After Meng Jing finished speaking, the aura of the yellow-level spiritual weapon in his hand suddenly surged.
The phantom created instantly turned into a dozen real swords, all floating in the air.
Seeing the sword shadow produced, Su Muyao's pretty face changed.
This was the first time she had seen such a method.
The shadows of each sword were so real, but she wasn't sure whether to distinguish one among them.
However, just deal with it together!
Thinking about it, Su Muyao turned the spiritual weapon in her hand, and bursts of cold air quickly rose from the surface of the ice sword!
"Han Ning Jue!"
Su Muyao shouted softly, and the bursts of cold air around her quickly condensed into ice crystals.
After the soft drink fell, the ice crystals burst out directly at Meng Jing in the void with a crackling sound.
The ice crystals were still in front of Su Muyao, but the next moment they turned into lightning and appeared in front of Meng Jing.
Facing the ice crystal less than one meter away from him, Meng Jing narrowed his eyes slightly but did not dodge.
Instead, he smiled silently.
Immediately, he raised a hand, faced the dozen spiritual weapons produced in front of him, selected one of them, and flicked it with his finger.
The sword body of the spiritual weapon also trembled, and a buzzing sword sound sounded.
After the spiritual weapon seemed to be approved by its owner, it disappeared into the air with a swipe.
"What a speed!"
"Is this still the yellow-level spiritual weapon?"
After seeing Meng Jing flick his finger, the spiritual weapon in the air directly collided with the dozen ice crystals, which also surprised everyone present.
That is a spiritual weapon that is not at the Xuan level. Can it beat an ice crystal condensed from a middle level Xuan level skill?
Let’s not talk about the suppression of skills and levels, let’s just talk about the quantity!
How can one win against a dozen ice crystals with a spiritual weapon?
The next moment, a surprising scene appeared!
The moment the spiritual weapon came into contact with the dozen ice crystals, a harsh sound sounded.
Then, sparks continued to splash out from the surface of the spiritual weapon.
Under the squeeze of more than a dozen ice crystals, the spiritual weapon not only did not break, but on the contrary, it seemed to have become spiritual, and the sword body turned into countless fragments.
The moment countless fragments fell to the ground, they were reassembled into a new spiritual weapon.
"Is this the Demonic Thousand Blades?"
Seeing this familiar scene, Su Muyao was also stunned. Isn't this what she learned from the spiritual weapon Feng Ge before?
How come this young man still has his spiritual weapon?
Unlike Feng Ge, this spiritual weapon shattered itself to reassemble itself.
But Feng Ge wanted to break other spiritual weapons to arm himself.
There is a big essential difference between the two.
Meng Jing looked at the spiritual weapon that acted autonomously and didn't say much.
This is the second level of the Wuxiang Sword Technique, the Wuxiang Sword Spirit.
After a certain amount of spiritual energy is injected into the body of the spiritual weapon, the fictional spiritual weapon will be equivalent to a sword spirit, able to act without having to obey the master's command.
However, what Meng Jing didn't expect was that the injected spiritual weapon would actually sign a contract with him.
Of course Meng Jing did not choose to sign.
After all, he already has the spiritual weapon Long Ji.
If I were allowed to cultivate another spiritual weapon, I might not be able to support the three of them with my daily expenses.
Compared to Long Ji, Meng Goudan is the one who has the biggest headache.
Once you want to practice, then ask yourself for spiritual stones to practice.
How could it possibly be satisfied with its big stomach?
However, this spiritual weapon has begun to possess spiritual consciousness, and the sword spirit in it has also been conceived.
It’s time to give it an owner!
Meng Jing couldn't bear to just leave it alone.
Feeling the spiritual weapon shuttle back and forth among the ice crystals condensed by her, Su Muyao's face was not very good-looking. If you look closely, a layer of fine sweat has already appeared on Su Muyao's face.
Then look at the relaxed look on the other person's face.
It's obvious that what the other party condensed is just a shadow, why does it feel so powerful?
It must be extremely difficult to deal with!
Moreover, the other party also gave me face by using only one spiritual weapon. If the dozens of spiritual weapons in front of me burst out at the same time, I would definitely not be able to bear it.
You can only do it yourself!
Su Muyao clenched the ice sword with her jade hands, without any hesitation, and disappeared on the ground with a sway.
While still watching the power of the fictional spiritual weapon, Meng Jing suddenly became more vigilant when he saw Su Muyao disappear below.
There was a sudden sound, and the dozen or so spiritual weapons in front of him continued to tremble.
The sound of sweet sword sounds sounded,
I saw a beautiful shadow coming quickly from my side.
Feeling the extremely cold sword energy, Meng Jing stepped back.
Su Muyao's sudden attack was completely missed.
However, Meng Jing waved his hand lightly, and a spiritual weapon suspended in front of him seemed to have received the order of its master.
Attacked Su Muyao directly.
Suddenly, two sword auras with different attributes flickered in the void. Wherever the long sword was swung, the sword aura was clear.
In an instant, countless sword marks appeared on the already uneven arena.
"So strong!"
Su Muyao gritted her teeth and said when she saw that neither she nor her sword could compete with the opponent's spiritual weapon.
Is the opponent's strength really only limited to the spirit transformation realm?
How much strength does this person have hidden that has not been exposed?
"Ice Art!"
Feeling the rapid depletion of spiritual energy in her body, after Su Muyao finished speaking, she took out another pill from the ring.
Then, he quickly swallowed it.
A burst of warm spiritual energy quickly flowed into every part of the body, making the weak body once again filled with a sense of strength.
"How long has this been going on?"
"I'm afraid it's been half an hour, right?"
Seeing that the two of them still couldn't tell who was the winner, everyone in the ring was a little stunned.
In their opinion, their eldest lady seems to have used more than two skills.
In addition to using fists, the opponent has only used this spiritual weapon to perform skills once.
Is he still a human being if he can compete with the eldest lady in his realm of spiritual practitioners just once?
Moreover, my young lady is already sweating, and then she looks at the other person's face looking relaxed.
Besides, my young lady is now at war with a spiritual weapon.
This is still a shadow produced by a yellow-class spiritual weapon!
Under such circumstances, they knew without thinking that the young man in front of them was not that easy to deal with!
"How can this little thing be so powerful!"
Su Qingshan, whose face was ashen, also cursed secretly, and his heart was even more furious.
He wanted to secretly help his granddaughter Mu Yao, but if he did so, he would be easily discovered by the Xiao family next to him.
Xiao Qing, who is in the realm of a small spiritual master, can see every move he makes.
Suddenly, when Su Qingshan didn't know how to solve this problem, a cold voice came into his ears.
"Su Qingshan, do you want your granddaughter to win this assessment?"
