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Chapter 310 Sorry, I’m late

"Wanqi Ziye, take this!"

The spiritual energy on Yu Quan's Mirror Sword surged, and under the high temperature, the constantly overflowing water droplets were evaporated into steam.

She gritted her teeth, pressed down with the tip of her sword, and where the sword pointed, a hundred water blades shot out simultaneously:

"Cutting Technique - Water Blade!"

From the moment Yu Quanjing began his stance, a stream of clear water quickly condensed on the sword and then flew straight toward Wan Qiziye.

She felt the scorching heat. Yu Quanjing used his sword to control the volume and shape of the water blade, causing it to shrink under the high temperature. When the cut surface reached a certain width and bevel, the water blade's attack power reached its maximum.

Under Yu Quanjing's precise calculations and control, the hundred water blades reached Wanqi Ziye and transformed into countless extremely sharp blades.

Manipulating water flow to condense it into a sharp blade, cutting through anything in its path—this is the water-based cutting technique—Water Blade.

The gleaming blade easily sliced ​​through the air, leaving a thin trail of water.

Wanqi Ziye's crimson eyes flickered slightly.

In the state of Red Eyes, the surrounding temperature rises, and the longer the water blades of Yu Quan Mirror remain in the air, the smaller their size and the faster their speed.

He stared at the water blades that were causing immense damage, and without hesitation, he took out the sword that had been conjured from his folding fan and destroyed them one by one.

The sword clashed with the water blade, and Wanqi Ziye drew his sword to knock it away.

At the same time, water-based spiritual energy continuously emanated from Yu Quanjing's body to cool him down, and the heat from the water vapor also had a temperature.

She watched as Wanqi Ziye was temporarily entangled by the water blades, her gathering of spiritual energy in her hands continuing unabated.

Water vapor in the air is the source of water spirit, and the evaporated steam is also the source of water spirit.

Yu Quanjing's hands, which were gripping the sword, were already covered in blisters of varying sizes from the previous high temperature. Despite this, she still held the sword tightly and silently recited the sword incantation in her mind.

Steam exceeding 100 degrees Celsius is enough to burn a cultivator. She couldn't create magma, but steam is still considered a high-temperature substance.

Yu Quanjing began to move. Instead of retreating, she attacked Wan Qiziye's location.

The sword still carried the aura of water, but this time it wasn't a water blade.

A curtain of water appeared from the sword. The water curtain was very hot and was composed entirely of steam, unlike ordinary water.

Having dodged the sharp blade, Wanqi Ziye quickly recovered. He opened his eyes again, and his temperature rose considerably under the influence of his crimson pupils.

He smiled as he looked at Yu Quanjing, his bright yellow robes slightly curled at the edges in the extremely high temperature.

"It's time to finish."

Wanqi Ziye's pupils turned deep red, and several streams of magma appeared from his hands.

The next second, the magma collided violently with the water curtain.

Ripples appeared on the steam curtain of Yu Quanjing.

She knew the water curtain was about to crack.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little sad. They had the same cultivation level, but with different talents, Wanqi Ziye's pupil technique was stronger than the sword technique she had painstakingly figured out. She was really unwilling to accept it.

Yu Quanjing actually knew the final outcome of her battle with Wan Qiziye.

She is no match for Wan Qiziye.

They've held on for so long, that's already quite an achievement.

but……

She hoped to do even better, good enough to defeat Wanqi Ziye.

Wan Qiziye narrowed his eyes slightly.

Soon, the water curtain shattered, and the water flowed down at an angle.

Wan Qiziye held his palm up, confident that the remaining lava would eliminate Yu Quanjing.

Several streams of magma, each about three fingers wide, were steaming.

After the water curtain shattered, Yu Quanjing continued chanting the sword incantation, and another water curtain appeared, but unfortunately this one did not last long.

It will shatter again in less than a second...

Yu Quanjing thought desperately, her face covered in fine sweat, and the blisters on her hands bursting when she used the sword, causing excruciating pain that pulled at her nerves.

Suddenly, the water curtain seemed to thicken, and the shattering steam curtain was growing larger and larger.

Jiang He stood sideways beside Yu Quanjing, her sword brimming with watery spiritual energy.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"No, I'm fine."

Yu Quanjing's throat moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but for some reason, Jiang He's arrival made her choke up.

Yu Quanjing, who claimed to be alright, was actually in a furnace. The blisters on his hands and the red skin on his body were quickly replaced by blisters on his skin, not to mention the injuries that were aggravated by the high temperature.

Jiang He, holding the Xuan Tie sword, memorized the sword technique for forming the water curtain before reaching Yu Quanjing's side.

Thus, the steam water curtain successfully replicated on Jiang Hejian merged with the water curtain of Yu Quanjing, and the water curtain that was about to break was maintained.

Wan Qiziye's fingers twitched slightly as he looked at Jiang He, who had suddenly appeared.

Jiang He lost a lot of flesh in the violent explosion. Even after replenishing her nutrition, her face, which had gradually become more delicate, lost some flesh. Blood from the damaged capillaries on her face mixed with the flesh, leaving her face bloodshot and in a terrible state.

Jiang He's face and body were equally mutilated, and the only way to identify her as a female cultivator from the Wanjue Academy was by the fact that her blue robes, which were not stained with blood.

When Wanqi Ziye's crimson eyes touched the red ribbon that was half-falling off Jiang He's hair, he quickly recognized Jiang He's identity:

"Commander of Wanjue Academy, Jiang He."

He spoke with certainty, thinking he could quickly eliminate one Ming cultivator, but unexpectedly another one arrived.

During the explosion, Jiang He used her strong metal spiritual energy to protect her entire body. Her earth spiritual energy was also completely depleted after rescuing Yu Quanjing. The water spiritual energy stored in her spiritual veins flowed continuously into the water curtain and would soon be exhausted.

Wanqi Ziye has a fire elemental root.

Fire against fire, or water against fire, or ice against fire.

Jiang He still had two kinds of spiritual energy. She calculated the time. Long Aotian and the Lingqing cultivators led by Ban Su should have finished their battle. She had to leave time for her own cultivators to retreat.

Without much thought, Jiang He's leg bones shattered in the explosion. She leaned against Yu Quanjing, and several ice pillars appeared.

Behind the broken water curtain, ice pillars pierced through the water waves and impacted the lava. Numerous ice pillars appeared continuously, like fire being extinguished, slowing down the lava's speed.

Wanqi Ziye's crimson eyes held a hint of confusion. He suddenly became interested in the two cultivators in front of him; it was rare to see cultivators who could withstand his pupil technique for so long.

Wan Qiziye, eager to eliminate the two, and Jiang He and Yu Quanjing, who withstood the Crimson Eye Technique.

After Jiang He joined, the three formed a strange balance.

Outside the university competition, the noise from the spectators watching the game was much less.

Zhang San's palms were sweating profusely as he gripped the banner.

He stared at the screen, not daring to blink for even a second.

In the tense situation, everyone watched the duel between Wan Qiziye and Jiang He with rapt attention.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators and the one Golden Core cultivator had a vague premonition that one of them would soon break this delicate balance.