Traveling through the ages: the apocalyptic couple salted fish lie down and win!

Chapter 891 Competition 2
"Then you can't let go."

The voice behind Jian Qingling was all from the sound transmission, and because the two of them didn't look at the small and exquisite female cultivator again, the other party stopped staring at them.

Because he didn't want to be besieged by a group of monks, Jian Qingling's team stood on the periphery, and the ten people chose to back to back to prevent being attacked.

Their ideas are good, and many teams have the same ideas as them.

Those teams who choose to be in the middle are worried that they will be knocked off the stage if they stand on the outermost side.

So no matter where you are, there are pros and cons.

"The time is up, the scuffle begins."

As soon as the referee on the ring said his words, the monks who were on guard a moment ago immediately huddled together, and various spells took off, and soon some monks were injured.

Jian Qingling was also attacked.

Moreover, the monks of the two teams attacked them together.

All ten of them are at the peak of crossing the robbery, and the two teams that came to attack them seem to be united. Similarly, the monks of those two teams are all at the peak of crossing the robbery.

As soon as the two teams of monks came up, they made a big move, and a phantom of a giant sword came towards Jian Qingling's face.

Jian Qingling didn't retreat, and waved his hand to add a space shield to himself. A long whip appeared in his hand, and the fiery red long whip was covered with barbs.

The long whip swung straight towards the sword shadow, a transparent phantom revealed the long whip, and went straight towards the sword shadow, one sword and one whip, the two phantoms collided.

The sword shadow shattered, and its power dissipated to the surroundings, while the transparent whip shadow became weaker, but still firmly moved towards a middle-aged man in black with a sword holding his sword.

At the same time, she withdrew her long whip, and slapped the one in front with her left hand, and there was a dark red flame that was slapped away.

Jian Qingling felt a chill all over her body, and after seeing clearly what kind of fire it was, her eyes sharpened. If she saw it right, it was the Nine Nether Fire.

If she is attacked by surprise, her combat power will be greatly weakened. The Nine Nether Fire is a cold thing. After the fire enters the body, if she cannot control it in time, her body will be covered by the Nine Nether Fire from the inside out. of burnt.

This person has Nine Nether Fires, is he a ghost cultivator?

This is not the time to think about these things, she has a space cover covering her body, even if she didn't block it before, she won't be attacked by surprise.

Even if she won't be attacked, it doesn't mean she has to stand there and wait to be attacked.

After dodging the shadow of the whip, the man in black on the opposite side looked towards the place where the shadow of the whip fell, and there immediately appeared a small pit with a depth of one meter. The man in black took a deep breath, thankful that he escaped.

The arena was created by the immortals, and it was unimaginable how powerful it was to be made a big hole so easily.

The gap above the ring quickly healed.

The man in black then flew towards Jian Qingling, and kept making sword moves in Jian Qingling's face, but Jian Qingling missed them one by one.

He didn't expect the speed of the opponent to be so fast, after more than a dozen rounds, he couldn't cut off a piece of the opponent's sleeve.

When the other party saw her using the long whip, he thought she couldn't fight in melee, so he wanted to use melee to deal with her.

Even if Jian Qingling knew this, she still used the whip method to fight the opponent more than a dozen times in close combat. Sure enough, the whip method was still not suitable for melee combat, but it also used soul power when combined with the whip method, so the opponent thought that he was very fast. In fact, there are some influences.

Jian Qingling didn't even use teleportation.

The fight was almost over, and Jian Qingling knew that her whip technique was not suitable for melee combat, so it was time to send the other party off the stage, and it was time for that ghost Xiu who had been secretly poking at her to attack her, it was time to teach him a lesson.

Jian Qingling suddenly teleported ten meters away from the male cultivator. Before the other party realized why her speed increased again, she flicked the whip, and the whip directly wrapped around Jianxiu's upper body, binding his hands together. up.

Then he threw it under the ring with all his strength.

"boom"

The whip was untied in mid-air, but the sword cultivator in mid-air didn't have the strength to return to the ring at all.

Since ancient times, among the women who used whips, which whip was not poisoned?
Jian Qingling is not bad, it's just that the whip is coated with drugs that can paralyze people and prevent spiritual power. She is not poisonous at all.

Take care of one, and it's time for the other mouse.

Ghost cultivator, I didn't expect the female cultivator in front of me to be so fast. His attacks failed again and again, and even the powerful sword cultivator couldn't do anything against her. Now there is no one to help him drag this female cultivator together. He is alone The pressure will definitely be greater.

With a turn of his eyeballs and a flash of his figure, he was about to leave the spot.

It's a pity that Jian Qingling didn't give him a chance. The moment the other party dodged, she had already cast a space shift in the place where the other party was going to pass, and the other party appeared directly on her side.

The barbed whip was already there waiting for the opponent.

Ghost Xiu's first feeling was not that he was transferred to the other party, but the pain from his waist. He looked down at his waist.

All the barbs on the long whip pierced into his flesh. He raised his head in confusion, and saw that Jian Qingling was still standing there, but the distance from him was only five meters. He clearly remembered that he was more than ten meters away from the other party. .

He asked sadly: "Why." Why did he change places?
Jian Qingling's lips curled up, revealing a soft smile.

Ask back: "Want to know?"

Male Ghost Xiu: Nonsense, otherwise what does he mean by why?
"Ha ha……"

Ghost repair: "..."

Ha ha you wool.

What does hehe mean?Prefer not to say?
Not to mention ghost cultivators wanting to know, the cultivators who noticed both of them wanted to know why, even the immortals on the high platform wanted to know.

It is not impossible for a monk to transfer a person to a place, but the cultivation level of the two is equivalent. How did she transfer people silently?
"You thought I'd tell you?"

After Jian Qingling finished speaking, she increased the strength of the whip in her hand, making the whip tighten the opponent's waist, and the barb penetrated deeper into the flesh.

The moment Guixiu was entangled by the whip and pierced into his body, he was anesthetized by the anesthetic on the whip. He could no longer draw out any spiritual power, and couldn't resist. Blood gurgled out from the wound.

Jian Qingling's eyes sharpened, and then he slammed the person on the ground outside the ring, and a muddy hole immediately appeared on the lawn.

She looked at Mu Ziteng and Na Lin, and saw that he hit a female cultivator with a thunderbolt. When the opponent was paralyzed by the lightning, he stretched out a foot and kicked the opponent out of the ring.

The corners of Jian Qingling's mouth twitched slightly, and she treated girls so violently, and she didn't know how to feel sorry for her.

She suddenly wanted to know how the female cultivator was injured, so she quickly shifted her gaze to the female cultivator who fell off the ring, just in time to see the other cultivator getting up from the ground and looking at Muziteng's direction with a resentful expression.

(End of this chapter)