Chapter 5 The little flying stick is here
Panic erupted in the crowd, "Death sentence?"
Didn't he come here specially to fight a life-and-death duel in front of so many people just to trample on the reputation of Qianqiu Pavilion? !
Immediately, a disciple was filled with righteous indignation and said, "Damn Luoyun Sect, you are going too far!"
"Why didn't you make it clear before the competition? Are you setting a trap for us now?!"
Seeing the anger of the Tianyan Sect's people, the male disciple sneered and said, "A life-and-death duel depends entirely on one's own luck. How can you say that you are going too far?"
"If this is all the ability of your disciples from Qianqiu Pavilion, even if they don't die in my hands, they will definitely die in the hands of others in the future!"
"you--!"
The atmosphere was as cold as winter. Everyone drew their swords and faced each other. When the situation was about to get out of control, the girl behind the barrier turned around slowly.
Song Zhexia held the sword in one hand, her clear eyes were misty, the cold wind blew her skirt fluttering, and the raindrops wet the hair on her forehead, making her eyebrows and eyes even more delicate and charming.
The girl said in a soft voice to comfort her fellow disciple: "Don't worry about me, I will fight you."
Wei Jinyou looked straight at him, slightly stunned.
Is she really going to fight?
The disciples saw her crying so delicately and touchingly, and they all roared like monkeys, "Little Junior Sister!"
"Damn Luoyun Sect, you didn't even let go of the girls in our sect!!!"
"..."
Compared to everyone else, Song Zhexia was much calmer.
She remembered that in the original book, the eldest senior brother came back to save the situation when the competition was halfway through, so she just had to hold him off for a while.
Thinking of this, she burped lightly, "Let's start, hmm."
The disciple of Luoyun Sect sneered, leaped up, and the swords in his hands instantly turned into thousands of blades, each of which was full of sharpness, wrapped in layers of rain, and stabbed straight towards Song Zhexia!
Song Zhexia's mouth twitched.
Boy, she is so good!
Did he kill right away? !
Seeing her panic-stricken look, the male disciple was very satisfied. With a fierce look on his face, he whispered, "Let me see you off for the last time!"
The cold wind was howling, and at the critical moment, Guigui heard the wind carrying Song Zhexia's voice, "Guigui, do you want to become stronger?"
Turtle:?
Damn, reverse CPU???
Before it could utter the word "no", Song Zhexia wiped away her tears with emotion, "I knew you were ambitious."
Turtle: ???
Then, Song Zhexia threw it out directly, "Go, Ninja Turtles!"
Under several gazes, the turtle spun 360 degrees in the air and used its shell to block all the sharp blades!
When the male disciple was stunned, Song Zhexia gave him a thumbs up and said with tears in her eyes: "Turtle, this is too good!"
[Show off! My butt is cracked!!!]
[The head spins cold, the knife pierces the buttocks, only those who endure the most hardships can become the best of the best!]
【…】
Seeing that his attack was ineffective, the male disciple drew his sword and moved closer, aiming the blade at the girl's delicate neck. Song Zhexia had tears in her eyes and looked embarrassed, but she dodged easily.
He also stole the wallet from the male disciple.
[Wallet, here you go.]
You kill people and I make money, it's fair.
Song Zhexia's speed was so fast that the people watching the fight were terrified, and no one noticed her little movements.
The cold fog was hazy. Wei Jinyou lifted his thin eyelids, a rare hint of surprise flashing across his expression.
He almost thought he was seeing things.
But soon, Song Zhexia had almost stolen everything from the male disciple, leaving only his underpants.
The girl seemed to be crying and running away in panic, but in fact she was doing it with ease.
When the young man saw this, a playful smile appeared in his dark pupils.
Inside the barrier, the clothes worn by the male disciples had been "accidentally" cut by Song Zhexia's sword, leaving only a few tattered strips of cloth, looking extremely miserable.
Song Zhexia was crying, and in order to maintain her weak character, she controlled the strength of the scraping very well, so that the wound was shallow and distributed very evenly.
The male disciple felt that this was worse than killing himself with a knife, and he became completely helpless and furious, "What a petty trick! Look at how your grandfather taught you to behave!"
He doesn't believe it!
How could he not be able to kill that crying female disciple? !
This time, Song Zhexia did not dodge.
Overhead, the dense dark clouds seemed to be torn open with a bloody and ferocious hole, and several purple lightning bolts intertwined and came down, like a giant dragon crawling.
At the moment when the male disciple rushed forward with the sword in hand, the sky seemed to be ignited by the flames of karma, burning brightly, and the deep purple thunder fell heavily -
It struck the male disciple.
Thick smoke was rising all around. Song Zhexia seemed to be frightened. Looking at the little black man in front of her who looked like charcoal, she cried even harder, "Oh, oh, oh, I said, you'll be struck by lightning if you act pretentiously."
Male disciple: "..."
He put his hand over his heart and felt a chill on his head, "The little flying stick is coming."
The blade fell, and the male disciple's black hair was completely pulled into a Mediterranean style.
Song Zhexia's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wow, so much hair, can I sell it for money?!
When the smoke cleared, everyone saw the scene clearly and applauded, "Junior Sister has stood up!"
"Sure enough, the power of love is invincible!!!"
The excitement belongs to others. Song Zhexia knows that only the remaining 57 thunders belong to him.
The purple lightning above his head was denser than before, as if he was going to take out a big treasure for her to see this time.
The purple lightning fell extremely quickly, and everything was gray. The barrier blocked out most of the sounds and movements inside. The people around couldn't even see the thunder, and couldn't help themselves at all.
Song Zhexia bit her lip and glanced around in panic.
As the mist dispersed, a thin figure appeared in the sky not far away.
In mid-air, a young man dressed in a dark blue disciple robe came slowly with a long sword under his feet. His icy skin and handsome face made him look like an immortal.
Song Zhexia's eyes suddenly lit up.
The savior is here!
Hearing the roaring noise, Shen Hongye lowered his droopy eyes and squinted to look.
The view from above is wide, and you can roughly see the conditions on the ground.
In the billowing smoke, Song Zhexia, who had just been struck by lightning and was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, was holding the sword in his hand and waving at him with tears in his eyes. It was unknown what kind of sword technique he was performing.
Seeing this, Shen Hongye was stunned for a moment, then he also raised his hand to wipe his tears and applauded, "Great, great!"
What great swordsmanship!
Witnessing such a horrifying scene, Song Zhexia's body stiffened and he stood there in a daze.
Are you sure? I was struck by lightning and you still say it’s okay? ! ! !
The two were too far apart, and Shen Hongye couldn't see the expression on Song Zhexia's face, but he knew.
Song Zhexia danced more happily with the sword in his hand.
Shen Hongye burst into tears like an old father who saw his daughter walking upright for the first time.
Junior Sister dances with the sword even on a rainy day. Even though dogs would shake their heads when they see this gesture, so what?!
She practices so hard, she will become a great person in the future!!!
As he was sighing, Song Zhexia was struck by lightning again, and this time his hair became a big afro.
Her temper suddenly exploded.
Why is there no one speaking up for themselves?
My butt was struck by lightning and is on fire!
There is a very stupid rule in this death barrier. Any cries for help from people inside will be automatically blocked.
Song Zhexia gritted her teeth and didn't care about pretending to be weak. She could only greet the eldest brother and call him down. Her voice suddenly rose, "Hey!"