Rising Xianxia World

Chapter 259
"Boom--"

The thunder flickered, and the smoke confused the arena.

"Cough-cough-"

Yan Beiming coughed up blood, his body was tattered, and he looked dispirited.

"Hehe, General Yan, if you hold on any longer, your body won't be able to take it anymore." Elder Hua said.

He enjoys the pleasure of abusing others, not to mention that the person in front of him is a great general who fights everywhere.

Hua Lao looked at Yan Beiming in front of him, and smiled cruelly. It was almost time to use this trick to kill him!
He had been instructed just now that he wanted to abolish the person in front of him. At their level, they would not care about the status of a small general. What they valued most was cultivation.

Yan Beiming looked at him, although he was seriously injured, his eyes were still unruly, exuding an unyielding will!

This is a trait developed over many years of fighting in the battlefield. If this kind of injury is placed on an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, I am afraid it will not be able to withstand it at all!

"Come on, this little injury is too naive to defeat this general!"

"Roar!"

Yan Beiming let out an angry roar, his body was filled with infinite fighting spirit, and behind him, there seemed to be layers of phantoms, like thousands of troops, and there were waves of fighting and roaring sounds!
"kill!"

Yan Beiming swung the long sword in his hand, and stabbed directly at Hua Lao who was in front of him.

This sword is not fancy at all, it is just an ordinary sword, but it makes people feel like they are on Mount Tai, as if all the surrounding space is blocked, and there is no way to avoid it!
Seeing Yan Beiming's sudden change of vigor, Mr. Hua also showed surprise on his face.

Immediately after feeling the stabbing sword, there was an unexpected trace of extreme fear in his eyes!

This sword contained an extreme killing intent. At this moment, he seemed to be facing 10,000+ soldiers who were not afraid of death. This kind of momentum made him a little breathless!

This murderous intent rushed straight into the sky, as if it was about to split the world, and it was so powerful that it directly suppressed his aura in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Only then did he recall a sentence that was described about Yan Beiming in the public: "Yan Beiming with a long sword!"

This kind of sword repair goes crazy, and it is really possible to fight across borders.

It's just that Mr. Hua is naturally not a vegetarian, and his overall strength has also been improved step by step.

He snorted coldly, and gray mist surged around his body, covering his whole body in an instant.

Around him, gray vortexes also emerged, and from the center of the vortex came the power of corrosion and destruction!

"boom!"

The next moment, Yan Beiming's long sword suddenly slashed on the gray vortex, violent and violent fluctuations of spiritual power swept out crazily!

Even though the arena was already protected by a special magic circle, there was still energy leaking out, and the surrounding crowd all exclaimed and took a few steps back involuntarily.

Above the arena, the wind was surging, and the violent spiritual power swept across the scene in the arena.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that the scene on the ring was gradually revealed.

On the ring, Hua Lao stood there with a gloomy face, his clothes were ragged, and there were countless scars on his chest.

What was even more shocking was that his right arm had disappeared at this time, and the blood was gurgling, covering the entire arena.

It is very rare for a cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul to be beaten so badly by a cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Chu Yunba sat under the stage, and when he saw this scene, his arrogant expression calmed down instantly, and he was faintly furious.

On the other side, Yan Beiming staggered, his body was filled with gray air, and his expression was sluggish, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

On his body, he could even sense only a faint trace of spiritual power, which was a sign of serious overdraft, and could easily hurt the root.

At this time, Yan Beiming hadn't completely fainted yet, it was because of his astonishing willpower.

Hua Lao looked at Yan Beiming, clenched his fist in his left hand, his veins were exposed in an instant, and said viciously, "Death!"

He has been in the Nascent Soul Stage for hundreds of years, and few people can hurt him, let alone a Nascent Soul Stage with a lower realm than him.

But don't look at him being quite embarrassed at this time, in fact, it's just a skin trauma, not the root at all.

He was angry that he was beaten so badly by a Nascent Soul in the public eye, especially in front of the Third Prince.

Gray energy surged all over his body, and there seemed to be granulation growing at the place where the arm was broken. After a while of rolling, an arm grew again.

The ascetics who had never seen such a scene below all exclaimed in surprise, with an eye-opening look.

Mr. Hua didn't make any waves at all. These are small tricks. Even if he grows a new arm, it's just a better trick. It's already a thousand miles away from the previous arm.

If you want to re-cultivate and return to the original state, it will be impossible without decades.

Of course, he had already discovered that the attack just now had exhausted all his spiritual power, and even exhausted his mental power. It was a miracle that he didn't faint at this time.

At this moment, the person in front of him was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he had ten thousand ways to torture him to death!
Even if Yan Beiming wanted to abstain now, he would not let him do so.

Ninth Piaoling looked nervously at the arena, and naturally saw Yan Beiming's situation clearly, and couldn't help but secretly worried.

Elder Hua didn't want to waste any more time, so he raised his hand, ready to deal Yan Beiming a fatal blow.

Although it is not enough to be a killer, it is still possible to let him infiltrate mortals for the rest of his life and suffer torture that is worse than death.

Ninth Piaoling saw that the sinister man was about to attack, and couldn't bear it any longer, stood up abruptly, and said, "Stop beating, we abstain!"

Elder Hua turned his head, looked gloomyly at Ninth Piaoling under the stage, and said, "Your Highness Ninth, this is not in compliance with the rules. The king of Chu made this competition very clear. If you want to end it, unless the opponent voluntarily abstains or Substitute for the next game, and others have no right to interfere."

He has already thoroughly understood the rules of the competition, and he is not afraid of being disturbed by others at this time.

As for Yan Beiming, he was secretly suppressing him at this time, and he couldn't speak at all!
"Uncle Yan, that's enough, quickly abstain." Jiu Piaoling said anxiously.

However, at this moment, Yan Beiming was like a marionette on a string, staggering, as if he had lost consciousness.

Mr. Hua looked at Yan Beiming with a sneer, raised his hand, and suddenly streaks of gray mist appeared in the air. The mist turned over and turned into poisonous snakes, and slid towards Yan Beiming!
"Uncle Yan!"

Ninth Piaoling's spiritual power surged all over her body, and she was about to make a move. She couldn't just watch the elder who took care of him since childhood be deposed.

However, at this moment, Chu Yunba looked at her, his spiritual power also surged, and he sneered: "Jiumei, you know what the consequences of your actions are, not to mention, you are a small golden core, Can you stop a Nascent Soul mid-stage attack?"

When Ninth Piaoling heard this, her body shook, her fists were clenched violently, and her eyes turned red.

Is there really no way?
I saw little gray snakes opening their mouths wide and biting Yan Beiming from all directions. The next moment, they seemed to tear him to pieces.

However, at this moment, when the little gray snakes were a few feet away from Yan Beiming, they shattered and turned into powder!
With the strong wind, a figure arrived on the ring in the blink of an eye, stood in front of Yan Beiming, looked at Hua Lao and said: "That's it."

Ninth Piaoling slowly raised her head, and looked towards the arena suspiciously. At this time, who else would dare to go on stage so boldly?
However, when she saw the face of the visitor, her body trembled, and the person in front of her completely overlapped with the person she was thinking of.

For some reason, her tears couldn't stop streaming down, and she murmured: "Gu Qiubai..."

On the stage, Gu Qiubai also looked down, and naturally saw the figure of Jiu Piaoling, his eyes became softer than ever.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, but it was worth a thousand words.

(End of this chapter)