"Haha, such a vicious woman, you still hope she won't fight back. I see that she wants to kill Senior Sister Zhao."

"Yes! This woman is simply a shame to our Nine Spirits Court."

The insulting words made Zhou Ling'er's mind shake more and more. After being forced back by Zhou Ling'er, Zhao Ping took advantage of Zhou Ling'er's moment of being stunned and quickly formed an immortal seal with one hand. Suddenly, a sensation of evil spirit came. Everyone felt that the temperature in the air had dropped by several degrees instantly. Soon a red light flashed out, and a nine-ring poisonous python that was more than ten feet long appeared in front of Zhao Ping.

He Sheng recognized at a glance that this was exactly the trick Zhao Ping used to kill him by the Yuhe River. However, after three months, Zhao Ping's control over this immortal art has improved again. If He Sheng had faced this poisonous python, he would probably not be able to resist one move.

"Ling'er, be careful!"

Zhou Yanzhao shouted out loud.

He also felt that the sword was at risk of the Nine-ring Poisonous Python. Just when Zhou Ling'er noticed this scene, the Nine-ring Poisonous Python had opened its bloody mouth and hit Zhou Ling'er like a sea of ​​rushing seas. The momentum of the Nine-ring Poisonous Python was like a rapid rocket. It emitted an unpleasant smell of fishy smell from its bloody mouth, which made Zhou Ling'er frown repeatedly.

Zhou Ling'er hurriedly flew backwards, but was still half a beat slower. Although the Nine-Ring Poisonous Python did not hurt her vital points, one of Zhou Ling'er's arm was still scratched by the huge snake head of the Nine-Ring Poisonous Python. Zhou Ling'er felt that her arm was almost dislocated, and a Yin-Yang Thunder Knife in her hand also landed on the ground with a "clang".

However, it was not over yet. The snake tail of the Nine-ring Poisonous Python swept towards Zhou Ling'er again. The overwhelmed Zhou Ling'er's chest was swept hard by this tail. The huge bombardment force smashed Zhou Ling'er to fly more than ten meters.

The monks in the audience were stunned. They expected that Zhao Ping, a weak person, would definitely just want to understand the grudges with Zhou Ling'er in one battle, so they would definitely show mercy or stop in the competition, but they did not expect that Zhao Ping wanted to kill Zhou Ling'er.

They once had suspicion of Zhao Ping. Is this woman really as pitiful as she said?

Zhou Yanzhao's forehead was bulging with blue veins and was about to stop and he was pressed down by He Sheng. "Yanzhao, don't be impatient, Ling'er has not lost yet."

"But, Ling'er..." Zhou Yanzhao was interrupted by He Sheng when he was about to speak.

"Yan Zhao, Ling'er's potential is more than that. Perhaps letting her truly feel a life-threatening kill will completely release her potential."

He Sheng has experienced too many fights in the past twenty years, from fighting with mortals on earth, to fighting with the top experts on earth in Damen Mountain, to fighting with cultivators in the world of cultivation, many times have been fought at the critical moment of life and death. He knows that only after seeing the cruelest fight can he achieve real transformation.

Zhou Ling'er's strength is much stronger than many new monks in the Jiuling Taoist Academy, but what she lacks the most is this kind of desperate struggle.

Perhaps she received guidance from countless masters in the palace, but those masters often did not dare to take heavy measures due to Zhou Ling'er's identity. Zhou Ling'er, who was trained under such conditions, only mastered some immortal techniques, but could not be considered a killer move in immortal techniques.

From what Zhou Ling'er said to the monks just now, she was shaken and distracted, which shows that she was not ready for battle at all, or that her fighting will is not firm.

Besides, Si Ming, who was hosting the competition, He Sheng was not afraid that Zhao Ping would really do anything to Zhou Ling'er, but if he could use this short-term pain, it would be worth it to awaken Zhou Ling'er's fighting spirit.

Zhou Yanzhao finally dissipated his momentum. Perhaps He Sheng was right, and he and Ling'er were too short of this kind of life-and-death battle.

Although He Sheng said it calmly, his eyes were still staring at the changes on the competition platform. When the Nine-ring Poison Python pulled Zhou Ling'er away, Zhao Ping's figure disappeared. When she appeared in everyone's eyes again, she was already smiling with a grim face and grabbed Zhou Ling'er's pretty face with one claw. She could not kill Zhou Ling'er, but she wanted to destroy Zhou Ling'er's appearance like her.

Everyone saw that Zhao Ping's sharp claws were covered with black air, just like the devil's hand from Jiuyou.

"This is Xuanming Ghost Claw!"

You Siming said in a deep voice.

Obviously he had recognized the magic tricks that Zhao Ping had performed.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, because they had also heard of the name of Xuanming Ghost Claw. It is said that it is a magic technique modified by a kind of claw skill of the demon clan. After this magic technique hurts people, it will ulcerate the skin on the spot, and it will be planted with a spell, which will make the festered skin unable to be completely repaired no matter what kind of pills it has undergone.

Obviously, Zhao Ping came prepared and had a clear goal to disfigure Zhou Ling'er.

Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, moved forward quietly a few inches. He was ready to take action. As long as Zhou Ling'er shouted out the word "sacrifice" at this time, he was sure to stop Zhao Ping.

However, after waiting for three breaths, he didn't see Zhou Ling'er admitting defeat. Why is this girl so stubborn? Don't you know the danger now?

Although Zhou Ling'er's abdominal pain was unbearable and had reached the limit she had endured, she still gritted her teeth tightly. Only He Sheng's words were in her mind, and she slapped her to death!

For those who don’t like it, I can slap her to death!

Zhao Ping's ghost-like claws kept approaching Zhou Ling'er. At this time, her face was full of sinisterness, with the pleasure of slapping He Sheng in the face, and the pleasure of revenge on Wang Lun.

"Zhou Ling'er blames you for being better than me. If you want to blame, blame you for not having such a pretty face."

"I'm going to ruin your face and everything about you!"

Zhao Ping screamed hysterically.

The monks were stunned. Is this the bullied Senior Sister Zhao whom they supported just now?

No matter how you look at this, you look like a vicious crazy woman!

Did you just get wrong?

Just when Zhao Ping's Xuanming Ghost Claw was less than three inches away from Zhou Ling'er's pretty face.

Zhou Yanzhao's eyes were protruding and almost burst. Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, sighed. Now he could not save Zhou Ling'er. Jiufang Mingyue had a little affection for Zhou Ling'er at this time. In fact, she was pretty good.

"Hehehehehehehe!"

Zhao Ping laughed fiercely!

However, at this moment, a trace of light burst out from Zhou Ling'er's eyes! The Yin-Yang Thunder Knife, which had just been knocked away by the Nine-Ring Poisonous Python, instantly penetrated the void and rushed straight to the back of Zhao Ping's head.

"That turned out to be a spiritual weapon!"

Zhao Ping didn't dare to make a rash move anymore and had to temporarily turn her head to avoid it, but at this moment, Zhou Ling'er suddenly slapped her in the face.

Brother He, I did it.

"Bang!"

The sound is crisp and loud.

A group of monks burst into a cheer from the bottom of their hearts.

"well played!"

"well played!"

There are more and more sounds like this.
Chapter completed!