Just as Murong Ningyue tried her best to cure Long Ruoshui's injuries, other sects on the field had begun to challenge each other again in order to compete for the demon clan.

However, by the end, almost all the demon clans had gathered in the two major sects, the Iron Sword Sect and the Wan Poison Sect. Nearly a hundred demon clans had occupied as much as seventy or eighty.

Although the Iron Sword Sect and the Wanpo Sect already have so many demon clans, other sects dare not challenge these two sects.

Previously, a disciple from a small sect thought that the Iron Sword Immortal was exhausted and wanted to take the opportunity to take action, but was split into two by the Iron Sword Immortal using thunder means. No one dared to step forward any more.

As for the Ten Thousand Poison Kings of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, no one dared to challenge them. Not only has the cultivation level of the Nine-grade immortal, but his ability to use poison is even more amazing. Many times, his opponents can't even get close to the Ten Thousand Poison Kings and die in a bad way.

The previously stipulated competition time was a whole day, and it was already evening when the sunset gradually began to set. After Murong Ningyue's treatment and Long Ruoshui's own strong physique, the aura of death was finally eliminated.

However, Long Ruoshui became very weak after the death aura eroded his body and needed a period of rest to recover. At this time, Murong Ningyue finally noticed the situation on the field.

At this time, all the demon clans had been completely divided up by the Iron Sword Sect and Wan Poison Sect. Murong Ningyue frowned in an anxious manner. If Ye Yaorao didn't come, there would be no chance.

"Ye Yaorao, you bastard! Why haven't you come yet!"

Murong Ningyue cursed softly in anger, and the biggest winners of today, Iron Sword Immortal and Ten Thousand Poison King couldn't help but shout: "Haha! I think no one is here to challenge now, so we are the only two of us left. Let's just let the competition end soon?"

Just as Murong Ningyue was about to retort, a sharp shout came from a distance: "Fart! How can I end like this before I came?"

This stern shout sounded in the air like a rolling thunder, and everyone was shocked by the sound. Some people with low cultivation levels were even scared by this stern shout and fell to the ground.

When Murong Ningyue heard this sound, she suddenly fell into dullness. After a moment, a hint of ecstasy appeared on her face. She was so familiar with this sound. The person who came here was Ye Yaorao!

Sure enough, just a moment after the sound came, Ye Yaorao's voice had already arrived. Today, Ye Yaorao wore a black long gown, and her ink hair was tied behind her head like a black waterfall, and she was like a god of killing coming out of the dark night.

A handsome face was as cold as ice, and a little bit of cold light was emitted from his eyes, as bright as starry eyes. Only when he saw Murong Ningyue, did he reveal a trace of warmth.

The Iron Sword Immortal and the Ten Thousand Poison King, who had thought everything was settled, saw Ye Yaorao killing him halfway, and immediately shouted in anger: "Who are you? Why are you so big or small? You dare to be arrogant in front of so many sects!"
Chapter completed!