After I ran away with my baby, I became the sickly villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 126 Blood Bead (4000 words)
Ye Yan folded her hands and stared at the movement on the stage, half-closed her eyes, and her heart flashed a little dignified.

No one questioned Yan Sui's talent as a swordsman. A genius swordsman who could control three flying swords at the same time, if he had the talent to control a sword in one round, I'm afraid even the current Mo Yunhan couldn't compare with him.

The Huoyun sword tightly held in his palm was tempered into a low-grade fairy weapon by her.

On the other hand, Mo Yunhan, although he may not be as good at swordsmanship as Yan Sui, and the quality of the spirit sword in his hand is not as good as that of the Huoyun sword, but his cultivation is superior, and he can completely be crushed by his cultivation.

To be fair, the two have their cards in their hands, and they are evenly divided. The outcome of this match is unpredictable.

But just now.

The Canglan Sword in Mo Yunhan's hand suddenly increased in power, and its aura was not inferior to the Fire Cloud Sword in Yan Sui's hand at all!
Not only did Ye Yan notice the strange aura fluctuations just now, but also the elders of the major sect leaders on the high platform also noticed something was wrong - I don't know what method Mo Yunhan used to make the Canglan Sword directly upgrade?The power is not inferior to the low-grade fairy weapon.

Ye Yan seemed to be feeling something and turned his head. He saw Xuan She who was expressionless beside him. He didn't know what the little demon was thinking. He stared blankly at Mo Yunhan on the stage.

"What's the matter?" She walked over, reached out and pinched his face, it was smooth and tender, and it felt great.

Xuan She came back to his senses, and rubbed her soft fingertips, then he stretched out his hand to hold her sleeve, and hooked her finger with a slender and beautiful finger, the movements were familiar and natural, "...I It seems to feel a familiar breath."

He told the truth, his eyebrows were light, and he didn't seem to care much.

"Familiar with... breath?" Ye Yan was stunned, she followed his gaze and looked at the figure of the male lead on the stage showing a fierce look, a little confused.

Is there any connection between the two?

Just as she was deep in thought, she suddenly felt her shoulders sinking. Ye Yan looked sideways and found that Xuan She had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulders.

His arms were still tightly around her shoulders, and he unconsciously rubbed his face, the long and thick eyelashes gently scraped her delicate skin, making it itchy and crispy.

This is really a second to fall asleep, you can sleep anytime, anywhere.

Ye Yan felt quite helpless, couldn't help laughing, her shoulders were a little sore from the pressure, but she didn't wake him up.

Originally, she wanted to watch the game for a while, but when she saw Xuan She's weak and beautiful appearance, she suddenly lost her mind and took him away with the sword first.

Left and right, she and Xuan She have already finished the match, and the next match is scheduled for three days later, I just hope that he wakes up earlier this time, so as not to miss the match.

And at this time, on the ring.

Holding the Canglan Sword in his hand, Mo Yunhan had a menacing aura all over his body, staring coldly at Yan Sui, who came to him again with the sword.

He didn't take the Healing Pill, the blood that hadn't dried up flowed down the veins of his arm and soaked into the palm of his hand, the blood-red veins were hidden in the long straight blade, and the invisible and dripping murderous aura hovered around him.

With a movement of Mo Yunhan's palm, a thunderous sword intent was sent out. Before the sword intent could strike Yan Sui, the ring under his feet was cut in half by the aftermath of the sword intent, with large cracks appearing. Sword intent, the whole person was directly knocked down on the stone pillar of the ring, and a large amount of blood was smeared on the back.

"puff--"

Yan Sui spat out a mouthful of blood, half-kneeling on the ground, the blade of the sword was half-inserted into the ground, feeling like her spine was going to be shattered.

"You still have a chance to admit defeat." Mo Yunhan approached step by step, and said condescendingly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of arrogance and aloofness.

"Hit if you want, what a lot of nonsense!" Yan Sui stood up with a sword in his hand, wobbled, pulled out the blade, and wiped away the blood on his mouth.

His face was full of ruthlessness and fearlessness, and once again swung his sword to attack, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, who fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly.

Mo Yun smiled coldly, revealing his irritability, the blood flowing in his palm mixed with thunder and lightning, "Overestimating one's abilities!"

How dare a doomed defeater show such a face to him?

Then die!
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved, his figure was as swift as a ghost, and the almost destructive thunder sword intent slashed at Yan Sui's chest.

Yan Sui hastily raised his sword to block, the energy impact caused by the collision of the two fairy swords was dazzling, and the entire arena sank by a degree in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Mo Yunhan saw the right opportunity, holding the sword in one hand and gathering thunder in the other Straight to shoot Yan Sui's dantian.

