Xiao Jinyan was still nervous at first, fearing that people around him would believe Feng Xingtong's words, but now that he heard these words, he suddenly became less nervous.
"Ha! I think you are just looking for trouble. For the sake of my innocence, I accept your challenge." A vicious killing intent flashed in Xiao Jinyan's eyes, "But if you challenge me inexplicably, I have to impose conditions."
"Say it." Feng Xingtong snorted coldly, the fish had already taken the bait.
"No matter what the outcome of this competition is, the elders are not allowed to cause trouble for the other party in the future, okay?" What Xiao Jinyan fears most is that Marquis Pingyang will cause trouble afterwards.
Feng Xingtong folded her hands on her chest and said, "Then I will also make a condition. Whoever is alive will be considered the winner!"
This means that one of the two must die.
Xiao Jinyan frowned, wondering how Feng Xingtong, a loser, dared to propose such a condition. He still seemed to have no cultivation, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation in his body.
How could Feng Xingtong have such a life-and-death expression on her face? Does he have any powerful spiritual weapon?
Xiao Jinyan felt that his guess was correct and said quickly: "We can only use swords, not other spiritual weapons."
"Okay, let's go." Feng Xingtong's hands were itching so much that she couldn't wait to beat him to death.
Xiao Jinyan breathed a sigh of relief. He was now a six-star spiritual person who could see that Feng Xingtong had no cultivation level.
After all, Feng Xingtong couldn't even draw Qi into his body for eighteen years, and he definitely still has no cultivation.
Soon, the two came to the largest competition arena in the city.
Feng Xingtong looked at Xiao Jinyan's strength as a six-star spiritist across from him, and suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to smile.
The cultivation levels in Phantom Continent are divided into: Spirit Master, Red Spirit Master, Orange Spirit Master, Yellow Spirit Master, Green Spirit Master, Green Spirit Master, Blue Spirit Master, Purple Spirit Master, Silver Spirit Master, and Gold Spirit Master. Each realm has one to nine stars that need to be advanced. Only those who reach the nine-star spirit can break through and become a red spirit master.
She was now a one-star red spirit master, and it was easy to beat Xiao Jinyan to death.
But because her spiritual roots are all spiritual roots, she can hide her cultivation. As long as she doesn't show it deliberately, even if the Golden Spirit Master comes, he won't be able to tell that she has cultivation.
Xiao Jinyan had someone prepare a life and death certificate and signed his name, "Feng Xingtong, come here and write your name and press your fingerprints."
You have to keep this thing, even if he beats Feng Xingtong to death, Pingyang Marquis will not dare to do anything to him.
Feng Xingtong wrote her name neatly, with three big characters: dragon flying and phoenix dancing, so vigorous and powerful that it penetrated the back of the paper.
After pressing the fingerprint, she smiled evilly at Xiao Jinyan.
Xiao Jinyan was so laughed that her spine went cold, and she always felt that something was about to happen.
The crowd of onlookers, from three floors to the outside, were all watching Feng Xingtong's joke. After all, she was a well-known waste with no spiritual roots.
Xiao Jinyan held a long sword in his hand and sneered: "Where is your sword?"
Feng Xingtong shook the folding fan in her hand: "To deal with you, a paper fan is enough."
"Pfft." The crowd of onlookers laughed one after another.
Xiao Jinyan narrowed his eyes, gripped the hilt of his sword and charged towards Feng Xingtong: "You loser!"
Feng Xingtong closed the folding fan and moved her feet slightly. The moment she dodged the sword, the fan bone knocked on Xiao Jinyan's wrist.
Xiao Jinyan only felt his hand go numb, and then he tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, turned his wrist and drew it towards Feng Xingtong's neck.
Feng Xingtong bent her waist back, and the sword blade passed across the tip of her nose. She raised her toes and kicked Xiao Jinyan hard in the crotch.
"Ah!" Xiao Jinyan's face instantly turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with his legs crossed.
"Eh-" The men watching immediately tightened their legs and sweated for Xiao Jinyan.
Feng Xingtong's steps were mysterious, and the folding fan in her hand hit Xiao Jinyan on the head like a huge force, hitting him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.
"Feng Xingtong! You are despicable!"
Feng Xingtong kicked the man to the ground, and tapped Xiao Jinyan's body a few times with the folding fan in his hand, sealing the veins that circulated his spiritual power.
Xiao Jinyan tried to resist, but found that he could not use spiritual power. He was now an ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken.
"Feng Xingtong! What did you do to me!"
Feng Xingtong laughed coldly: "You'll know soon!"
The folding fan in her hand seemed to have been cut with a blade, and it cut across Xiao Jinyan's body. In an instant, her clothes were torn, and a wound appeared on Xiao Jinyan's chest.
"ah--"
"Your fan is a spiritual weapon! You are despicable!"
Feng Xingtong threw the fan into Xiao Jinyan's face: "See for yourself if this is a spiritual weapon."
Xiao Jinyan reluctantly opened the fan to check, but he tore the folding fan with just one force of his hand.
This is an ordinary folding fan that cannot be more ordinary.
Feng Xingtong picked up Xiao Jinyan's long sword and weighed it in her hand: "Then I can use your sword, right?"
"That's my sword! Put it down!"
"It's just a sword, no one uses it."
There was a flash of blood in Feng Xingtong's eyes, and there was a bloodthirsty smile on her charming face.
The sword flower flickered, and strands of cold light fell on Xiao Jinyan's body.
Xiao Jinyan's screams became louder and louder each time, and each time they screamed more horribly.
The sword technique that was as fast as an afterimage stopped, and Feng Xingtong stared at Xiao Jinyan's upper body with madness in his eyes.
Blood always makes her more excited.
