Ying Tianyang's left arm was chopped off, and his precious weapon was broken. His body was pierced through by a pitch-black battle spear. Bright red blood flowed out, dying the entire main stage red. Many of the spectators were horrified and aghast.
Jiang Xiaofan's face was expressionless. He held the spear in his right hand and coldly looked at Ying Tianyang.
In the beginning, he didn't even think of using the Sky Demon Sword. This sword was a little special. Although it didn't have the slightest bit of energy fluctuation, its strength and sharpness were terrifying. It could cut through almost anything.
Jiang Xiaofan didn't want to expose the Sky Demon Sword, but Ying Tianyang was just too strong. Ying Tianyang had been suppressed from the Illusory God Secret Realm to the Minute Subtlety realm, and his battle prowess had far exceeded Jiang Xiaofan's expectations. Adding on the fact that he was using a treasured crossbow and saber, it would be extremely disadvantageous for Jiang Xiaofan if the battle continued. Jiang Xiaofan didn't want any accidents to happen.
However, he didn't care. If he exposed it, then so be it. It wasn't a big deal. The Sky Demon Sword wasn't his trump card. His real trump card was that mysterious silver copper plate. Although, that thing didn't really listen to him.
"Jiang Xiaofan!"
An angry roar resounded through the entire main stage. Ying Tianyang had lost his left arm. Blood was still flowing out, but his eyes were flickering with crazy killing intent. He was like a wild beast.
"Boom … …"
Although he had lost his left arm, and his artifact crossbow and saber were broken, the aura on Ying Tianyang's body was even more terrifying. He was like a fierce beast that had awakened from hell. His eyes were flickering with a terrifying ominous light.
Jiang Xiaofan sneered. This Ying Tianyang was simply too arrogant. He once again raised the pitch-black battle spear horizontally. Green light flickered, and with a bang, it struck Ying Tianyang's waist, sending him flying again.
Jiang Xiaofan hated this kind of overbearing and arrogant madman who couldn't distinguish right from wrong. In addition, Ying Tianyang's father had tried to make a move on Ye Yuanxue twice. He naturally wouldn't show any mercy. He rushed over like lightning.
"Bang … …"
Another ruthless strike. Ying Tianyang vomited a mouthful of blood and was sent flying again.
"Bang bang bang …"
Now that things had come to this, Ying Tianyang had practically been reduced to a live target. He did not have the strength to retaliate at all. He was slapped to the east and kicked to the west by Jiang Xiaofan, and the entire main arena was covered in his blood.
The entire place was deathly silent. The second core disciple of the Emperor Heaven Sect was actually beaten up by a new disciple who had just entered the sect a few months ago, losing the ability to retaliate. Many people were petrified, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
"Let the battle of life and death end here. Let me put an end to it!"
Jiang Xiaofan coldly shouted. The black spear in his hand emitted a resplendent green light. This was the last of his strength. He aimed the spear at Ying Tianyang's chest, causing the space to emit a 'chi chi' sound.
Almost everyone's eyes were wide open. Some people's palms were sweating. They knew that if nothing unexpected happened, Ying Tianyang was dead for sure. There was no chance for him to make a comeback.
The faces of the few inner disciples of the Tianyang Peak were ashen. There was shock, fear, and even unwillingness. If Ying Tianyang had directly attacked at the foot of the Wuwei Peak, how could he have lost if he did not suppress his cultivation to the microscopic realm?!
The black spear flickered with cold killing intent, and was about to pierce through Ying Tianyang's heart.
"Little bastard, how dare you!"
Suddenly, a cold shout rang out. Ying Xianling stepped into the main arena and blocked in front of Ying Tianyang. A terrifying divine force swept out, and before Jiang Xiaofan could react, he was sent flying in an instant. He began to vomit blood in the air, and the black spear in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.
This unforeseen event stunned everyone. There was actually someone who had rushed into the main arena of life and death!
"Boom … …"
Ying Xianling's eyes flickered with bone-piercing killing intent. He directly stretched out his right hand and grabbed at Jiang Xiaofan.
"Ying Xianling, you are too presumptuous!"
Yu Wuyan's figure appeared in the main arena. With a bang, she blocked Ying Xianling's big hand. At the same time, a gentle force was channeled into Jiang Xiaofan's body and stopped his rapidly falling body.
Jiang Xiaofan landed steadily in the main arena. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth. He had suffered an unimaginable injury. Ying Xianling's divine force had almost killed him. If it were not for Yu Wuyan's power, he would not even be able to stand up.
"Boss, are you alright?"
Lin Quan and Tang You shouted from below. Their faces were full of anxiety and anger. Their eyes were spitting fire. This was too much. They clenched their fists and wanted to rush up and kill him.
Ye Yuanxue was very anxious. She immediately wanted to rush up, but she was stopped by Ye Qiuyu, who shook her head at her. Since the master of Fairy Peak had gone up, she would definitely be able to protect Jiang Xiaofan.
On her shoulder, the little guy didn't care that much. His beautiful multicolored wings flapped, and he directly rushed into the main stage. He threw himself into Jiang Xiaofan's embrace, and his bright eyes were filled with mist as he cried out with wuwu sounds.
"Good girl, I'm fine."
Jiang Xiaofan gently patted the little one and comforted her in a low voice. Then he gave Lin Quan, Ye Yuanxue, and the others outside the main arena a reassuring look, indicating that he was fine.
He turned his head and looked at Ying Xianling with cold eyes. He clenched the battle spear in his hand a little tighter.
In front of him, Yu Wuyan said expressionlessly, "Ying Xianling, you've gone too far. As the master of Celestial Sun Peak, you don't set an example and restrain your disciples. Now you've done such a despicable thing. You've openly interfered in the main arena of life and death and attacked an ordinary disciple. As the master of one of the seven main peaks, I feel ashamed!"
