The battle has entered a fierce stage.
The people in the audience started talking, then whispering, then secretly shocked, and finally fell silent.
The only sounds left in the field were the explosion of spiritual power and the collision of magic weapons on the stage, mixed with the heavy breathing and groaning of people, and the strong smell of blood spread.
Qin Jianming couldn't sit still and begged the ancestor of the Qin family: "Ancestor, if you don't stop us, I'm afraid that they will die together!"
The ancestor of the Qin family looked at the contest downstairs expressionlessly, without looking at Qin Jianming, "No one else is allowed to interfere in a life and death battle. Have you forgotten the rules of the Qin family?"
Qin Jianming's face turned green and red, and he did not dare to speak again. He looked towards the stage, but couldn't bear to look at the two Qin Xuan who were covered in bruises. When he turned his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Qin Xinyao with a leisurely look in the crowd.
"Qin Xinyao..."
Qin Jianming squeezed out the words through his teeth.
"If the news from the Ning family is true...hum, Qin Huansi is dead, let's see how long you can keep jumping around!"
Both Qin Xuan were at the end of their rope.
One of them suddenly shouted loudly, his spiritual power surged around his body, and he could see a flash of light, showing a completely desperate attitude; the other only hesitated for a moment, making one wrong step and one wrong step, and immediately showed his defeat.
"Go to hell!"
Along with the roar, one of the two identical magic weapons buzzed and trembled, shaking out countless phantoms. In an instant, the other one was cut into two pieces, and then, without losing force, it slashed through the neck of the other Qin Xuan.
A head flew up and landed heavily on the table. Gululu rolled around a few times. A pillar of blood shot into the sky, dyeing most of the competition arena scarlet.
It took a few breaths for the headless body to collapse. Qin Xuan looked at the familiar body at his feet, and then at the head not far away that looked like what he saw in a mirror. His eyes were in a trance for a moment.
"Xuan'er!" Qin Jianming shouted. In addition to joy, there was also anxiety that could not be ignored. "Are you... really Xuan'er?"
"Dad, it's me! Haha, what's fake is fake, I..."
Before Qin Xuan finished speaking, he suddenly stopped abruptly, as if he was choking.
A line of blood slowly appeared on his neck.
The Qin family ancestor's expression suddenly changed. He flashed and appeared next to Qin Xuan on the stage. A majestic and pure spiritual power enveloped Qin Xuan's body, especially Qin Xuan's neck. penetration.
The ancestor turned his palm, and a crystal-clear elixir appeared in his palm, and then he forcefully fed it into Qin Xuan's mouth.
However, the blood line on Qin Xuan's neck was still expanding, and his eyes also lost their look.
The ancestor of the Qin family had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Qin Xuan's hands dropped weakly, and his wide-open eyes were filled with confusion. The ancestor of the Qin family looked up to the sky and sighed, and the spiritual power surrounding Qin Xuan slowly lowered Qin Xuan's body to the table.
Only then did Qin Jianming react. He flew downstairs and walked to Qin Xuan's body, his steps staggering a little.
"Xuan'er, Xuan'er?"
Qin Jianming's voice trembled. He knelt down and reached out to gently push Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan tilted his neck, his head and body were completely separated, and thick and dazzling blood spread on the stage.
"Xuan'er!!!"
Qin Jianming's tragic cries echoed over the Qin family.
Qin Xinyao looked at the shocked crowds on the left and right, and quietly retreated.
"Sister Jing, is this the perfect ending you said? No matter who wins or loses, they can only die in the same way in the end."
"Um."
After hearing the affirmative answer, Qin Xinyao was silent for a long time.
"What's the point of this technique? Why not kill him from the beginning? Is it to torture him?"
"No." Jing Yingrong paused and then said, "I don't really want to kill him."
"But he did die under this Taoist technique."
"He killed him, not me."
Qin Xinyao felt truly confused.
"What do you mean?... Could it be that this Taoist law can be broken?"
"Yeah, okay."
Qin Xinyao's eyes lit up.
"Let me guess," she rubbed her chin and said while thinking: "You once said, 'If there are two, the one will not survive.' Presumably, even if Qin Xuan does not choose a life-or-death battle, but chooses to fight with the other One can live in peace with each other, or simply separate and keep the two of them far apart. In that case, it's not possible, right? "
"Well, no."
"What would happen?"
"Disappear together."
"ah……"
Qin Xinyao didn't think of the answer until she walked back to her courtyard.
She slumped her shoulders in frustration and asked, "Has anyone really cracked this trick?"
Jing Yingrong appeared, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Ah?! Is there really one?" Qin Xinyao's eyes widened and she said in surprise.
Jing Yingrong: "Well, there is one."
"Is there only one person...how do you do it? Sister Jing, can you give me some tips?"
By some strange coincidence, Qin Xinyao hugged Jing Yingrong's arm, somewhat coquettishly. When she reacted, she hurriedly let go of her hand, with a hint of embarrassment and uneasiness in her expression.
Jing Yingrong looked at her, but stretched out her hand and took Qin Xinyao's arm.
"Two become one."
Qin Xinyao was immersed in the shock caused by Jing Yingrong's initiative to hold her arm, and did not hear the hint given by Jing Yingrong at all.
"Sister Jing, you..."
"Um?"
"No, it's nothing."
…
"I didn't expect such an accident to happen. I am responsible for Qin Xuan's death."
The ancestor of the Qin family said to Qin Jianming with a little apology.
Qin Jianming cupped his hands without saying a word.
The ancestor did not mind his attitude and said: "Human life is at stake. Even if we don't know who the other party is, our Qin family must not expose the matter easily. Even if we are unable to defeat him, we must at least find out the identity of the other party. However, this kind of magic is unheard of and unseen, so it will inevitably be difficult to investigate."
"Ancestor," Qin Jianming suddenly said, "Ancestor should not be troubled by such matters. You should focus on breakthroughs in seclusion. The top priority is to elect a new head of the Qin family as soon as possible, and then the head of the family will take care of it."
The ancestor of the Qin family looked at him intently: "Then who do you think is the right person to be the head of the family?"
"Junior wants to recommend himself." Qin Jianming met the ancestor's gaze.
The ancestor narrowed his eyes, "You should know that what I want is for the younger generation to take over the Qin family, because there is no one of your generation who satisfies me. Besides, Qin Huansi..."
"Qin Huansi is dead!"
"Oh? How do you know? You are so sure."
Qin Jianming was speechless for a moment when asked.
The ancestor of the Qin family lowered his voice and said solemnly: "Qin Jianming, your surname is Qin, not Ning."
Qin Jianming's body trembled and his breathing became rapid. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.
The ancestor of the Qin family turned his back to him.
"I will hold several small competitions to see the performance of the younger generation of the family, and you will be the main judge.
Oh, by the way, I remember that the first place winner in this family trial was... Qin Huansi's granddaughter, Qin Xinyao.
She's very nice. "
