"Stab it!"
The sword energy streaked across the void, like a shooting star chasing the moon, slashing down with unparalleled momentum.
He couldn't avoid it. The black cloak was just an ordinary cloak. It broke almost in the blink of an eye. The sharp sword energy with murderous intent cut open the cloak and brought out a bloody flower.
Between the collarbone and shoulder blade, a stinging pain deeply stimulated Lingchu's mind.
Under the severe pain, he could hardly hold the ink sword in his right hand.
With a thought, two Liangyi swords, one black and one white, emerged from the void like black and white fish with great agility. They also passed through the man's shoulders quickly and sharply like a meteor chasing the moon.
However, although this black-and-white Liangyi sword is far more spiritual than the previous sword, and its sharpness is far superior to that of the opponent, its aura of attacking the enemy with indomitable force is much inferior.
Not to mention what the master said, with one sword shot and one thought, he could kill all the enemies in the world.
Even if the sword pierces both shoulders, the opponent's attack still remains unabated.
Not only did it not decrease, the monk on the opposite side also used the Liangyi Sword to swim back, instantly closing the distance with Lingchu.
In an instant, Lingchu saw the sinister smile on the face of the monk opposite.
Her heart skipped a beat, Lingchu frowned slightly, but she still softened her heart.
Those two swords just now should have gone straight to the fatal point.
This was Lingchu's first battle. The monk on the opposite side was also in the early stage of foundation building, and he was also a monk using a flying sword weapon.
However, the monk on the opposite side has already played more than ten games, and the winning rate is between 50 and 50.
Without the slightest hesitation, another Liangyi sword that had been hidden suddenly appeared from behind the opposite monk, and pierced the heart directly with the sword.
The protective spiritual power was easily pierced by the Liangyi sword, and the tip of the sword penetrated the chest. Before the blood dripped, the Liangyi sword turned into a stream of light and was stored in Lingchu's sleeve.
The monk who had just stretched out his hand, intending to launch a sneak attack at close range, had a sinister smile on his face, and his aura only weakened in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.
The murderous Liangyi sword in his sleeve rang softly.
Lingchu's usually elegant face was slightly tinged with a hint of sharpness.
He exhaled the turbid breath in his chest, because the fatal part of Lingchu's Liangyi Sword was at the heart. The wound was not big, and it was extremely fast, but it was not so bloody.
"White Tiger, win, gain one point."
The monk in charge of the arena dutifully stepped forward to check on the dead monk, picked up the storage bag at his waist, checked it first, and then handed it directly to Lingchu.
Lingchu took half of it and returned the rest to the monks in the arena.
This is also an unwritten rule in the arena. Any monk who dies on the stage will have his storage bag divided equally between the winner and the arena.
Of course, the winning monk can also choose not to use the contents of this storage bag, but use half of it to exchange for equivalent points with the fighting arena.
Since this dead monk was killed by Lingchu, the things belong to Lingchu.
Lingchu took away the spirit stones and some useful elixirs, but as for the magic weapons and the like, they remained motionless.
A monk's magic weapon is an uncertain thing. Who knows whose soul mark is on it, but don't ask for trouble.
After the monks in the arena worked on Lingchu's score card, Lingchu put away the ink sword and score card and walked out of the underground arena.
He moved his shoulders slightly, and felt a sharp pain.
Lingchu couldn't help but grit her teeth. She didn't expect that on the first day, in the first game, she would already be injured.
Before he had time to feel the injury on his shoulder, a faint spiritual power climbed onto Lingchu's shoulder and penetrated into the ferocious wound.
Lingchu just walked from the stands to the entrance of the underground arena. The injury on his shoulder was mostly healed.
Moreover, it was a little itchy.
He resisted the urge to scratch and moved his shoulders from time to time. In the eyes of the monks coming and going, Lingchu seemed to be enduring the pain in his shoulders.
The Dao body can only repair the physical body. As for the cracked marks on the cloak and the blood that has been stained, they cannot be eliminated no matter what.
Naturally, Lingchu would not let his injuries recover too quickly.
Therefore, anyone who sees Lingchu can see the blood stains on his shoulders at a glance.
...
In the black market, a figure wearing a white ghost-headed mask suddenly appeared in many places in the black market.
The monks who have been in the black market for a long time all know that the owner of the white ghost mask has been in the black market all year round, looking for a precious elixir.
Naturally, the owner of the white ghost mask became very familiar with the people in the black market.
It seems that now, as soon as the owner of the White Ghost Mask appears on the black market street, many monks greet the White Ghost Mask monk.
"Old Ghost Liu, are you here again?"
"Senior Baigui, are you here?"
A series of deep voices sounded, belonging to some vendors on the black market streets. The familiar tone meant that they were obviously acquaintances, and they should have a good relationship.
The owner of the White Ghost Mask heard these congratulations and looked at the sky in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Through the mask, the white ghost master's voice was a little dark and seemed to be very hoarse, but the words he spoke were very kind.
"Liu is here again."
This tone even brought some expectations.
There was no need to wait for the monk in the white ghost mask to ask, as many stall owners spoke one after another.
"I haven't heard of any resurrection grass today."
"I've never heard of it here either."
"I haven't heard of it either."
"I know I know!"
Suddenly, among a bunch of unknown voices, a childish voice emerged.
The monk in the white ghost mask froze, his hands were like thunder, and he pulled out the person who said this almost in an instant.
He was a young boy, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his cultivation level was only Qi training.
He was suddenly caught out, and he was still a little stunned.
"What did you say!" The white ghost masked monk's raised voice fully reflected his inner anxiety.
The young man was in a daze, but after being yelled at by the monk in the white ghost mask, he suddenly came back to his senses.
After hesitating for a while, he started to speak.
He had heard of someone selling this resurrection grass half a month ago, but later it seemed that the news was false. Now, there is no other news.
Even though this was useless news, the white ghost masked monk sighed, still took it out of his sleeves and grabbed a hand full of spiritual stones.
Handing the spirit stone to the young man, the monk wearing the white ghost mask did not show any embarrassment or disappointment. The young man also did not refuse and accepted it directly.
After letting the young man go, the monk in the white ghost mask hid the lonely look on his face, walked unhurriedly to the place where the black market reward was posted, and posted the paper in his hand.
There is a lifelike elixir painted on it, and the number of spiritual stones for a reward is written below, one hundred high-grade spiritual stones.
At the same time, it was stamped with a black market seal, indicating that the reward was guaranteed by the black market.
"Mengyi, don't be afraid, grandpa will definitely find a way to rescue you."
The monk who happened to be passing by, wearing a black cloak and a tiger mask, paused slightly.
