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Suddenly, a fiery red plum blossom, like a sword that had left the bowstring, rushed over. It was cold and deadly, hitting the sword head on and causing the sword to deviate slightly from its trajectory.

A numbing pain came from his fingertips. Suddenly, the hand holding the sword became weak and the sharp sword flew out. 'Clang!' It hit the pillar on the stage and broke it into two pieces.

This sudden change of events caught everyone off guard, and they were shocked and terrified. They all looked around the martial arena, but still couldn't pick up any clues.

He couldn't help but feel curious.

At that time, a faintly discernible fragrance came from the air as fiery plum blossoms scattered down from the sky. They were like a sky full of rain as they fluttered in the air, causing everyone to be dazzled.

"Disciple Emei, please let us go this time. It's just a competition, why do you need to be so serious?"

Her voice was as melodious and melodious as an oriole, but it carried a trace of unquestionable dominance.

The crowd looked towards the source of the sound and saw a woman dressed in a snowy robe slowly flying over from the sky. As the petals of the red plum blossom fell, she slowly stood on the stage.

The woman wore a snow-white veil, and a bewitching red plum blossomed in the wind between her eyebrows. Her hair was tied into a bun, and only a white jade hairpin with plum blossoms was stuck in it. Although it was simple, it appeared elegant and refined, noble and cold, peerless and unparalleled in its generation.

The gazes of the crowd all followed the descending beauty of the heavens, not shifting from one moment to the next.

Dongfang Chen and the others who were seated far away were also deeply captivated by the attention of the crowd.

Jun Mohan, who was seated at the side, remained calm. He did not arouse any ripples, but his hands could not help but tremble.

"Who are you?" You must know about life or death in the arena, right? Could it be that you want to break the rules set by our ancestors over the past 100 years? "

With an extremely unsightly expression, Rong Xu clenched his trembling and aching hands. Fear could be seen in his shocked eyes as he mustered up his courage to ask.

In the arena, the martial artist's life and death was decided with a single sword strike. No one dared to interfere.

The white-clothed woman's actions had just made this taboo, and it was Wu Lin's shame.

These words also voiced everyone's doubts. They all looked at the girl, waiting for her reply.

"Is that so? Today, I am going to break these hundred years of rules. I am going to save this person. "

The red lips under the white gauze moved a few times as she spoke with a haughty and domineering tone. Her entire body was cold as she coldly glanced at the large martial arena.

The moment he said this, the crowd immediately went into an uproar. Their eyes were filled with shock as they stared in disbelief at the woman in the arena who seemed like a celestial goddess that had descended from the heavens.

It was as if he felt that she was daydreaming.

"Insolent witch, if you dare to spout such arrogant words, I will properly teach you the rules of the martial arts world!"

As soon as she finished her sentence, she suddenly flew into the air and waved her hand towards the crowd. A shiny sword appeared in her hand and she stabbed at the woman in white without any hesitation.

The corner of the woman in white's lips curled up slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her eyes. However, there was a boundless coldness hidden in her eyes, causing people to shudder.

The cold Sword Qi assaulted her face, cutting off a few strands of her hair that fluttered in the wind. Even the pure white veil on her face almost fell off, causing the girl to hurriedly take a few steps back.

Yong Xu was ecstatic, his eyes were fierce as he held up the sharp sword and thrusted it towards the white clothed female's throat.

In the blink of an eye, the wind began to blow and dense dark clouds filled the air. The dust and sand in the air started to swirl up and surround the entire arena, forming a gigantic sandball that blocked everything in the arena.

"Ah …"

A wretched woman's scream pierced through the martial arena, followed by a black shadow flying out of the sand ball. With a 'bang', the shadow smashed into the foot of Grand Tutor Emei, who was standing next to her.

The Emei disciples were startled and quickly moved Zhuang Yun behind them to protect him. They all drew their swords and stood up, pointing at the motionless shadow on the ground with eyes full of vigilance.

Once again, the fighting arena fell into a deathly silence, as if only their own heartbeat could be heard.

After a long while, the huge sand ball slowly dispersed with the wind, revealing a tall and straight white figure.

The woman was still wearing her white veil, her spotless white clothes, and her eyes that were as clear as autumn water. She looked very elegant, and there was an irresistible sadness in her eyes.

Compared to the woman who shamelessly said that she would change the rules set by Wu Lin a hundred years ago, she was like a completely different person.

"Junior Sister …"

The weeping voice pulled everyone back from their thoughts, and only then could they see that the woman who was on her last breath on the ground was Zhuang Yun's most beloved disciple — Praise Xu.

At this moment, Suo Xu's face was covered in dust. Her entire body was covered in mud and sand, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. Her entire body was lying in a pool of blood.

"Xiao'er …"

Zhuang Yun squatted beside Yong Xu with a slightly serious expression on his face, carefully taking her pulse.

"Impossible …" "Impossible …"

Suddenly, Zhuang Yun shook off Suo Xu's hand and shakily stood up. There was an incredulous look in his eyes as he muttered to himself.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Thinking that Wu Xue, the head disciple of Ha Zhuang Yun, was surprised to see her acting so strangely, she hurriedly squatted down to examine Wu Xu's pulse.

