Oh no, I accidentally cultivated three spiritual roots and became an empress!

Chapter 222: Leave a line in life so that we can meet each other in the future

Nangong Yifeng swung his broadsword, aiming at Zhong Lingxin's Soul-Slaying Sword, creating a series of "whooshing" sounds.

It turns out that as a descendant of a family of beast tamers, Nangong Yifeng's spiritual sense was higher than that of ordinary cultivators. He also practiced spiritual sense techniques. His broad-backed cleaver looked like an ordinary knife on the surface, but there was a secret on the back of the blade. There were several curved holes. Every time he slashed with the blade, it made a whistling sound that could disturb people's souls.

At the same time, Nangong Yifeng's three golden lions moved, opening their mouths wide and howling as they pounced on Zhong Lingxin.

A whooshing sound filled the arena, causing the entire arena to swirl and the wind to blow against Zhong Lingxin's yellow skirt, making her look like a leaf in a storm, as if she were about to lose her footing.

Zhong Lingxin spun around, and the Soul-Slaying Sword once again pierced towards Nangong Yifeng's brow.

Huanhuan let out a clear whistle, suppressing the whimpering sounds from the crowd.

Xiaoxiao flashed forward and leaped towards a golden lion, raising her paw to unleash a bolt of purple lightning aimed at the lion's eye.

The golden lion rolled over and unleashed a golden blade at Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao raised her claws again, and the purple lightning met the golden blade.

At the same time, it flashed again, its right paw reaching for the golden lion's eye.

Seeing this, the two golden lions nearby rushed to Xiaoxiao's aid, attacking her from the left and right.

From then on, the three golden lions fought with Xiaoxiao, neglecting to help their master besiege Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin and the Soul-Slaying Sword swung left and right, each swing light and silent, without any spiritual energy whistling out.

However, Nangong Yifeng was sweating profusely, and he wielded his thick-backed cleaver even more frantically, focusing more on defense than offense.

The cultivators watching from below the stage fell silent. They were all well-informed and could naturally tell that Zhong Lingxin was launching a spiritual attack.

As Zhong Lingxin swung her Soul-Slaying Sword even faster, Huanhuan sat motionless to the side, seemingly observing the battle and ready to help whichever side was weaker.

Nangong Yifeng had a splitting headache. He roared and waved his left hand, sending a golden-winged eagle swooping down towards Zhong Lingxin's head.

Huanhuan leaped lightly, its claws stretching out to grab the golden-winged eagle's talons.

Nangong Yifeng knew he could no longer win through a sneak attack, and he was furious.

He had been preparing for this challenge for many years, even suppressing his cultivation level repeatedly, hoping to win first place in the challenge and solidify his position in the Nangong family, thus preparing for taking over as the patriarch of the Nangong clan in the future.

If he loses the first match and fails to win back a single point for the Beast Taming Sect, he will become a laughing stock of the sect, and the position of clan leader of the Nangong clan will be completely out of his reach.

Nangong Yifeng wielded his thick-backed cleaver even more frantically, attempting to launch a counterattack several times towards Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin remained calm and continued to slash at Nangong Yifeng's consciousness with her sword.

She knew that Nangong Yifeng hadn't revealed all his cards yet.

As a key talent cultivated by both the Nangong family and the Beast Taming Sect, how could there only be one Golden-Winged Eagle with impure bloodline!

Sure enough, just as Huanhuan was dominating the Golden-Winged Eagle, making it cry out in pain, Nangong Yifeng waved his hand again, and a tiger's roar shook the entire arena, drawing the attention of countless cultivators watching the battle towards arena number 30.

A sixth-tier flying winged tiger, capable of growing to the ninth tier, unleashed countless wind blades, surrounding Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin shouted, "Well done!"

He raised his hand and released a golden flame.

The moment the flames appeared, the air in the entire arena suddenly rose.

Nangong Yifeng's three golden lions were instantly burned to a bare, hairless state, with dense blisters rising on their skin. They collapsed to the ground screaming in agony.

Even the Golden-Winged Eagle and the Flying Winged Tiger flew far away, not daring to land.

Nangong Yifeng's black robes emitted a burnt smell in the golden flames, and the thick-backed cleaver in his hand trembled.

Just then, Zhong Lingxin suddenly raised her left hand, unleashing the punch she had been holding back for so long, and smashed it into Nangong Yifeng's head.

Nangong Yifeng's hair ornament was knocked off, half of his head was smashed, and he fell off the stage with a scream.

The cultivator in charge of hosting the arena battle went on stage to announce: Zhong Lingxin of the Qingyun Sect has won.

Below the stage, the cultivators of the Beast Taming Sect bowed to Zhong Lingxin, thanking her for not killing them. At the same time, they secretly resented that the Beast Taming Sect had encountered a formidable opponent right from the start, shattering their hopes of winning first place.

However, they are not in a hurry. They still have the Transformation God, the Integration God, and the Mahayana God.

There is still hope for them.

Zhong Lingxin stopped her friends who were celebrating around the field, unable to bear their showy behavior any longer.

The monk who was hosting the arena competition took out a jade token representing victory and handed it to Zhong Lingxin, telling her that she could register for the next arena competition.

Zhong Lingxin bowed in thanks and turned to go to the registration desk.

Several other Nascent Soul cultivators who were also registering turned around and glanced at her.

Zhong Lingxin looked at them openly and gave them a once-over.

According to the data, these individuals all have the potential to break into the top ten.

Just as Zhong Lingxin was about to go watch the battle, Long Ling'er arrived with the jade token.

It turns out that she also defeated her opponent and will advance to the next round of the competition.

Soon, the first round of the competition ended, and five members of the Qingyun Sect were eliminated: Liu Qiang, west Wenye, Xu Yan, Chen Xinlan, and Zong Lingyun.

Liu Qiang suffered the most tragic fate, as he encountered Nangong Yifeng's younger sister, Nangong Yike.

Liu Qiang was defeated by Nangong Yike's three demonic beasts and lay on the ground.

Before Liu Qiang could utter a word of surrender, Nangong Yike directly commanded the three demonic beasts to step forward and devour Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang's thigh, arm, and half of his head were eaten by the three monsters.

If Liu Qiang's contracted beast hadn't recklessly bitten the demon's tail, Liu Qiang wouldn't have had the chance to concede defeat and wouldn't have been saved by the cultivator presiding over the arena.

It should have been a very happy thing for five people to advance to the next round of the competition.

But when everyone came to visit Liu Qiang, who had not fully recovered, the joy of victory vanished, leaving only hatred.

Zhong Lingxin slammed half of Nangong Yifeng's head shut because she was angry that he had spoken rudely and harassed her on the stage.

She never intended to kill him.

I thought it best to leave a way out for others, so we could meet again in the future.

Little did they know that the Beast Taming Sect had no intention of ever seeing each other again.

It would be best if Nangong Yike didn't touch her, otherwise she would definitely blast her consciousness with one punch and annihilate her body and soul.

A few days later, the second round began.

This time, Zhong Lingxin encountered her nemesis, a cultivator from the Lingyun Sect, Wen Xupeng, the Lingyun Sect leader whom she had fought on Dragon Island before.

When the two sides met, they skipped the pleasantries and went straight to fighting!

Wen Xupeng brandished his sword and sneered, "Zhong Lingxin, you can't use the Thunder Explosion Talisman this time. Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Zhong Lingxin waved her hand, and Huanhuan swung her paw at Wen Xupeng: "Damn it, your little aunt is still here, what do you think I should do!"