"Senior Sister Murong is so good! Kill this guy to avenge Cui Hongyang!"

"Yes, you must torture him well, and you must not let him die too cheaply!"

Listening to the shouts of the people outside the field, Yue Xingheng felt even more panicked. Murong Ningyue took out the ice breaker again and rushed towards Yue Xingheng like he did at the opening.

But now Yue Xingheng has no calmness at the beginning. In order to deal with the power of the extreme Wenyan, Yue Xingheng is almost gone for the strength to raise the black iron sword.

"puff!"

This was the sound of blood splashing. Murong Ningyue's icebreaking cut the first wound on Yue Xingheng's body. Although Yue Xingheng had tried his best to resist, it had no effect at all.

At this time, the balance of victory had completely fallen to Murong Ningyue's side. Breaking the ice and cutting more than a dozen wounds on Yue Xingheng's body. At this time, Yue Xingheng's face had turned pale, and even Ji Wenyan's offensive was almost unable to suppress it.

Of course, Murong Ningyue would not let Yue Xingheng die so happily, but instead pulled back the extremely warm flames. The violent burning sensation in her abdomen finally disappeared, but at this moment, Yue Xingheng no longer had the capital to resist.

More than a dozen large amount of blood loss was cut by the broken ice on his body, which made him extremely weak. At this time, Yue Xingheng's hair was disheveled, and his whole body was dyed red with blood, looking extremely terrifying.

However, the disciples of the Cangjian Sect did not have any sympathy for him. He did not show any mercy when treating Cui Hongyang just now. Now he is just repaying him one by one.

Seeing this, the leader of the Iron Sword Sect could no longer hold back and shouted: "We give in and we give in! Let Yue Xingheng come down quickly!"

After the team leader said that, he wanted to go on stage to save Yue Xingheng, but Sima Xuan stopped the other party and sneered: "Did you forget what they said just now? This is a life-and-death situation that will never stop! Besides, there will inevitably be casualties in the competition, right? Besides, there is no reason why others call for a stop, it is not."

The leader of the Iron Sword Sect looked as gray at this time. Sima Xuan returned what Yue Xingheng said just now. He had nothing to say except for forcing the bitter fruit to swallow. It seemed that Yue Xingheng would definitely die today.

Murong Ningyue slowly walked to Yue Xingheng. Yue Xingheng was already weakly lying on the ground. Murong Ningyue looked at Yue Xingheng with a high apex and said, "Now you should know how stupid what you did just now, right?"

Yue Xingheng wanted to speak, but struggled for a few times but couldn't say anything. At this time, his heart was full of regret, regretting killing Cui Hongyang on the ring, regretting coming to the Tibetan Sword Sect, and even regretting offending Murong Ningyue in the Desert of Death.

But there was no way to turn back, and the bitter fruit he planted could only be borne by himself. Murong Ningyue took out a pill and fed it to Yue Xingheng's mouth.

Seeing this, Yue Xingheng was very frightened. This must be some vicious poison, but the next moment, Yue Xingheng felt that his injuries were in a tendency to recover. This was not a poison but a healing medicine!

Although Yue Xingheng didn't know why Murong Ningyue would heal her injuries, if he could live, no one was willing to die. He quickly sat up and began to use his energy to heal his injuries.
Chapter completed!