C219 (1/2)

Suddenly, a fiery red plum blossom, like a sword that had left the bowstring, rushed over. It was cold and deadly, hitting the sword head on and causing the sword to deviate slightly from its trajectory.

A numbing pain came from his fingertips. Suddenly, the hand holding the sword became weak and the sharp sword flew out. 'Clang!' It hit the pillar on the stage and broke it into two pieces.

This sudden change of events caught everyone off guard, and they were shocked and terrified. They all looked around the martial arena, but still couldn't pick up any clues.

He couldn't help but feel curious.

At that time, a faintly discernible fragrance came from the air as fiery plum blossoms scattered down from the sky. They were like a sky full of rain as they fluttered in the air, causing everyone to be dazzled.

”Disciple Emei, please let us go this time. It's just a competition, why do you need to be so serious?”

Her voice was as melodious and melodious as an oriole, but it carried a trace of unquestionable dominance.

The crowd looked towards the source of the sound and saw a woman dressed in a snowy robe slowly flying over from the sky. As the petals of the red plum blossom fell, she slowly stood on the stage.

The woman wore a snow-white veil, and a bewitching red plum blossomed in the wind between her eyebrows. Her hair was tied into a bun, and only a white jade hairpin with plum blossoms was stuck in it. Although it was simple, it appeared elegant and refined, noble and cold, peerless and unparalleled in its generation.

The gazes of the crowd all followed the descending beauty of the heavens, not shifting from one moment to the next.

Dongfang Chen and the others who were seated far away were also deeply captivated by the attention of the crowd.

Jun Mohan, who was seated at the side, remained calm. He did not arouse any ripples, but his hands could not help but tremble.

”Who are you?” You must know about life or death in the arena, right? Could it be that you want to break the rules set by our ancestors over the past 100 years? ”

With an extremely unsightly expression, Rong Xu clenched his trembling and aching hands. Fear could be seen in his shocked eyes as he mustered up his courage to ask.

In the arena, the martial artist's life and death was decided with a single sword strike. No one dared to interfere.

The white-clothed woman's actions had just made this taboo, and it was Wu Lin's shame.

These words also voiced everyone's doubts. They all looked at the girl, waiting for her reply.

”Is that so? Today, I am going to break these hundred years of rules. I am going to save this person. ”

The red lips under the white gauze moved a few times as she spoke with a haughty and domineering tone. Her entire body was cold as she coldly glanced at the large martial arena.

The moment he said this, the crowd immediately went into an uproar. Their eyes were filled with shock as they stared in disbelief at the woman in the arena who seemed like a celestial goddess that had descended from the heavens.

It was as if he felt that she was daydreaming.

”Insolent witch, if you dare to spout such arrogant words, I will properly teach you the rules of the martial arts world!”

As soon as she finished her sentence, she suddenly flew into the air and waved her hand towards the crowd. A shiny sword appeared in her hand and she stabbed at the woman in white without any hesitation.

The corner of the woman in white's lips curled up slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her eyes. However, there was a boundless coldness hidden in her eyes, causing people to shudder.

The cold Sword Qi assaulted her face, cutting off a few strands of her hair that fluttered in the wind. Even the pure white veil on her face almost fell off, causing the girl to hurriedly take a few steps back.

Yong Xu was ecstatic, his eyes were fierce as he held up the sharp sword and thrusted it towards the white clothed female's throat.

In the blink of an eye, the wind began to blow and dense dark clouds filled the air. The dust and sand in the air started to swirl up and surround the entire arena, forming a gigantic sandball that blocked everything in the arena.

”Ah …”

A wretched woman's scream pierced through the martial arena, followed by a black shadow flying out of the sand ball. With a 'bang', the shadow smashed into the foot of Grand Tutor Emei, who was standing next to her.

The Emei disciples were startled and quickly moved Zhuang Yun behind them to protect him. They all drew their swords and stood up, pointing at the motionless shadow on the ground with eyes full of vigilance.

Once again, the fighting arena fell into a deathly silence, as if only their own heartbeat could be heard.

After a long while, the huge sand ball slowly dispersed with the wind, revealing a tall and straight white figure.

The woman was still wearing her white veil, her spotless white clothes, and her eyes that were as clear as autumn water. She looked very elegant, and there was an irresistible sadness in her eyes.

Compared to the woman who shamelessly said that she would change the rules set by Wu Lin a hundred years ago, she was like a completely different person.

”Junior Sister …”

The weeping voice pulled everyone back from their thoughts, and only then could they see that the woman who was on her last breath on the ground was Zhuang Yun's most beloved disciple — Praise Xu.

At this moment, Suo Xu's face was covered in dust. Her entire body was covered in mud and sand, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. Her entire body was lying in a pool of blood.

”Xiao'er …”

Zhuang Yun squatted beside Yong Xu with a slightly serious expression on his face, carefully taking her pulse.

”Impossible …” ”Impossible …”