the referee didn't know what happened to the two on stage.

But judging by Duan Yao's reaction, she seems to have lost?
The audience was both puzzled and shocked. Their senior sister Duan Yao actually lost? !
Who is this bodyguard? Even Senior Sister Duan Yao lost to him!
Seventeen walked down the ring, walked to Ji Yehuan, and said in a low voice, "Master..."

Ji Yehuan said: "When you go back, show me."

Seventeen nodded, no longer refusing.

In the fourth round, the sad Qiao Xu lost to the opponent by one move again, and he was almost desperate.

In the last match, Shenghui Academy played against Feng Li.

It was the first time for Feng Li to play in the past three days, and the audience completely forgot about the previous game and bet all their enthusiasm on him.

Beiqi's side is Ji Yehuan.

It seems that the victory is sealed.

Between a ninth-level spiritual sect who is favored by everyone, and an ordinary person who can't cultivate at all, almost no one will doubt who the final winner of this battle will be.

However, Beiqi was able to defeat Xuanji Pavilion and win two games under Shenghui's hands, which has already overturned everyone's perception.

There was a slight smile in Feng Li's light brown eyes: "I didn't expect to meet you."

Ji Yehuan smiled slightly: "I thought of it."

Feng Li said: "This is probably fate?"

Ji Yehuan pursed her lips: "Don't be merciful...wrong, how could you be merciful?"

Feng Li's complexion changed slightly, and a cluster of dark red flames suddenly rose from the bottom of Ji Yehuan's feet. The scorching heat distorted the space in front of her.

"If you were merciful back then, how could I have ended up in this situation?"

The flame grew bigger, engulfed Ji Yehuan's legs, and swept across her body.

Feng Li hesitated, wanted to go forward but dared not.

"Feng Wu, I'm in so much pain." Ji Yehuan clutched his lower abdomen, where the sword pierced through, leaving a dark hole.

Bright red blood flowed from the edge of the hole, soaked the clothes, and was evaporated by the flames.

Feng Li felt extremely remorseful, as if her heart had been torn open and roasted on a raging fire.

He walked up to Ji Yehuan eagerly, hugged her gently, and said in a low voice, "Huan'er, I'm sorry."

Ji Yehuan's mouth curled into a weird smile: "I'm sorry now, is it a little late?"

"what!"

Countless people stood up screaming, some even covered their eyes and dared not look.

On the ring, Feng Li hugged Ji Yehuan, and the dagger in Ji Yehuan's hand pierced Feng Li's lower abdomen. He didn't even use spiritual power to protect his body, allowing the blood to flow out.

Feng Li's mouth twitched slightly because of the pain, but she didn't let go of Ji Yehuan's hand.

"When did you guess that?" he asked in a low voice.

"The first time I saw you... If it wasn't for Zhiran's ostentatious illusion, I'm still not sure, it's really you."

Ji Yehuan pushed the dagger in, and said in a cold voice, "Are you so impatient to kill me again?"

Feng Li's body trembled slightly, and a bitterness flashed across her eyes.

"Without my intervention, have you tied the knot?" Ji Yehuan approached Feng Li, and the two hugged each other in an extremely intimate posture: "I don't know if there is still time to send blessings?"

The entire dagger almost didn't even penetrate into the body, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of Feng Li's mouth, but her voice was very steady: "I...will not get married yet."

"Is it because the fairy world has not yet been unified? Without me as a thug, is it difficult to subdue those idiots who look at the sky with their nostrils?"

Ji Yehuan smiled lowly, and whispered in Feng Li's ear: "Go back and tell them, I, Ji Yehuan, will go back soon, let them wash their necks and wait for me."

The dagger was suddenly pulled out from Feng Li's lower abdomen, and a line of blood splashed out. Feng Li's face was slightly pale, and he staggered and stood upright.

"it's all my fault."

He looked at Ji Yehuan with sad eyes.

"Mr. Feng, what are you talking about?" Ji Yehuan raised one corner of his mouth, full of sarcasm: "I stabbed your stomach, not your head, right?"

It's all his fault, let her let other people in the fairy world go?Ah.

Feng Li's eyes became more sad.

"Mr. Feng, thank you for your mercy, but it's a pity that you misread me." Ji Yehuan chuckled, and wiped the blood off the dagger with a handkerchief, "I am a person who uses whatever means to achieve my goal."

She turned her head and looked at the referee: "Aren't you going to declare who wins?"

The referee was at a loss and turned to look at Feng Li.

Feng Li sighed, her lips moved to say something, but in the end she just shook her head and said to the referee, "I lost."

(End of this chapter)