Chapter 1283: How Strong Is It?

"what…"

The woman in red exclaimed and stepped back.

That cold white sword glow instantly shattered her Charming Butterfly Fan and Diefeng.

If she hadn't reacted quickly and stepped back quickly, the sword light just now would have split her apart.

"How is that possible." The woman in red looked at Xiao Yi with a horrified expression after she stood firm.

"Under the wrapping of my Charming Butterfly Powder, you can't even hold the sword firmly."

"Also, you should have been festering under the Charm Poison by now, how could it be..."

Before the words were finished, the woman in red was stunned for a moment.

On Xiao Yi's arm, the burn marks and scars that originally appeared disappeared instantly.

Those Charming Butterfly Fans just now really hurt him.

But the degree is not too high.

He deliberately did not do anything, because he wanted to see the methods of the Charming Demon Butterfly.

But it was obvious that the woman in front of her did not completely control the Charming Demon Butterfly Martial Spirit, and she could not use this Martial Spirit's means 100%.

As far as the toxicity of those Charming Butterfly Fans is concerned, it's really good, but it lacks stamina.

With this ability, it's okay to deal with ordinary warriors of the same realm.

If you encounter a pharmacist of the same realm, and he is the kind with good methods, this toxicity can almost be ignored.

Unless the toxicity has accumulated to a very high level, such as Qin Yi's injury before.

Chong…

At this moment, a crisp sword sound rang out.

Xiao Yi's sword was already moving.

"Not good." The red-clothed woman's face changed, her pink wings trembled, and she quickly flashed past.

At the moment when she flashed, a terrifying sword light fell out of thin air.

Boom... A huge roar sounded.

The entire competition platform was filled with dust in an instant.

When the dust fell, a huge sword mark appeared on the competition stage, extremely terrifying.

This competition stage, which even Tang Qianliu exerted his martial skills with all his strength, was still unable to damage a single bit, but now it was broken open by a sword.

"It's so strong." Some disciples couldn't even believe their eyes in the surrounding audience.

"This guy." Linghu Wang and the other chiefs narrowed their eyes, showing war intent.

On the competition stage, the woman in red looked at the huge sword mark on the ground with a look of horror on her face.

It is not difficult for her to imagine that if she hadn't escaped just now, she would have been split into powder under the sword glow.

"You want to kill me?" After the woman in red reacted, her face turned cold.

"Do you know who I am?..."

The woman in red has not finished speaking.

Xiao Yi's figure has disappeared.

Before the person appeared, a monstrous sword intent had descended.

The woman in red was about to vibrate the pink wings on the Martial Soul phantom, but found herself unable to move.

That shocking sword intent had bound her.

"Not good." The red-clothed woman's expression changed.

A cold white ray of light had already slashed towards her.

Chong…

Just at this moment, a dark light flashed past, blocking the top of the red-clothed woman's head.

It was a dark long stick, surprisingly thick, blocking Xiao Yi's sword.

"The referee?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

Yes, it was one of the three referees who shot.

"Don't worry about losing to you, just admit defeat, why kill." The deacon holding a long black stick frowned.

Xiao Yi's face was indifferent, "Just now when she was going to kill my disciple of Heiyun Xuejiao, she didn't see the three referees take action."

"I think about it, after all, I didn't kill it." The referee deacon said solemnly.

"Mo worry, admit defeat." The referee deacon glanced at the woman in red behind him.

The woman in red nodded and opened her mouth, but she froze in place with panic on her face.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

A monstrous sword intent had already suppressed her.

Don't talk about moving, you can't even talk.

"Since she refuses to admit defeat, she intends to continue the fight." Xiao Yi sneered.

"You..." The referee and deacon's face sank, and he naturally knew that Mo You was suppressed by the sword intent around him.

The red-clothed woman's face changed greatly, but she was helpless.

"Get out of the way." Xiao Yi snorted coldly.

The Leng Yan sword in his hand slashed, instantly shaking the referee and deacon in front of him.

"Xiao Yi, no..." The referee deacon exclaimed.

However, Xiao Yi's sword had already slashed at the woman in red.

Boom... a bang.

The terrifying sword glow directly blasted the red-clothed woman into the air.

"Pfft." When the red-clothed woman was blasted off the competition stage, blood spurted out and her face was extremely pale.

On the lower abdomen, a ferocious sword mark gurgled with blood.

"Don't worry." The referee and deacon dodged, and instantly came to the woman in red and supported the woman in red.

Obviously, he is one of the three referees, but he is also the deacon of Tian Diefeng.

"Xiao Yi little thief, wait for me." The red-clothed woman's pale face was full of anger, her silver teeth clenched tightly.

On the competition stage, Xiao Yi turned a deaf ear, and after the referee announced the winner, he turned around and stepped down.

However, the malicious gaze behind him became more intense.

The gaze, naturally, came from the woman in red.

"Wait for me, I need you to pay it back a hundredfold..." The woman in red gritted her teeth.

"Shut up." The deacon on the side interrupted in a deep voice, looking directly at the back of Xiao Yi's departure with his old eyes.

"He left."

"If he really wants to kill you, I'm afraid the three of us won't be able to stop it."

"Keep your hands?" The woman in red narrowed her eyes.

"Well." The deacon nodded, "This child is very strong."

"How strong?" The woman in red sneered.

The deacon's face was extremely solemn, "In that sword just now, he didn't even show 10% of his strength."

As the referee deacon said this, his arm suddenly trembled.

Under the sleeve robe, the hand holding the stick just now, a trace of blood flowed out from the palm.

"Hmph." The woman in red snorted coldly, "Strong? It's just a joke."

"I will make him regret hurting me today."

A touch of resentment emerged on the beautiful face of the woman.

...

On the other side, Xiao Yi had already stepped down and returned to his teaching seat.

"Great." Qin Yi and Tong Ye said at the same time.

The eyes they looked at Xiao Yi had already changed.

"I thought I could fight you before."

"Now it seems that you have already far surpassed us."

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled lightly, "If you want to fight, you can do it at any time, just learn from each other."

After all, Xiao Yi closed his eyes and fell asleep as always.

In fact, from the very beginning, in this first round of elimination, there were not many competitions that could make him want to watch.

The competition on the competition platform is still going on.

Comparing to the previous one, not much has changed.

The strong will still win easily; the weak will only be defeated.

The only variables that exist are those disciples who were extremely unlucky in the first match, but they were clearly strong but met opponents that were far stronger than themselves.

Tang Qianliu is one of them.

Today, Tang Qianliu is in power, and his opponent is a Lichi from the Wuchi Academy.

Apart from the chief of the five major palaces and a few peerless talents, even the elite disciples of the five major palaces would never be his opponents.

The battle only lasted for a few minutes, and the outcome was already decided.

Tang Qianliu slashed with a sword, and Qiandao Chuanliu instantly slammed the Lichi disciple off the competition stage.

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