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Chapter 910

Words:1915Update:22/07/01 09:23:29

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Bang!

After exchanging blows with Feng Yanran, the red-clothed martial artist retreated a few steps. It was obvious that his strength was much weaker than Feng Yanran's.

Lan Yu 'er finally walked out. Her face was as white as a sheet of paper. The situation wasn't good.

"Thank you, Miss Yanran."

Lan Yu 'er naturally knew that Feng Yanran had blocked the attack for her. Otherwise, even if she wasn't seriously injured, she would have suffered a blow.

"You're welcome. However, things are a little troublesome now. I didn't expect the people of the Phoenix Academy to ignore the rules."

Feng Yanran frowned and said.

During this period of time, she had asked for help from the disciples of the Qingxu Academy. Of course, they were from the higher-level disciples.

However, when they saw that she was fine, they all refused to help.

The reason was that according to the rules, higher-level martial artists couldn't interfere with the fights of lower-level martial artists.

The Blood Skull had broken the rules and would definitely be punished. However, they didn't want to.

They didn't know Ling Xiao and the others. There was no need for them to break the rules and get themselves into trouble for Ling Xiao and the others.

Unless Feng Yanran was attacked or injured.

However, the disciples of the Phoenix Academy didn't dare to hurt Feng Yanran.

"Miss Yanran, I advise you not to interfere!"

Duan Yun said with a smile. "If you interfere, I will attack. If you hurt this beautiful girl, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Feng Yanran had no choice but to dodge.

She knew how powerful Duan Yun was. If the red-clothed martial artist attacked her, she still had a chance to escape.

However, if Duan Yun attacked, she would have no chance.

"I didn't expect the people of the Phoenix Academy to be so shameless. If I had known, I would have attacked more ruthlessly!"

Another voice sounded.

Hime Myung-kō came out of the single room.

After a month, her cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Three Talents Heaven realm. Her aura had improved significantly and she had even comprehended sword intent.

Although it was only the first level of sword intent, which was still far from Ling Xiao's, she was still much stronger than before she went into seclusion.

There were nine levels of sword intent at the entry level. Above the entry level was sword intent.

"Why aren't you affected?"

The red-clothed martial artist was stunned. He had been expecting Hime Myung-kō to be as weak as Lan Yu 'er, but the reality wasn't so.

Not only was Hime Myung-kō not weak at all, but her cultivation had also improved greatly. Her strength had also improved at an astonishing rate.

"Previously, Ling Xiao spared your life, but you didn't know how to be grateful. You even dared to do such a despicable thing. It seems like you've gone crazy from wanting to die!"

Hime Myung-kō was very clear that Ling Xiao had been merciful before. If he had been a little more vicious, this red clothed martial artist would have been crippled.

Furthermore, the other Phoenix Academy martial artists in the other single rooms could forget about cultivating in peace.

When it came to practical secret technique scrolls and magic arrays, Ling Xiao was many times better than the Blood Skull. The only reason he hadn't done so was because he didn't want to break the rules of the Heavenly Essence Treasure Tower.

However, from the looks of it now, these rules were only made for honest people. Truly evil people would not care about these things at all.

"What a joke. With me around, do you think you can kill him?" Duan Yun looked at Hime Myung-kō and laughed. "You, on the other hand, look pretty good and have some strength. Why don't you follow me? I can introduce you to the Phoenix Academy. It's better than following behind a Heaven Pulse martial artist."

"You're not worthy!"

Hime Myung-kō said indifferently. "Compared to him, you're just a rat in a smelly ditch."

"You what?"

Duan Yun's originally calm face was now filled with anger.

He had always prided himself on being handsome and confident. He could basically get any woman he wanted, especially female martial artists from the Heavenly Dragon Continent. If their cultivation was lower than his, he only needed to give them a look, and they would throw themselves into his arms.

However, this Hime Myung-kō before him actually dared to not give him any face?

"I'm just a rat in a smelly ditch!"

Hime Myung-kō repeated without fear.

"Hehe, this Duan likes hot wild horses like you. You're the type that makes conquering you even more enjoyable."

Duan Yun suddenly revealed a lustful and evil smile. "Although I don't know what kind of relationship you have with that Ling Xiao, I'm sure that after I'm done with you, that guy will definitely go crazy. Hehehe, just thinking about it makes me excited."

Mo Wushang and Qin Bixue, who were standing to the side, shook their heads.

The former Holy Son, the high and mighty Holy Son, was now being molested by such a lecher. It was truly too sad.

The two of them had once had improper thoughts about the Holy Son. However, in their hearts, they thought highly of the Holy Son, Hime Myung-kō.

"Duan Yun, you're too disgusting. The Blood Skull is not a good person to associate with someone like you."

Feng Yanran frowned and scolded.

"The love between a man and a woman is the way of nature. How is it disgusting?"

Duan Yun said disdainfully. "Miss Yanran, compared to Hime Myung-kō, you're much less beautiful. Therefore, this Duan has no interest in you. Hahahaha."

Although he didn't dare to hurt Feng Yanran, he still dared to insult her verbally.

Hime Myung-kō coldly looked at Duan Yun. Her originally rosy and pretty face had turned ashen.

"You're dead today!"

She had always been overbearing and arrogant. Although she had lost to Ling Xiao and was saved by Ling Xiao, she had restrained herself a lot.

However, when facing others, she wouldn't give them a good face.

"Senior Brother Duan, I'll have to trouble you to deal with that woman. She's also quite beautiful. Ling Xiao really has good luck with women. I'll also have a taste!"

Duan Yun's words aroused the desire in the red-clothed cultivator's heart. Looking at Lan Yu 'er's haggard yet pitiful face, he couldn't help but lick his chapped lips. His eyes were filled with excitement.

"Even if I die, I won't let you have your way!"

Although Lan Yu 'er was very weak now, she still had the ability to commit suicide.

In this world, chastity was more important than life for many women.

"Die? I'll definitely let you have it. It's definitely better than that guy's job! "

The red-clothed cultivator revealed a beastly expression and laughed. "That guy wants to continue being a coward? Then let him hear your beautiful voice!"

However, his laughter came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Because Ling Xiao's single room, the Dragon Snapping Stone, had opened.

The terrifying killing intent seemed to have turned into a substance as it spread out, firmly entangling the red-robed martial artist.

This caused Duan Yun's expression to change. His hand was too slow, and Hime Myung-kō cut off one of his fingers. It was so painful that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

When the red-clothed cultivator saw this scene, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled. That bone-chilling killing intent seemed to grab hold of his soul. He didn't dare to act rashly.

He ran behind Duan Yun, Mo Wushang, and Qin Bixue as if he was running for his life. However, that terrifying killing intent didn't lessen in the slightest.

Ling Xiao's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate a person's body. It was like a sharp sword that pierced into the red-clothed cultivator's body.

That gaze was like examining a dead person.

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