Chapter 575

"Should Chen Ruoyan recover from her injury?"

"It must have recovered. Do you think the bloody gate is just a decoration? If we casual cultivators are injured like that, we are lucky to survive, but if they have the support of the sect, they can go to the challenge arena again in two days!"

"But even if she takes the stage, her strength should also drop a lot. Look at her face. The competition with Dai ye should be a big blow to her. It depends on whether the rest of the people can seize the opportunity."

"Yes, that woman is actually terrible. She lost one leg and one arm, and didn't even say a word. When she was beaten through by the walking corpse, she didn't have any expression... If it wasn't for the identity of the walking corpse, Dai ye might not be able to win!"

“……”

"Say, what happened to Chen Ruoyan's face? There is a wound under his left eye, which seems to be scratched..."

"Hey, it's really... What's the red thing under her eyes?"

Qingyan stood alone in the challenge arena, waiting for his opponent.

Chen Hao was quite angry: "when your opponent comes later, you should teach him a lesson. He made you wait so long!"

"OK!"

Chen Hao looked at Qingyan differently. He thought that Qingyan would not pay attention to him.

"You are a little strange today!"

"Well, thank you, master Jianling, for what happened in the challenge arena last time!"

Chen Hao was silent for a moment: "... This is the only time. I won't take care of it next time if you die!"

Qingyan is the 35th sword owner of the red blood sword, and also the sword owner he saved for the first time.

He didn't know why he had to help Ye Qingyan block Dai Ye's sword at that time.

In the challenge arena, that kind of irrational performance, light Yan deserved death!

"I understand!"

Qingyan lowered his head.

In the sixth competition, Qingyan's performance was crazy. Even the referee and the audience felt her violent killing intention!

If her opponent didn't react quickly enough, she would be cut in half by Qingyan's sword.

The last sword was blocked by the referee who helped Qingyan's opponent.

However, Qingyan was only taught a lesson, because everyone could see that it was Qingyan's opponent who shouted "surrender" that was too extreme, and her sword could not be taken back.

After getting off the challenge arena, Qingyan casually found a disciple of the bloody gate and asked Dai Ye about the situation there. He learned that Dai ye took out the walking corpse and crushed his opponent. After he had successfully left, he had to return to the tent.

She just wants to see it again.

She sat on the chair in the tent, took out the zither, just moved a string, and put the zither back into the space ring.

She pulled out the red blood sword again, wiped the blood red body of the Red Blood Sword with animal skin, and stopped immediately.

Chen Hao thought that he could enjoy his careful maintenance!

He could see that Qingyan was in a state of anxiety.

"Want to find Dai ye?"

"Now is not the time!" Qingyan walked back and forth in the narrow tent, and then simply made it on the bed and rubbed his hair hard with his hands, rubbing his clean and smooth long hair into a messy chicken nest.

"It's really not the time!"

Chen Hao knows the strength in the venue of the southern region martial arts competition very well.

There are now nearly 100 strong people in the realm, and even more than one top strong person in the realm. If Qingyan wants to find trouble with the Yin corpse sect, he must first pass the pass between Nie Liqun and the strong people of the Yin corpse sect.

In the challenge arena, she is the top genius in the southern region and the strong one in the sky breaking realm.

But under the challenge arena, she is a mole ant.

This is not where she can fool around.

She fiddled with the red blood soft sword, "click", and the Red Blood Sword broke into 34 bars.

Like a snake, the whip sword slowly wound around her delicate body from top to bottom. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and the sharp blade cut open her skin inch by inch.

The blood soon infected the clothes.

Chen Hao looked at Qingyan foolishly, and didn't know what she was doing

She threw the hilt of the sword onto the main beam of the tent roof. The part of the hilt wrapped around the main beam and slowly retracted. Then she hung Qingyan upside down.

The whip and sword tightened again, and countless wounds on her body oozed blood, flowing down her body to her beautiful neck, and then dripping down her face and her long hair to the ground.

She looked at her eyes with a wooden face, and her body swung back and forth in midair.

It's like playing on a swing.

Chen Hao didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say.

He saw the healed wound on Qingyan's face, the blood red tear drop under her left eye, and her godless eyes gradually became blood red... Then she slowly closed her eyes.

Since the body of seventeen reappeared, he noticed that Qingyan was wrong.

It's really strange how seventeen's body appeared in the southern region, but Chen Hao didn't explore the idea of what happened.

As the spirit of the red blood sword, Chen Hao didn't have much curiosity.

Even if there is, it is almost worn away.

For him, curiosity is too strong, it is a kind of torture.

He is like a mollusk, locked in a shell for a long time. In order to adapt to the shape of the shell, his body has been completely deformed.

"Master Jianling, is this what you call a curse?" I don't know when, Qingyan opened her reddish eyes and asked in a low voice, "I used to think that the so-called curse was just rumors..."

"I'm not sure, but I reminded you..."

"Can't you control it?" Qingyan asked again.

Hearing Qingyan's query, the body of the Red Blood Sword contracted fiercely, and Qingyan snorted, and the blood on the ground gathered into a small puddle.

"Do you think I want to see seventeen again?"

"Lord Jianling... You seem angry!"

"Er..."

Chen Hao was silent.

Qingyan continued to ask, "can you relax a little? Lord Jianling, you hurt me!"

The Red Blood Sword gradually relaxed, slowly put Qingyan down, and her head hit the ground directly.

Qingyan whispered, "wait, don't put me down!"

Chen Hao asked curiously, "doesn't it hurt? Or do you enjoy the feeling of being cut by more than 30 sword pieces?"

As the spirit of the red blood sword, Chen Hao knew that almost all the thirty-four sword pieces had cut into the flesh of Qingyan. Although they all avoided the crucial position, the pain was unbearable to ordinary people.

This was originally a form of torture.

"Pain! But only in this way can I calm down!" Light Yan's eyes lost focus, "you know, what do I want to do now?"

"I know!"

"But my reason tells me... Not now, not now, not yet... Do you understand this pain? My heart is like being roasted by fire... Do you understand this feeling?"

Chen Hao understands the feeling of light face.

When he was just imprisoned in the red blood sword, he couldn't move or speak... He also wanted to die... Especially at dusk and midnight, that terrible anxiety, crazy imagination, boundless hatred... Almost drove him crazy