Yu Wuyan was a woman. Her tone was not strong, but it made people feel a kind of pressure. She turned her head and looked at Yangxin Temple Master with the same expressionless face. She said, "As the master of Yangxin Temple Master, shouldn't you do something now?"
The scene quieted down. Many people did not even dare to breathe loudly. They did not expect so many things to happen in a life-and-death battle. They did not even dare to speak now. They could only watch carefully.
Yangxin Temple Master's zombie face did not change. He took a step forward and said in an emotionless voice, "Jiang Xiaofan wins …"
Ying Xianling's face was gloomy. He waved his hand and rolled up the severed arm on the main arena. He took back the broken crossbow and saber. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He said coldly, "I want to know what kind of weapon cut off my son's arm and his precious weapon in the end!"
Yu Wuyan shook her head. "You have no right to ask!"
Ying Xianling sneered and said, "Although his movements were fast, how could he hide from my eyes? That skull hilt and that dark blade, humph, I suspect that it's a demonic weapon!"
As soon as he said this, the scene was shocked. The way they looked at Jiang Xiaofan changed again and again. The word 'demonic' was too hurtful. On Emperor Star, demonic represented destruction and was the root of all evil.
Not to mention the others, even Jiang Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this old thing had seen through it?
He was a little shocked, but he calmed down after a while. It could not be like that. The Sky Demon Sword no longer had the slightest bit of energy. No one could tell that it was a demonic weapon.
The Yangxin Temple Master looked over. Her eyes flashed as she stared at Jiang Xiaofan.
Yu Wuyan said with some disdain, "Ying Xianling, your son's skills are not as good as his. A loss is a loss. Don't find such a lame excuse. Even if you don't feel ashamed, I feel sorry for you."
Ying Xianling sneered and said, "My son is very courageous. He did not suppress him with the Illusion God Realm and voluntarily suppressed his cultivation to the Nuance Realm to fight with him. This is a kind of kindness. However, my second son is vicious and wanted to kill him. He should be killed!"
Jiang Xiaofan laughed. He raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Ying Xianling. He said disdainfully, "Old thing, I have seen shameless people, but it is the first time I have seen someone as shameless as you."
"How dare you!"
Ying Xianling's face immediately darkened. He reached out his hand.
Yu Wuyan was standing right in front of Jiang Xiaofan. Of course, she would not let anything happen to him. Once again, she blocked Ying Xianling's big hand. At the same time, a golden token appeared in her hand. As soon as it appeared, it emitted a bright celestial light, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Seeing this token, Ying Xianling's face changed. Even the expressionless Yangxin Temple Master was moved.
Yu Wuyan held the golden token in her hand and said calmly, "Ying Xianling, why don't I ask the clan leader to suppress his cultivation to the Renhuang Plane and fight you with the Emperor's Bell? This is a great kindness. How about it? Do you dare to accept it?"
Ying Xianling's face turned pale. He could not speak.
Outside the main arena, many inner disciples almost fainted. The Sect Master of the Imperial Heaven Gate was a Xuan Immortal Realm expert, and the Sky Emperor Bell was a Celestial Artifact. Would Ying Xianling dare to accept such a battle? One move could send him to hell.
Only Jiang Xiaofan was secretly pleased. He felt that his anger had been vented. This slap was too resounding!
At the same time, he was also a little shocked. Yu Wuyan's identity seemed to be very special. The golden token in her hand was very powerful. Even Ying Xianling and the Yangxin Temple Master had to be careful. It seemed that she could ask the Sect Master to come out.
The scene quieted down. In the end, it was the Yangxin Temple Master who broke the silence. She looked at Yu Wuyan and said, "Let me see his sword. If it is not a demonic artifact, I will prove his innocence. If it is, then …"
The Yangxin Temple Master did not continue, but everyone knew what she meant. If it was a demonic artifact, Jiang Xiaofan would not be able to escape. Only death would await him.
Yu Wuyan frowned slightly. She turned to look at Jiang Xiaofan.
Jiang Xiaofan knew that he could not avoid it. He bowed to Yu Wuyan and said, "Senior, you don't have to put me in a difficult position. I have always been righteous. Since they want to see it, I will not refuse."
He took out the Sky Demon Sword and presented it to Yu Wuyan with both hands.
As soon as the sword appeared, it caused another sensation. Jiang Xiaofan's two slashes were very fast. Almost everyone only saw the sword light and did not see the real sword. Now that they saw it, they were a little surprised.
Yu Wuyan nodded with satisfaction. After she took the Sky Demon Sword and examined it, she was a little surprised. She thought that it was indeed a peerless sword. Unfortunately, there was no energy fluctuation.
After Yu Wuyan finished the examination, she found that there was nothing unusual about the Sky Demon Sword. She nodded to Jiang Xiaofan and handed it to the Yangxin Temple Master. The latter also examined it carefully. She shook her head and returned it.
"The sword is righteous. It is not a demonic artifact. Jiang Xiaofan wins …"
Hearing the conclusion of the Yangxin Temple Master, Jiang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was really nervous just now. Although he knew that the Sky Demon Sword had no energy, it was indeed a demonic sword. He still felt a little guilty.
"Ying Xianling, how is it? Do you have anything else to say? "
Yu Wuyan returned the Sky Demon Sword to Jiang Xiaofan. She turned around and looked at the opposite side of the main arena.
Ying Xianling's face was ashen. It was very ugly. His eyes were full of murderous intent. He looked at Jiang Xiaofan coldly. Without saying anything, he took the unconscious Ying Tianyang and his broken arm and sword and rushed to the sky.
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