"Chen Xing..."

"You wait..."

“…”

Angry and scolding came one after another, but it was soon replaced by painful screams.

At the same time, a wave of air higher than a wave came from Chen Xing's body, crushing Ling Luoyu like layers of peaks, one wave heavier than another.

Long Feiyang and An Di were both lifted away. When they fell down, they were seeing Chen Xing pressing on Ling Luoyu's body.

"I've suffered it!" Long Feiyang exclaimed in an instant.

An Di glanced at him with a charming look: "Are you worried about Ling Luoyu or Chen Xing?"

"Is Ling Luoyu worried about using it?" Long Feiyang was angry: "We are still being brought to her..."

The "caught in a mess" suddenly stopped behind him, and he looked at Andi angrily.

"The Demon God asked us to train her, not because of her low cultivation, but because we asked us to help her hide the iconic power of the demon clan!! Over the years, we have known what we have been doing and what our purpose is.

It's very... Maybe she is that person! So, I don't want her to leave a shadow on other disciples in the Demon Cultivation Palace because of Chen Xing's affairs!!"

"boom!!"

Chen Xing's force was heavy on Ling Luoyu's body, like a hurricane encountering an ice cone, forming a fan-shaped section instantly, and all the forces were poured and dispersed along the arcs on both sides.

A thin smile was released at the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips, and the Chaos Yuan Spirit rose again, like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Chen Xing's storm circle, and drilling in little by little.

Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down Chen Xing's face, and deep in his eyes, a look of shock suddenly appeared.

He could feel a force breaking through his storm circle bit by bit, like a sharp knife, piercing it into it bit by bit, and it hurts in his heart.

Compared to his difficulty, Ling Luoyu still has the same light clouds and wind, as if he is walking in the clouds and leisurely and comfortable.

From the corner of his eyes, Long Feiyang kept waving his hands at her.

In the battle and game circle between Chen Xing and Ling Luoyu, he could not get involved at all. He could only gesture to Ling Luoyu outside, hoping that she could show mercy and not make things too much.

The disciples who were blown away walked back one after another, standing there with a look of devilishness.

"Instructor Long, what is the origin of this newcomer...?"

"Yes, with such a powerful cultivation level, what else can we do here?"

"That's right... she's just completely abused Chen Xing..."

“…”

Just because of Ling Luoyu's cultivation, it is more than enough to be their instructor.

But she just wants to be a disciple. Isn’t this caused by hatred?!!

Andi and Long Feiyang looked at each other, and the deepest part of their eyes were bitter.

If you want to talk about abuse, who will be abused so badly?!

But what happened now was that Chen Xing himself came step by step. What can they do?!

“Um…”

Chen Xing couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

After a brief hum, he gritted his teeth and stopped humming, but his face had turned blue and purple.

He was holding his last breath.

And it was the last breath that was wandering on the verge of collapse.

"Chen Xing can't hold back anymore!!" Someone murmured in a low voice.

Under Chen Xing's feet, two clear scratches were getting longer and longer.

He was directly retreated by Ling Luoyu's Chaos Yuanling.

However, Ling Luoyu did not kill him, so he had the chance to breathe and retreat bit by bit.

Seeing Chen Xing struggled to resist, everyone was distressed by his difficulties.
Chapter completed!