Chapter 60: Strong Pressure
The great elder of the Seven Star Sect was very angry when he saw Su Ming's two faces.
It can be seen that Hai Dafu didn't say anything, so he didn't want to be embarrassed anymore and concentrated on watching the competition platform.
Next is the competition between that girl Yuxuan and Zhou Ziruo, which will definitely embarrass the Emperor Immortal Sect.
Yuxuan stood on the stage and looked at Zhou Ziruo. Seeing that she was only at the fourth level of Nascent Soul Stage, he immediately smiled.
"Miss Zhou, I, Yuxuan, have always had the good character of caring for women and cherishing jade. Even the fourth level of Nascent Soul is not my opponent. Why don't you just surrender? Even so, your Emperor Immortal Sect will still be in second place!"
He was persuasive and wanted to persuade Zhou Ziruo.
Zhou Ziruo didn't listen to this at all, picked up the sword at his waist and stood ready!
The man in front of him was the man who almost killed his nephew.
Although I don't know what's going on, there is something weird about this guy.
If you are not careful, nothing may happen.
Somewhere under the stage, a scorching gaze was scrutinizing Zhou Ziruo.
Zhou Ziruo felt uncomfortable all over. Looking at the source of the gaze, his whole body suddenly stiffened.
This guy shouldn't be a plug-in for Guixiudong, why isn't he leaving now?
Also, looking straight at myself now, what the hell is this?
Zhou Ziruo's limbs were slightly stiff, and Yu Xuan's eyes fell into Yu Xuan's eyes, thinking that she was afraid of what he said, and couldn't help but feel a little complacent.
"How about it? I'll give you time to think about it. If you know what's going on, you can admit defeat now, at least you won't have to lose your life!"
Zhou Ziruo didn't care, as if he didn't hear what Yuxuan said at all.
Su Ming, who was on the stage, quickly sensed something unusual about Zhou Ziruo. His eyes hurriedly glanced down the stage and immediately locked onto Ming Li.
What on earth did this guy say to his junior sister on stage?
He has never seen why the junior sister is so panicked now!
Su Ming was curious, but more worried.
In this case, it is not appropriate for her to deal with Yuxuan alone.
"Don't worry, Master, it's okay!"
Perhaps Su Ming's emotions infected Tao Mengmeng next to him.
Tao Mengmeng pulled Su Ming's sleeve to comfort him.
On the test stand.
Yuxuan couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw that Zhou Ziruo was absent-minded and didn't listen to him at all.
"I'm giving you a chance. Since you don't want to, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
As he finished speaking, the corner of his mouth curled up in a sinister arc.
I saw the handle of Yuxuan's sword raised upwards, and countless sword rain condensed in mid-air, like a dense rain curtain.
"Shua..."
Before Zhou Ziruo had time to react, Yuxuan had controlled all the sword rain to hit Zhou Ziruo's side.
Perhaps out of the instinctive prediction of danger, Zhou Ziruo held the sword in front of her head, and an invisible barrier enveloped her.
"Pa bang bang..."
The dense rain of swords came down from above and touched the barrier, making a harsh and clear sound.
"Senior Brother Yuxuan is really fierce. He uses such a big move when he comes up! This time the Emperor Immortal Sect is finished!"
The disciples of the Seven Star Sect couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw such a grand occasion, and other people quickly agreed.
"Senior Brother Yuxuan is truly a well-deserved genius. Since Zhou Ziruo is still distracted under his nose this week, he simply doesn't know how to live or die!"
"The first place in this competition must belong to our Seven Star Sect!"
"Seven Star Sect!"
"Seven Star Sect!"
The disciples of the Seven Star Sect were greatly inspired, holding their swords high and shouting in unison.
The scene was so shocking that even the elders in the stands couldn't help crying.
This year's competition is really full of twists and turns, so what if an Emperor Immortal Sect emerges?
After all, they can't escape from the Seven Star Sect!
"Master Su, my disciple's hands are neither light nor heavy. I'd better quickly advise your disciple to give up the struggle and take the initiative to surrender. This can save one life. If Yuxuan is allowed to exert his strong power before, your The disciples may not be able to survive!”
The great elder of the Seven Star Sect turned to face Su Ming and offered him some kind words.
Su Ming, however, had a cold face and refused to pay attention, treating him as nothing.
The great elder of the Seven Star Sect was furious and shouted angrily, rolling his sleeves.
"I would like to remind you that if you still look like this, when your disciple is dead, you can cry on your own!"
Yuxuan on the stage really didn't expect that Zhou Ziruo, who was in a trance, could still resist his attack.
He did not dare to hesitate for a moment, seized the opportunity, and struck another palm strike with his right hand.
The palm strike was mixed with the rain of swords and hit the invisible barrier.
"Bang bang..."
There was a crisp cracking sound, and the barrier shattered.
Zhou Ziruo held a long sword in her hand, facing the rain of swords, and staggered back several steps.
This move completely woke Zhou Ziruo up.
I am still in the middle of a competition, and I cannot tolerate any distraction.
As soon as her thoughts changed, she pulled out the sword in her hand, ready to attack Yuxuan at any time.
"What's wrong? Come to your senses. You have missed the last chance I gave you to live. Just wait for death!"
Yuxuan did what he said, showing no mercy and launched continuous attacks.
Because of Zhou Ziruo's initial slackness, she gradually began to be unable to hold on any longer. She lowered her body downwards and resisted with difficulty.
When Yuxuan saw this, he couldn't help but feel proud.
"I asked you to beg for mercy a long time ago, but you insist on not asking for it. Now I will let you have a taste of how powerful our Seven Star Sect is!"
He directly took advantage of this opportunity and threw the long sword in his hand towards Zhou Ziruo.
The long sword drew an arc in the air and went straight to Zhou Ziruo's back.
The tip of the sword flashed a cold white light under the sunlight and moved forward at a high speed.
It was about to pierce Zhou Ziruo.
"Master, be careful!"
Xiao Yunyi couldn't help but exclaimed while standing in the audience.
Zhou Ziruo was also not vague. She barely moved her body and missed the long sword.
Even so, the sword still cut her arm, and the deep red blood seeped out from it, and instantly filled the whole arm.
The stinging pain from her arm made Zhou Ziruo gradually calm down.
Her silent eyes locked on Yuxuan, who was not far away in front of her with a ferocious face, and she tried to move her right hand to resist all the current attacks with the power of her left hand.
Yuxuan watched the scene in front of her with his pupils trembling.
I thought that in this situation, Zhou Ziruo would beg for mercy, or directly admit defeat, but I didn't expect that there was still room for struggle.
"Don't waste your energy. I haven't used my ultimate move yet. If that were the case, I'm afraid you wouldn't be here now!"
"That's not necessarily true... Our Emperor Immortal Sect is good at defeating the possible in the impossible!"
Zhou Ziruo gritted her teeth, and it was obvious that she was in great pain at this moment.
Even so, she persisted, and her right hand got the opportunity to move freely in this predicament.
She raised her hand and pinched the seal, and the spiritual power that had been distributed on the entire competition field instantly became chaotic.
The attacks that were originally accumulated on Zhou Ziruo's side were also reduced unnoticed by her operation.