If a monk's dantian is destroyed, his cultivation base will be lost, and he will be equivalent to a useless person—these methods can be said to be the most vicious.

However, the Zongmen Dabi did not clearly stipulate that people's lives should not be harmed. In the cultivation world, the weak prey on the strong, and strength is respected. Weakness is the original sin.

If a weak person dies in the arena, it can only be said that his skills are inferior to others. A casual sentence of "missing" by a strong person can send everyone to blame. Therefore, many old enemies will directly kill people in the name of the ring competition.

But Yan Sui is the only son of the head of My Sword Sect, Mo Yunhan's move is tantamount to making an enemy of the entire My Sword Sect.

"Bastard!" Yan Hongfang, the leader on the stage, had red eyes and stood up, staring at the movement on the stage, his sleeves clenched with veins.

The other elders of Wujian Sect beside him were also filled with righteous indignation.

This Mo Yunhan is really arrogant and arrogant. He showed his sharpness when he first entered this competition, and he didn't know how to restrain himself. He probably didn't know the truth of "a tree is beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy it".

Only the Great Elder looked at the stage thoughtfully, he didn't look at Yan Sui, but looked at Mo Yunhan who was beside him, his eyes flashed with deep meaning, and the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly.

If Yan Sui died accidentally.

Yan Hongfang may have no successors.

The head of My Sword Sect should be replaced by someone else...

On the arena where all eyes are on.

Yan Sui tried his best to barely resist Mo Yunhan's thunder strike, the defensive spirit weapon on his chest was shattered, his body was still affected, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The difference in strength between the two seems to be only a small stage, but this small stage is like a natural chasm that is difficult to bridge, not to mention that the spirit sword in the opponent's hand has suddenly upgraded for some reason, and his only weapon advantage is gone.

——Sui Er, come down!

Yan Hongfang's secret language sound transmission came from his mind.

Yan Sui's eyes were red, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, more blood flowed down because of too much force.

He gritted his teeth, but his eyes showed a stubbornness that would not admit defeat, just like a wild wolf in the snowfield, showing a stubborn stubbornness.

No, he won't admit defeat!
He is a disciple cultivated by My Sword Sect with all its resources. He is the pride of the elders and masters who place high hopes on him. He is also a senior brother who is admired by the juniors in the audience. Even if he is defeated by someone else's sword, he will never admit defeat!

Yan Sui used the Wujian Sword Art, which is the Heavenly Rank Sword Art of the sect passed down by the head of my Sword Sect. The invisible sword intent instantly enveloped the entire arena, and every ray of air became a sword that was controlled by him. Controlled blade.

Mo Yunhan's face changed slightly, he didn't expect him to have a back trick.

But what about this?
No matter how many tricks are crushed by absolute strength, they are so vulnerable!
The two of them came and went, blood was seen at each move, and the killing intent appeared frequently. Mo Yunhan was also wounded, but Yan Sui was obviously more seriously injured.

Cross-border challenges are equivalent to death.

His cassock and Taoist robe were scratched by thousands of sword qi, his figure was crumbling, and the blood was exposed in the air, causing unbearable pain.

Fresh blood seeped into the robe non-stop, even the Healing Pill couldn't reverse the speed of bleeding, Yan Sui's blue and white skirt was almost completely dyed bright red.

Blood flowed through the trouser legs, one step at a time, bloody footprints.

Yan Sui's hand holding the sword was trembling, and he thrust the sword into the ground fiercely with his backhand, so as to use his strength to resist the instinct to kneel down.

"Uh..." He swallowed the bloody saliva in his mouth, as if he had bitten something hard, and after realizing that it was his broken tooth, he spit it out.

Suddenly, his eyes were blurred with blood mist, hot and humid blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, and he only saw a pair of boots approaching from the corner of his eye.

Mo Yunhan raised his sword at him, with contemptuous eyes and an arrogant attitude that did not take everything seriously.

"The weak are only worthy of being trampled under. This is the consequence of overreaching one's abilities."

Right now.

The aura around him suddenly changed.

The Huoyun sword that fell to the ground suddenly stabbed at Mo Yunhan, protecting its master behind him, a beautiful figure loomed in the flame-wrapped sword energy, but it was fleeting.

Mo Yunhan was caught off guard, he hurriedly took two steps back, and looked at everything in front of him coldly.

I saw the surrounding spiritual power gathered rapidly towards Yan Sui in a swirling shape.

Are you going to be promoted? !

The so-called sword repair is to appreciate the meaning of the sword in battle after battle, and to realize the origin of the sword when life and death pass by.

Yan Hongfang was overjoyed at first, but in the next second, his complexion became more serious.

It is the most vulnerable time for monks to advance to the fixed stage. At this time, it is not a good choice to forcibly advance. Not only is there no hope for advancement, but if the promotion is interrupted, it is very likely that demons will be born in vain.

