Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 81 Why Don't You Shout Pain

Fuling doesn't know the actual strength of Lian Yuyao.But it will definitely be far above her.

But so what, she is already prepared to be covered in bruises, as long as she doesn't die in Lian Yuyao's hands, she will win.

Immortal Yinyue said that he would return before the end of the Youth Conference.After the leader is determined in the competition of the group youth conference, there will be nearly ten days for various schools to communicate with each other. Counting the days, six days have passed since the last competition in the arena. As long as you persist for four more days, Master Yinyue will definitely return.

Before that, she is also good, all Zixiaozong disciples present must persevere!

"Xueche, look at the sword in her hand." Lian Yuyao pulled out Xueche deliberately, "It's just a mortal world without even spirituality, cut it off?"

Xueche didn't say a word, and he couldn't help but think of what Fuling had said to it before. When Fuling was fighting another sword cultivator, he didn't want it to cut off the opponent's sword, but let it fly.

Fu Ling is really a gentle child...a person completely different from its real owner.

"Aren't you soft-hearted again? If you don't listen to me, I'll kill that girl immediately. You'd better think about it, whether you listen to me or let that girl die." Lian Yuyao threatened.

"Don't kill her..." Xueche said with difficulty, trembling with his sword.

"It's ridiculous. You are just a sword, and she has already given up on you. What are you still thinking about her?" Lian Yuyao mocked.

Although Xueche said that she prepared the sword for Xuanwei's disciple, but this disciple must be a male disciple, and she never thought that Xuanwei would accept female disciples.

It should have stayed in Lingyan Peak instead of her, in a place close to Xuanwei.But it ended up following a little girl to Bishuitian, what a useless sword.

Hearing this, Xueche thought, this is the reason why it is chanting Poria cocos.

Fuling would never say such a thing. In Fuling's eyes, it is not just a sword, but a companion...

Xueche continued to remain silent, always talkative, and Fu Ling despised him for being noisy, but he hardly spoke in the past few days.

Fu Ling heard the conversation between Lian Yuyao and Xue Che, but she would not sympathize with Xue Che because of it. It is different now. Xue Che has nothing to do with her. Who will this sword fall into? Now, it has nothing to do with her.

"Little girl, you have just stepped into the cultivation base of foundation building, but you can't exert Xueche's power. Today, I will let you experience the real power of Xueche!" Lian Yuyao swung down the sword, and the snow-white sword light Then he swept towards Poria.

Fu Ling used her sword to block it, just as she blocked it, Lian Yuyao had already stepped forward quickly, and Xue Che directly collided with the sword in her hand.

Fuling's spiritual power was inferior to that of Lian Yuyao, and this time Xueche did not flinch, the sword in her hand was under Xueche's pressure, and a gap appeared on the blade.

"Sorry for letting you be in the hands of a weak sword repairer like me." Fu Ling apologized softly to the sword in her hand.

Letting such an ordinary sword face Xueche, and her own cultivation is not as good as that of Lian Yuyao, the sword will definitely be damaged, and she can't protect it well.

Fu Ling didn't dare to fight with Lian Yuyao for too long, and tried her best to avoid the sword in her hand colliding directly with Xueche, but even so, the sword soon became full of cracks.

Although Lian Yuyao's words were harsh, she was right. Xueche was far more powerful in Lian Yuyao's hands than in hers. When she held Xueche, she couldn't let Xueche so sharp.

"Xue Che, cut it off!" Lian Yuyao didn't have much patience, and Fu Ling would dodge each other. Fu Ling was afraid that the sword in her hand would be damaged, so she always deliberately avoided confrontation with her. how long.

She held Xueche and slashed directly at Fu Ling's face, and sealed Fu Ling's surroundings with spiritual power, trapping Fu Ling in place.

Fu Ling couldn't help it, so she had no choice but to use the sword path in her hand to make this move directly.

"Clang—" a crisp sound sounded.

When the two swords met, Xueche cut a big hole in her sword in an instant.

Lian Yuyao held Xue Che and continued to press down, not giving Fu Ling a chance to withdraw her sword.

Fu Ling watched helplessly as the sword in her hand was cut in half little by little, until only half was left in her hand.

The period of stalemate was not too long, but in Fu Ling's eyes, it was extremely long, long and tormented.

She wished that the sword could hold on and not be cut off by Xueche, but unfortunately in the end she couldn't hold on and broke easily.

It hasn't been too long since she got this sword, and when Master Ling Xu gave it to her, he also told her that it was just a mortal sword for temporary use.

But seeing it snapped in front of her eyes, even if it was a temporary sword, made her very uncomfortable.

What kind of mood should the senior brother feel at the moment when he saw the Liufeng sword broken?

At this moment, the senior brother is just like her, fighting with an ordinary sword. The senior brother has not fallen yet, and she can't back down just because the sword is broken.

Fu Ling clumsily resisted Lian Yuyao's successive attacks with her spiritual power, but was easily defeated by Lian Yuyao one after another.

Xueche pierced her shoulder, her waist, and scratched her face.

Seeing her in a mess, especially Fu Ling, whose face was also stained, Lian Yuyao finally showed a smug smile.

"You Zixiao Zongsu Wenfeng's medical skills are excellent, there is no one who can heal the wound on your face, I will give you some medicine first." Lian Yuyao scratched the wound on Fu Ling's face.

Some kind of medicine seeped into the wound, and Fu Ling frowned slightly due to the pain.

"Little girl, as a woman, how can you become a sword cultivator under Xuanwei's sect. It's all right now, ruin your face, and you will be no different from a man in the future, and no one will treat you as a woman again." Lian Yu While Yao was speaking, she swung her palm down and directly lifted Poria into the air.

Fu Ling was covered with wounds and hit the ground again. The pain was really severe, but she didn't say a word.

"Why don't you cry out for pain and don't beg for mercy?" Lian Yuyao threw Fuling away several times, only to find that the little girl clenched her teeth tightly and never cried out for pain.

Hearing this, Fu Ling raised her head and only glanced at Lian Yuyao indifferently, but remained silent.

It's okay to get hurt, she's used to being hurt, and she's a little scared that the wound on her face won't heal, but none of these things are important.

She wants to live and wait for Master Yinyue to come!

"Fu Ling, when will you stop dragging yourself into such a dangerous situation..." The system's sigh sounded in Fu Ling's ear.

This time, it wanted to watch on the sidelines no matter what, and not intervene at will, lest the plot develop in a strange direction again.

But Poria is too ruthless, it can't stand it just by looking at it.

"I don't want to either...but what else can I do..."

"Forget it, Yinyue will come when the moon is hollow tonight, if you persist, it won't be long." The system couldn't help it, and gave Fuling another spoiler.

Fu Ling, who waited so hard for Yin Yue to come, wanted to give her some hope.

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