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Chapter 95 How could I, Xueyin, admit defeat!

"I remember when I was in Zui Mengxian, she and my two thugs didn't use magic. At that time, her spiritual power was suppressed."

During the discussion, there was a sound of ice shattering on the stage.

Xue Yin was pushed back by the mountain, and the ice sword in his hand and the ice sword at the elbow had been chopped into pieces by the mountain.

The origin power of the mountain is very thick, with the red flame sword in his hand, he cut off Xueyin's ice sword, and shook Xueyin away with his spiritual power.

A trace of blood flowed down the corner of Xueyin's mouth again, and she stretched out her hand to wipe it lightly. The faint blood stain, like a flower blooming at the corner of her mouth, was extremely beautiful.

"Frozen."

The cold voice fell, and a thick layer of ice formed on the ring again, giving off a slight chill.

Shanmei raised his eyebrows slightly, the ice layer was already freezing to himself, he clenched his fist and smashed it down...

There was a sound of shattering ice cubes.

The arena, which was originally frozen by Xueyin, cracked in a split second, and then turned into ice slag, returning to its original appearance.

However, without giving Xueyin a chance, Shan's powerful fist hit her again...

Xue Yin quickly started to deal with it.

The petite and weak embroidery fist is facing Shan's powerful fist...

"Crack-"

The sound of cracking bones spread from her fist to her arm.

"boom--"

Xue Yin's body was like a kite with a broken string, she was thrown out immediately, half kneeling on the edge of the ring, but she didn't fall.

At the same time as it fell, Xueyin only felt her arms go numb...

"Xue Yin."

"Owner."

Meng Zixi and Yan Cheng screamed and were about to run to the ring, but they were stopped by the two people next to them.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Shan looked down on Xueyin from such a high position, looking like a winner, "Admit defeat."

Xueyin slightly raised his head and glanced at the mountain, his silver eyes were so cold, he held his broken right arm with his left hand, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly...

That blood-stained smile, like a blooming lotus, pierced his eyes.

"Losing? Heh, how could I, Xueyin, admit defeat." The clear and pleasant voice carried a chill that pierced the heart.

After the words fell, he waved his ice fist and rushed towards the mountain.

Seeing Xue Yin holding his ice fist and rushing towards him unwilling to admit defeat, Shan stood still in the same place with an indifferent face, but once again condensed his energy into his fist, and said coldly, "Then I will Fight until you admit defeat."

Although Xueyin's ability is the strangest he has ever seen, and is currently the strongest in Lan, but in his eyes, she is still as weak as a bug, and he can crush her to death at any time.

"boom!"

Bingquan collided with Shan's fist again, and Xueyin was sent flying again, but she still landed on the edge of the ring, still half-kneeling.

She—not allowing herself to fall.

It seems that Shan really wants to beat Xueyin to admit defeat.

"Broken arms, how about admitting defeat?" The cold and heartless voice did not soften at all because the other party was a girl.

The blood flowed down the corner of Xueyin's mouth and fell onto the ring drop by drop, blooming dazzling blood flowers.

That's right, her arms were broken, and the bones were not only misplaced, but even shattered. The severe pain seemed to melt into the blood, seep into the bones, and spread all over the body...

It's just a broken arm, but it can be reborn anyway, so what if the broken arm is broken, it can still stand up anyway...

How could she, Xueyin, admit defeat because of the pain of a broken arm?

When everyone thought she was going to give up and admit defeat...

(End of this chapter)