"What?" My heart is damaged, but I can still leave behind an immortal shell. How could this be … "

Wu Xue subconsciously retreated backward. Feeling an inexplicable fear, she yelled out loudly without caring about her image.

At her words, everyone in the arena stood up and revealed their shock. They looked at the woman lying on the ground, who was undoubtedly dead, and then looked at the woman in white on the stage.

A damaged heart meridian was able to let a person live, perhaps even Martial Union Master Xing Xiyang was unable to do this. Just who was this woman?

Now, in the new and old generation of martial arts, the younger generation's martial arts have emerged.

The Emei Faction's chanting was one of them, and was one of the top of the younger generation.

Qu Xu had been a disciple under Zhuang Yun ever since she was a child. She was a rare martial arts prodigy with extremely high comprehension. Zhuang Yun loved her because she had taught her all her martial arts skills.

To put it bluntly, she was the successor to the Emei Sect.

But now, Yong Xu, who was given a high opinion, had his skills crippled by a girl of unknown origins, and was shamelessly slapping the face of Emei. He didn't know how Zhuang Yun was going to teach this girl a lesson.

"Witch, to dare injure my beloved disciple, Emei, you are courting death."

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Zhuang Yun suddenly flew out and landed firmly on the stage. The white whisk in her hand just so happened to be inserted into the woman's chest. A flash of bright red blood flowed out, like a bright red plum blossom blooming in the wind above her heart.

Zhuang Yun's protection was something that everyone knew. They didn't expect that she would openly disobey Wu Lin's rules and take revenge for her beloved disciple. It was simply destroying the image of an upright clan.

Sitting in the crowd, the self-proclaimed representatives of prestigious and upright sects all held their weapons in their hands as they shot dissatisfied gazes at Zhuang Yun. They felt an impulse to rush out and kill her.

Xing Xi who was seated on the judge's seat looked at all of this and frowned, his eyebrows raised up like a beautiful mountain. If not for Jun Mohan who pierced his acupoint, he would have gone out to prevent everything from happening.

From what he could sense, the white-clothed woman was not an ordinary person, not even he was a match for her. Zhuang Yun's actions were simply suicidal.

"What is it? Is this what you call a righteous sect? In my opinion, it is just an empty title, it is fine if you do not want this Wu Lin rule! "

The woman in white sneered as she glanced at Zhuang Yun. With a wave of her hands, she suddenly transformed into a human and disappeared from where she stood.

For a time, an irresistible killing intent condensed in the air.

Zhuang Yun's brows tightened as he suddenly turned around to face a strong wave of killing intent. He saw the white-clothed woman flying towards him, a shining sharp sword in her hand. The cold air was chilly, and her killing intent was biting as she waved it at her.

In an instant, his clothes were ripped, and several bloody wounds appeared on his body. However, she was not a pushover. She used up all her internal energy and threw a palm attack at the woman.

Anxious, the young woman flew backward a few steps, but she was still a step too late.

Three thousand strands of black hair immediately fell and scattered. Even the veil on her face was in danger and was about to be shattered by the wind from that fierce palm.

The woman's gaze became ruthless, containing an endless amount of killing intent. Her entire body was covered in a cold aura. This person was like an Asura, causing people to feel terrified just by looking at him.

She suddenly bit her finger, letting the red droplets of blood fall onto the sharp sword. The sharp sword instantly erupted with a blinding white light, and a few white transparent butterflies faintly appeared on the sharp sword, mercilessly attacking Zhuang Yun.

"Go to hell!"

Dense white light enveloped the woman's body. The woman let out a furious howl towards the sky, and a white light followed the sharp sword through Zhuang Yun's body, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the white clouds.

The next moment, he saw Zhuang Yun's body swaying a few times on the stage before falling onto the stage with a "peng" sound. He died with grievance.

Time seemed to come to a standstill. Everyone looked in disbelief at the girl still clad in the same snow-white robe. Aside from being shocked, there was also a trace of unconcealable fear.

They had not seen such an exciting match in ten years.

At the same time, all the other famous sects and schools were also eager to give it a try. They all wanted to have a duel with the white-clothed female to prove their status in the Martial Forest.

This was because ten years ago, Zhuang Yun was ranked third in the martial arena, yet now, he was easily defeated by a little girl. Other than fear in their hearts, they also had thoughts of joining forces to eliminate the white-clothed woman.

"Demoness, everyone kill her. We will avenge Grand Master Zhuang Yun …"

It was unknown who shouted this from the crowd, but many martial artists flew up to the arena and surrounded her, wanting to capture her in one fell swoop.

There weren't many people, but they were all the sect heads of various sects in the martial arts world, including Martial Union Lord Xing Xi Yang and the Palace Lord of Inviting Moon Palace, Nie Rou Xin.

"What is this? Could it be that so many people want to bully a weak girl like me? "

The woman in white was not angry. Instead, she was smiling. However, her smile did not reach her eyes. Instead, there was a trace of glaring coldness in her smile.