"Yes, Sister Feixue, she is very ruthless! It is said that even if you are a Heavenly Rank master, anyone who has fought with her is either dead or disabled, you must be careful! ”

Xin Yue and Yan Niang were so anxious in the rear that they had no intention of healing their injuries at all, but just reminded Murong Feixue vigorously. I don't want her to be seriously injured like she is.

But Murong Feixue only smiled faintly, looked back and comforted Xin Yue and Yan Niang and said, "You just wait to see the show." ”

In a word, the red silk team with low morale suddenly lifted their spirits, and they all looked happy. Although they were still not 100% sure in their hearts, Murong Feixue would be able to win against Murong Yilan. But at least there is still a glimmer of hope for Murong Feixue. Everyone stared at Murong Feixue and waited with bated breath for the competition to start.

It's just that on the side of the yellow silk team, Zhou Hongyong didn't care at all. The yellow silk team behind him laughed loudly at Murong Feixue.

"Hahaha...... Another one to die! Probably she still doesn't know the Dao, our senior sister is already the strength of the third stage of the Heavenly Red Realm, looking at the entire Haotian Palace, in addition to the senior sister, which other disciple has this strength? ”

"It's just that it's too self-sufficient! Don't look at Na Xinyue and Yan Niang, they almost died without a place to bury, and she hurried to die. ”

"Hehehe, when she loses in a while, she will know that it is ugly!"

Murong Feixue raised her eyes and looked at those who were mocking her, her eyes as terrifying as bloodthirsty. But he didn't argue irritably. just said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll be there for you in a while." ”

After the words fell, Murong Feixue reached out and pulled a red silk ribbon from the side of the red silk team. While tying his forehead, he rushed towards Murong Yilan quickly. That speed-like speed was like the leader of a death squad, which made Murong Yilan scratch her head. Slightly stunned......

Murong Yilan was originally holding hands, ready to look at Murong Feixue's angry expression of humiliation. Unexpectedly, Murong Feixue didn't care at all. She also methodically tied herself with a red silk scarf that symbolized the start of the competition.

"You are a little evil obstacle who is not treated at home, what is there to be proud of!" Murong Yilan put down her hand and sneered angrily.

But Murong Feixue did not stop, but rushed faster and faster. Domineering......

Murong Yilan saw Murong Feixue rushing over, and suddenly felt a little drumming in her heart. It can only be a hasty condensation of the enchantment. Then he held his sword horizontally in front of him.

"You...... You don't want to die? You, don't you come here......"

Just before he could say this, Murong Feixue had already rushed in front of Murong Yan, and with the fierce wind, it all turned into Murong Feixue's invisible fist. One punch after another, it slammed into Murong Yilan's chest.

"This punch is for Xin Yue!"

"This punch is for the mother!"

"This punch is for Zhang Mingming!"

A furious rebuke was as powerful as the punches she struck.

The first round of punches broke Murong Yilan's protective barrier. The second punch interrupted Murong Yilan's Xiuyue Jin Pure Sword, and the third punch hit Murong Yilan's chest.

It's just that Murong Feixue didn't want Murong Yilan to really die. After all, she is still her eldest sister in name. The reputation of killing relatives is still a little troublesome for her to subdue her henchmen in Tianfeng Academy.