Lingchu stood in the crowd, quietly watching the battle between Senior Sister Hongying and Feng Qianshan, and then looked up at other arenas.
It was only half a cup of tea. On top of the fifty arenas, most of the arenas had disciples flying up to compete for their spots.
In the final round, there really was nothing to be polite or hide.
Lingchu thought about it in his mind, and finally flew up directly and occupied one side of the arena.
Although she felt that now was not the best time to enter the ring, her cultivation in the early stages of foundation building made her the easiest target to bully on the ring.
However, Lingchu looked at the dashing and heroic senior sister Hongying in red, and suddenly felt a surge of pride in her heart. She had fought hundreds of battles in the underground arena, so she had nothing to fear now.
As soon as Lingchu stood firm on the stage, his powerful consciousness immediately caught a lot of eyes. These eyes obviously fell on him, and his eyes were ready to move.
However, Lingchu was beautiful and had a sweet smile, but for a while, no disciple immediately jumped into the ring. This always made them feel like they were bullying their junior sister.
"Brothers and sisters, please enlighten me!"
Lingchu stretched out his hand to salute, his eyebrows slightly raised, his clear eyes flashing with a touch of confidence, and a clear voice sounded.
Although there was no direct invitation to fight as openly and openly as Senior Sister Hongying, there was a bit of heartiness when these words came out.
As soon as the words fell, a female disciple in blue flew onto the stage and said with a smile, "Junior sisters, teach each other."
This female cultivator was in the late stage of foundation building. When she finished speaking, a pair of blue water thorns appeared in her hands. On top of the blue water thorns, there were faint water ripples, as if she was swimming in clear water.
Lingchu's clear eyes were curved, and a flying sword like a blur of ink appeared in his hand. The sword body slid through the void, leaving faint traces of ink.
She did not use the sword array, nor did she use the Divine Seal of Thunder Ze, nor did she use her divine consciousness to attack the Netherworld Thorn. If these methods were not controlled well, it would be easy to hurt people.
The female cultivator in blue took the lead, and the blue water thorn rose into the sky, transforming into two blue water dragons condensed from the blue water, whirling towards Lingchu.
Lingchu swung the ink sword in his hand, and used the sword technique he had practiced a long time ago again. The ink sword seemed to be swung out slowly, but it left behind a series of shadows of the ink sword in the void.
Turning his wrist, the ink sword drew a fan-shaped semicircle in front of him. The shadow of the ink sword left behind looked illusory, but it never dissipated.
When a fan shape was drawn, nine ink sword shadows were left in the void.
"Condensation!"
Lingchu shouted softly, and the nine ink sword shadows bloomed with spiritual light. The next moment, they condensed in the air as if they were real.
Nine identical ink swords appeared like this.
The tip of the ink sword in his hand was facing upwards, and the slender white palm formed a seal. He lightly shook the void in front of him, and the nine ink sword shadows buzzed, and the nine sword tips pointed at the female cultivator in blue.
The hand holding the sword loosened, and the ink sword struck out first. The nine ink sword shadows rose up with the sound of the ink sword, turning into nine ink sword lights and following behind the ink sword to slash at the two blue water dragons.
The ink and wash sword was made from the sword pill given by the second senior brother Yan Bei. It is naturally extraordinary to be used as the material of Jindan Zhenren's natal magic weapon. Moreover, coupled with the condensed sword power after hundreds of battles, the ink and wash sword Although the sword does not form a sword formation with the other Liangyi swords, it is just an ink sword. It can be slashed with one sword, which means it is indestructible.
The water dragon was broken, and the blue water splashed everywhere, revealing a pair of water spikes.
The blue water thorns clashed with the ink sword, and the harsh sound echoed throughout the arena.
Effortlessly, the ink sword shined through the body, separating the blue water-splitting thorns, leaving nine ink-wash sword shadows entangled with a pair of water-splitting thorns. The ink-wash sword went straight towards Huanglong and towards Lan Yi. The female cultivator chopped it off.
Its power is as strong as the sky, and the evil spirit is boiling.
Most of the disputes between Taoist cultivators are vigorous and powerful, but the evil spirit in them is rarely so violent.
It seemed as if the move was aimed at directly killing people.
The female cultivator in blue had cold hair standing on her body. There was a sense of crisis in the spiritual platform, and a murderous intention was directly locked on her. If this sword was really struck, she would die!
This is not a competition, this is a life and death fight!
Lingchu didn't know that the evil spirit on the sword was so powerful. She thought that she only used an ink sword and didn't use the sword array, so she was already very restrained. Who knows, for a Taoist cultivator who didn't specially hone his killing intent? Speaking of which, this is also very shocking.
Just when the evil aura of the ink sword was released without concealment, the few disciples on the Taoist Arena who were paying attention to the arena found that the female cultivator in blue was standing frozen on the spot, her face was white, and her smiling expression had long been It disappeared, leaving only big beads of sweat sliding down.
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of True Lord Yuanying above the clouds, as well as True Lord Jin Dan who was presiding over several nearby arenas.
This young girl in green clothes looks calm, with a faint smile on her elegant and smart face, but her moves are like thunder and filled with evil energy.
It is rare for a foundation-building disciple to have such evil aura.
Several Nascent Soul Lords could naturally tell at a glance that although the evil aura on Lingchu's body was heavy, there was no resentment surrounding him. In other words, these evil auras came from a legitimate source and were not some evil deed.
Then there is nothing to worry about.
Righteous monks don't mean that there can't be evil spirits. On the contrary, they are quite satisfied if they can have evil spirits in their attacks. At least, this shows that their disciples are not easy to bully.
As far as the sect is concerned, it is better for one's disciples to bully others than to be bullied by others.
Facing the menacing ink sword, the female cultivator in blue's expression changed. She formed a seal in her hand, as if she was going to perform some magic. She just made the gesture, but it had not changed yet. The female cultivator in blue felt a sudden pain in the sea of consciousness. , as if a needle had pierced into his sea of consciousness.
Suddenly, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and the movements of forming seals on his hands paused slightly.
And at this moment, the ink sword had arrived in front of the female figure in blue.
The female cultivator in blue came back to her senses from the stinging pain in the sea of consciousness. With her clear vision again, she saw a sharp sword tip, facing her eyebrows, leaving less than an inch away.
The faint sword light and evil aura still stung the skin between the eyebrows of the woman in blue despite an inch of distance.
The gestures in her hands were completely stopped, and she blinked her long eyelashes lightly. Looking at the smiling junior sister in the early stage of Foundation Establishment opposite, the female cultivator in blue pursed her lips and said, "I lost."
The divine consciousness technique is really useful.
Lingchu's clear eyes flashed slightly, and he held his hands towards the female cultivator in blue, "Senior sister, admit it."
The female cultivator in blue took a deep look at Lingchu. Although there was no smile on her face, she still extended her hand to return the gift. When she turned to leave, she paused slightly and said, "Lan Nuanyu."
Lingchu was startled for a moment, then smiled with his clear eyes curled up, "Yu Lingchu."
