After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

Cang Wu looked at the little girl swinging the sword below, and there was obvious relief in his eyes.

"The ancient battlefield, that little girl found it by herself."

Situ Zhan on the side turned dark after hearing this.

He originally thought that Ling Yu's ability to bring out the Feishang Sword from the secret realm of the ancient battlefield was already a great gain.

But the Feishuang Sword pales in comparison to the big sword in Ling Miao's hand.

Even if he didn't know the origin of the big sword, he could clearly feel that the big sword was extremely extraordinary.

It would be great if this sword was taken under their command by the Lihuo Sect.

After all, it was he who protected Ling Yu, gave her the position of direct successor, and personally expelled Ling Miao from the sect, so Situ Zhan would always compare the two of them unconsciously.

and.

Situ Zhan and Ling Feng looked at the stalemate on the field, and their eyebrows frowned tightly unconsciously.

Ling Miao was actually able to fight on par with Cheng Jinshu, who was in the middle stage of Jindan?

They originally thought that Ling Miao's ability to beat Bai Jing, who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, would be the limit that day, but they didn't expect that it was not the case.

To be able to fight against someone in the Golden Core stage, even Ling Yu, who is now in the late stage of foundation building, would find it difficult to do so.

Situ Zhan was unwilling to give up. Judging from the current situation, if he wanted to wait for Ling Yu's spiritual root talent to crush Ling Miao who had no talent, he would have to wait for a while.

It seems that he will have to suffer for a while. If he had known better, he would not have driven people away so decisively.

The current situation reminded Situ Zhan all the time that he seemed to have chosen the wrong person and chased the wrong person, but subconsciously he did not want to admit it, and the consequences would be very uncomfortable.

Elder Zhao over there was surprised, but also a little melancholy in his heart: The second martial arts arena was smashed today, he was very busy tonight.

On the competition stage.

Cheng Jinshu looked at the deep crack opened by Ling Miao at his feet. He was secretly frightened and spoke in a bad tone.

"Ling Miao, are you looking for my life? Do you really want to kill me?"

Ling Miao sneered: "Oh? Is it possible that you didn't just come here for my life? Otherwise, could you put some water on me?"

You are allowed to take my life, but I am not allowed to take your life? Double standard dog!

"Don't think about it!"

Cheng Jinshu rose up again.

The third form of Lihuo Sect's Sword Technique is a majestic and large-scale killing move.

Cheng Jinshu's sword energy started from his feet, seemed to rise from the ground, and shot towards the position where Ling Miao was standing like a sharp thorn.

On the opposite side, Ling Miao made a move the moment Cheng Jinshu's sword energy spread.

The little girl raised her sword above her head and struck hard at the sword energy that was surrounding her from below.

Black Iron Great Sword: Wow, this sword swing is so beautiful, I will reward you with a critical hit!

Its sword body buzzed as it slashed down with Ling Miao's strength.

Bang!

After hearing a loud noise, it was not just Cheng Jinshu's sword energy that was split open by the black giant sword.

There is also a tournament ring.

The ground was torn apart, rubble flew around, and the competition platform was split open from the middle by Ling Miao's full blow.

The sword energy was interrupted mercilessly, and the ground in front of him cracked instantly, which shocked Cheng Jinshu. There were rubbles around his feet, and he was stunned.

But then, Ling Miao's black sword shadow had already reached his face.

Cheng Jinshu raised his sword reflexively and blocked it.

The long sword in his hand collided with Ling Miao's black iron sword again. Cheng Jinshu's face turned pale. He could clearly feel that the force of Ling Miao's attack this time was much greater than her initial attack!

Didn't this kid even use all his strength when we first started fighting him?

His wrist was numbed by the huge force coming from the sword, and he almost lost consciousness.

With a wave of Ling Miao's black iron sword, Cheng Jinshu was knocked back two steps.

She turned the sword downwards, and the tip of the sword touched the cracked edge of the competition platform.

Then, the little girl used her strength to fly out the half of the competition stage that she had chopped off, along with Cheng Jinshu and the deacon standing on that half of the competition stage.

With a few short and rapid clicking sounds, the half of the competition platform first flew away for some distance, and then fell straight down, leaving only half of the foundation standing in place.

In the auditorium, there were twice as many monks as yesterday to watch Ling Miao's game.

Seeing this scene, the entire stand fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, someone commented very pertinently, "She is so scary."

"No, just hit people, and they even cut the competition platform into pieces. I've never seen that before. I've never seen that before."

"I'm sorry, Cheng Jinshu, if you lose, I'm going to climb the wall. Ling Miao loves me so much."

"At first I thought her way of fighting was weird, but after watching it two more times, I actually felt better?"

"This is probably the legendary aesthetics of violence."

As the competition platform broke apart and hit the ground, Cheng Jinshu and Deacon subconsciously jumped a few steps back to avoid being hit by the flying gravel.

Cheng Jinshu stepped on the ground and realized that he was already standing under the competition stage.

He lost.

After fighting with all his strength, he still lost to Ling Miao who was in the Qi refining stage.

Cheng Jinshu's heart suddenly became extremely complicated.

He raised his head and looked at Ling Miao, who was standing on the high competition platform on the other side, dragging a black giant sword and looking down at him.

She turned her back to the sun, and the light caressed her cheeks, casting shadows and hiding her facial features. Cheng Jinshu couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but could only see her eyes, which were surprisingly bright.

His lips moved, and complex emotions surged crazily in his chest.

What a...monster.

Next to Cheng Jinshu, because he happened to be standing on the half of the competition stage that was chopped off by Ling Miao, the deacon who was chopped off at the same time said: "..."

The deacon raised his head and glanced at Elder Zhao, who had a distorted expression on the high platform, looking happy and sad at the same time. He sighed and announced loudly: "Yuehua Sect Lingmiao wins."

On the high platform, Cang Wu looked at Elder Zhao.

"Great Elder, can this competition stage be saved?"

Elder Zhao: "Aha, this competition platform doesn't need to be repaired, it's going to be scrapped! Just scrap it!"

Elder Zhao looked sadly at the messy competition stage below.

Half of the competition platform was cut off and fell to the ground. The surrounding area was covered with gravel. It looked very embarrassing.

How can we repair it if half of it is demolished? We might as well build a new one!

He took a deep breath and took another deep breath, and finally he couldn't hold back his sigh.

The sect competition has just started on the second day!

what is this?

Destroy your own martial arts arena at the beginning? ——

Sect competition section: Yuehua Sect’s competition platform that had a big hole drilled into it yesterday has not been repaired yet, and two more competition platforms were broken today. Their sect’s competition platform does not seem to be very many. If this continues, the sect can still survive. Is the competition over?