Xia Yu looked at the two sides in a confused look on his face.

"Wow, it's actually a mortal! There are still mortals in your Binglan Sword Sect. Is it still necessary to compete in this game?" One of the five people shouted sarcastically.

"This person is not a disciple of Binglan Sword Sect... You should choose another person as your opponent again." Lan Xi seemed a little troubled to speak, and even stopped for a while.

"According to your and my previous agreement, the winner has the right to choose an opponent for his next game. I defeated you and could freely decide the opponent in the next game. Since this person was selected by me with the heavenly choice talisman, there is naturally no reason to change it." Chen Peng refused.

"We admit defeat in this game." Lan Xi gritted her teeth and made an extremely difficult decision.

"Senior sister, you can't admit defeat. We have already lost one game. If we lose this game, we will never have a way out!" The disciples behind us shouted after hearing this.

"What can I do if I don't admit defeat? How can I compete with mortals and cultivators? If this competition fails, I will bear all the responsibility alone." Lan Xi said in an unquestionable tone.

Letting Xia Yu, who is powerless to tie a chicken, fight against the cultivator is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. Although the face of Binglan Sword Sect is important, Lan Xi does not want Xia Yu to encounter an accident due to her negligence.

"I don't retreat without fighting in my dictionary. Who dares to be my opponent?" Xia Yu's voice was not loud, but he was extremely firm.

Since it is to hone your soul, then take the challenge in front of you as an opportunity! What's more, Xia Yu also has the killer weapon of the energy gun!

"Xia...Xia Yu... You retreat quickly. This is not a joke. If you don't do it, you will die..." Lan Xi said anxiously, but because of being too anxious, a stream of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.

"How can you know if you don't try?" Xia Yu said to Lan Xi and said to himself. He waved his fist, stepped forward, pointed at the five people in front and shouted: "Who are you going to be my opponent?"

"Senior Brother Chen, I'll teach this ignorant boy!" The disciple of the Jinding Sect who had just made a sound of mocking narrowed his eyes slightly to ask for a fight.

"Junior Brother Lin, don't underestimate the enemy, fight quickly." Chen Peng said indifferently. Junior Brother Lin's strength is the weakest among the five, but there is no problem in dealing with a mortal.

"Haha, Senior Brother Chen, you are too careful. I want this arrogant mortal to pay the price!" Junior Brother Lin came to Xia Yu and said.

"Can you start?" Xia Yu asked.

"Boy, you really don't know how high the world is. Seeing that I won't hit you, you're all over the ground!" Junior Brother Lin suddenly rushed forward, and instantly kicked Xia Yu in the chest with a series of afterimages.

Cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Stage have little different combat methods from ordinary people. They can only rely on their own magic power and magic weapons with simple functions, but their speed is faster and stronger. At least Xia Yu's speed and strength are completely incomparable to cultivators.

Junior Brother Lin's figure was as fast as lightning, and Xia Yu felt a flash in front of him and was hit.

In an instant, Xia Yu felt like he was hit by a train. With the sound of his sternum shattering, he was knocked out, and a stream of blood was sprayed out of his mouth, dyeing the ground a large area red.

"Boy, keep calling. Aren't you very arrogant just now?" Senior Brother Lin smiled grimly and completely relaxed his vigilance. The person in front of him was indeed an absolute mortal.

Xia Yu's body slammed heavily on the ground, and then his arms moved to support him and stood up, but he was unable to exert his strength due to the severe pain in his chest. At this moment, he was like a young bird with broken wings, struggling on the ground with all his might. Blood flowed out along Xia Yu's mouth and nose, dyeing his clothes red and moistening the ground.

Junior Brother Lin sneered and said, "A mortal, dares to offend the cultivator, you are so tired of living!" As he said that, he deliberately stepped on the ground and walked towards Xia Yu. His heavy steps were like a death knives of death, beating in Xia Yu's heart over and over again.

Xia Yu tried hard to stand up countless times, but could not do it at all. As soon as his body moved, blood from his mouth and nose would flow out faster.

Junior Brother Lin finally came to Xia Yu. He raised one foot and stepped on Xia Yu's broken chest, smiled coldly, and stepped on Xia Yu's body little by little. In the huge pain, Xia Yu finally couldn't hold on and fainted.

"Disia? It's not that easy to let you go. This heart-refining pill will make your soul feel a needle-like pain, but it can keep you awake all the time. But it's a good thing..." Junior Brother Lin gave Xia Yu a pill with magic power, allowing him to regain consciousness, and then raised his foot to step on Xia Yu's right arm, exerting force little by little until the bones could not bear the huge force and shattered...

During this process, the other four people from the Golden Ding Sect were very calm. In their eyes, mortals like Xia Yu were just like ants. However, some disciples of the Binglan Sword Sect couldn't bear to look at them.

"Enough, Shen Peng, let's admit defeat!" Lan Xi couldn't stand it anymore and shouted regardless of his injuries.

Xia Yu suddenly shakingly raised his left arm and spit out a word with difficulty and clarity: "No..."

The word "no" echoed in front of the quiet mountain gate of Binglan Sword Sect. The disciples of Binglan Sword Sect who were originally full of hatred for Xia Yu could no longer have any resentment, and some of them could not bear to look at Xia Yu.

"Your will is admirable. Since that's the case, I will destroy your will!" Junior Brother Lin shouted coldly, aimed his sole at Xia Yu's right leg, and then exerted a little bit of force, and the slight sound of bone shattering was like a deafening wave in the ears of the disciples of the Binglan Sword Sect, echoing for a long time!

"Can you still stand up?" Junior Brother Lin stood in front of Xia Yu with a sarcastic look, stepping on Xia Yu's intact left leg with one foot, "As long as you beg for mercy, I will spare you."

"Dream..." Xia Yu's words were difficult but clear.

"Crack...Crack..." Junior Brother Lin's face was cold and he ruthlessly stomped Xia Yu's left leg.

The place where Xia Yu was lying was completely stained with blood and everything in front of him gradually blurred. Deep fatigue came from all directions. He was too tired and wanted to close his eyes just now.

The cultivator is really too powerful...Is he going to die?

No, I can't die, and the family on Earth cannot be abandoned even if they die, and they must not die easily like this! Xia Yu's eyes suddenly widened, and his originally blurred vision suddenly became clear. He looked at Junior Brother Lin's face with a cruel smile, and reached out to hold the energy gun.

Junior Brother Lin, with a ferocious expression, was getting closer and closer, while Xia Yu was waiting for the opportunity because he only had one chance!

Once the cultivator is prepared for the existence of the energy gun, it will be difficult to work.
Chapter completed!