Xiao Jinyan's body was covered with sword marks that were as deep as the bones. His skin and flesh were turned outwards, and blood was flowing out. He lay on the ground like a bloody man, with a small pool of blood gathering under his body.
He glared at Feng Xingtong: "You... you are not Feng Xingtong!"
Feng Xingtong is not that fast!
The real Feng Xingtong must be dead, this one is pretended by someone else!
Feng Xingtong, who was tall and tall, stood beside him holding a sword, looking at him condescendingly, and said as if he were looking at garbage: "You are a waste, and you still want to throw dirty water on me?"
"No! You are not Feng Xingtong! Feng Xingtong is dead!" Xiao Jinyan shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Oh? Are you so sure I'm dead?" Feng Xingtong had a playful smile on her lips and leaned closer to Xiao Jinyan. The red light in her eyes flashed away, "Then how did I die? Tell me. Listen."
She used the blood pupil's guiding pupil technique to stimulate the other party to express their true thoughts.
"I dug out Feng Xingtong's Dantian with my own hands! All the bones in his body were broken! I also threw him into the Demonic Abyss. How could he still be alive! He is definitely dead!" Xiao Jinyan seemed to say Like a madman, shouting wildly.
The crowd of onlookers sighed, and looked at Feng Xingtong with some sympathy.
"I didn't expect that the prince's pubic area would be dug out by Xiao Jinyan. It's so cruel!"
"The prince cannot cultivate in the first place, and Xiao Jinyan wants to dig out his Dantian. The prince is really pitiful."
"The monsters and beasts in the abyss are rampant. If the prince can come back alive, is it possible that he was saved by an expert?"
"It's possible. Maybe an expert taught him how to use swordsmanship. You see, although he has no training, his sword moves are very fast. I'm dazzled by it!"
Amidst everyone's discussion, Xiao Jinyan finally realized what he had just said. His pupils shrank suddenly and he shook his head desperately: "No! I was just talking nonsense! I never did it!"
Feng Xingtong stepped on Xiao Jinyan's chest and said coldly: "I will not miss anything you did to me today, and I will get it all back."
The tip of the sword was pressed against Xiao Jinyan's face, cutting his skin very slowly.
Xiao Jinyan didn't dare to move, for fear that the sword would strike somewhere else.
There was a smile on Feng Xingtong's lips, and the tip of the sword flexibly painted on Xiao Jinyan's face.
"Yes, my painting skills have improved again."
Everyone took a closer look and saw a bloody bastard painted on Xiao Jinyan's face.
The crowd around him burst into laughter.
"Bastard! Hahaha!"
"The painting looks so similar!"
"You are indeed a bastard for doing such a cruel thing!"
"Feng Xingtong! You have to die!" Xiao Jinyan felt extremely humiliated, but he only had one mouth left to move, and his hand tendons and hamstrings were severed.
Feng Xingtong sighed faintly: "Hey~ Even though I have made a decision about life and death, I still have to finish what I need to do. Next..."
"But it's your Dantian. Let me see what your golden spiritual root looks like."
Xiao Jinyan was so anxious that he cried: "No! Don't dig up my spiritual roots!"
"Why are you crying? Did I cry when you dug out my Dantian?"
"I was wrong! Feng Xingtong! I really know I was wrong! Don't dig up my spiritual roots! Grandpa! You are my grandpa! I beg you!"
"Xiao Jinyan! Who are you calling grandpa!" came an angry shout.
The crowd of onlookers looked at it and said in surprise: "It's the Xiao family master who is here!"
When Xiao Jinyan heard his grandfather's voice, he cried anxiously like a grandson: "Grandpa! Save me quickly! Kill Feng Xingtong quickly!"
Feng Xingtong clenched the sword in her hand and watched the Xiao family master fly and land on the ring.
When the head of the Xiao family saw Xiao Jinyan's miserable state, he felt heartbroken. He said to Feng Xingtong in a cold voice: "Xingtong, you have hurt Jinyan like this. Let's forget about the matter of life and death."
Feng Xingtong put the tip of the sword against Xiao Jinyan's dantian, and opened her lips coldly: "Forget it? He dug out my dantian and threw me into the abyss of monsters. How should we calculate these two things!"
The head of the Xiao family choked, looked nervously at the tip of the sword, and said quickly: "Since you are safe now, why can't you forget it?"
"The fact that I am safe and sound means that I have a great destiny! You can't let me forget everything Xiao Jinyan did to me!" Feng Xingtong sneered, using force on her hand, the tip of the sword pierced Xiao Jinyan's dantian.
Xiao Jinyan suddenly howled in pain: "Ah - it hurts so much! Ahhh!"
The head of the Xiao family was immediately furious and pressed directly towards Feng Xingtong with coercion, "Feng Xingtong! Stop it!"
Feng Xingtong felt a coercion falling on her, but she was not affected. With a strong movement of her hand, she thrust the tip of the sword into Xiao Jinyan's dantian.
"This is what Xiao Jinyan owes me!"
The clear voice was like ice and snow, and the delicate teenage voice reached everyone's ears.
"No -" Xiao Jinyan's eyes widened in horror, and he heard the sound of his Dantian shattering.
"Feng Xingtong!!!"
The head of the Xiao family was furious, and he gathered spiritual power in his hand and threw it in the direction of Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong was about to escape when she saw a figure blocking her way.
"Xiao Cuishan, if you dare to touch my little star, you are seeking death!"
Pingyang Hou Fengcang blocked the spiritual power and struck back with his backhand, causing the Xiao family leader to retreat repeatedly.
The head of the Xiao family did not expect that Feng Cang would also come. Shouldn't he be looking for Feng Xingtong outside?
It seems that there are many Feng Cang's informants in the city, and the news that Feng Xingtong is still alive was conveyed to him so quickly.