Mo Yunhan naturally thought of this too, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, one sword was blocked by the Fire Cloud Sword, but he took out another Spirit Sword, and went straight to the opponent's heart.

At the moment of life and death, Yan Sui suddenly opened his eyes, and there was fire in his eyes, and he quickly drew out another sword, and unexpectedly drove four swords at the same time, and collided with Mo Yunhan who raised the sword and slashed.

"boom--"

The arena couldn't take it anymore and exploded in an instant.

The two fell into a pile of rubble, both covered in blood, half unconscious.

Stand up, stand up!
Everyone in the audience stared at the movement closely and shouted fiercely.

Yan Sui wanted to stand up, but his body was in pain and his eyelids were extremely heavy. As long as he tried to open his eyes, he would feel the pain in his eyes, and the glare of white light almost made him cry.

On the other hand, Mo Yunhan, who was not far away, was also not much injured, half of his body was crushed by gravel.

He never expected that Yan Sui in this life was several times stronger than the previous life, and he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly. After the ignorant arrogance in his heart was cut off, he was even more angry.

Regardless of whether it was the last life or this life, he should be the genius that attracts everyone's attention, and everyone should submit to him.

"Ahem——" Blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, the last time he was forced into such a situation was thanks to Ye Yan.

As if thinking of something, Mo Yunhan looked inside the Lingfu, and the red blood bead was still floating around his Nascent Soul, just like every serious injury, the blood bead was still replacing him at a strangely fast speed. Heal the wounded.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he stood up with his sword in hand.

Seeing this, the elder referee said, "Five unique sects, Mo Yunhan wins!"

Yan Hongfang flew down from the stage in a hurry, sent someone to lift Yan Sui back to the stage, and fed him the healing pill.

"Ahem, I'm sorry father, I let you down..." Yan Sui whispered, he didn't even make it into the top ten.

"What is disappointment? Is your life important? I asked you to step down just now, why didn't you listen?" Yan Hongfang said with anger in his eyes.

Yan Sui didn't speak, just lowered her head and lowered her eyes, gently stroking the Fire Cloud Sword in her hand.

This sword has been with him for more than ten years, and its meaning to him is not just a simple sword, but more like a partner who grows together and defends against enemies.

Accompanied by one person and one sword so far, they have slayed countless demons, not without encountering defeats, but no matter how difficult and powerful the enemy they encountered, they never had the intention of retreating and admitting defeat.

This is the heart of his sword.

Yan Hongfang suddenly felt that the son in front of him had changed. He was no longer as frivolous and reckless as when he was young. Inspiring fighting spirit and perseverance.

"Father was not disappointed, you did a good job and made me prouder than ever."

Yan Hongfang said softly.

"Father..." Yan Sui was taken aback, this was the first time he heard praise from his strict and demanding father since he was a child.

His heart opened emotionally.

I couldn't help but get red eyes.

"Okay, I know what you want to say, I don't need to say more, I understand." Yan Hongfang sighed, but with a gratified smile in his eyes, he patted him on the shoulder, "Don't just stand here Now, go back to retreat to heal your wounds, I will spend a lot of spirit stones and pills on your damaged meridians."

Yan Sui was slapped by his big palm, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood, she was moved and retracted instantly, "Father, if you want to murder your own son, the family sword record will be broken."

"You brat, what nonsense are you talking about!" Yan Hongfang clapped again.

Fortunately, Yan Sui dodged quickly and avoided it, "Wait a little longer." He looked around, trying to find that familiar figure, but he couldn't find it - she should have left.

She shouldn't have seen him lose so embarrassingly.

Yan Sui heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, took his sword back, and couldn't get mixed up in the rankings, so he followed Yan Hongfang back to the sect to heal his wounds.

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"Brother Yunhan, you really scared me to death just now. I thought you would lose." After Ye Qingyao knocked his opponent out of the ring, he searched all the way, and happened to see the thrilling scene just now. When Mo Yunhan got off the stage, She handed him the healing pill.

"Losing?" Mo Yunhan read the word lightly and sneered, there was no way he would lose.

He also couldn't bear the fact that he would lose.

Ye Qingyao sensed that he was not in the right mood, her voice was weak, and she quickly changed the subject, "But it's strange to say that the Fire Cloud Sword was just an ordinary spiritual weapon before. The refiner made it, and it was successfully upgraded to a low-grade fairy weapon."

"A craftsman?" Mo Yunhan's heart twitched slightly, and he looked sideways. He didn't seem to have such a character in his memory, "Who is it?"

"I heard it's called Ye Yibo. There has never been such a person in the cultivation world before, and I don't know where it came out of nowhere. It's really strange."

(End of this chapter)