The arc of Feng Jing's pendulum fan changed, and the wind force changed. The wooden wheel stopped for a moment, and started to spin wildly at will. Dozens of chains were seen coming out of the strong wind in front of him, piercing the sky-shaking talisman respectively. The talisman instantly faded. The color was gloomy white. Zhentian vomited out blood and shouted: "Bead chain." The suspended beads emitted dozens of rays of light and shot at the rune. The broken rune actually solidified again, emitting black light, shocking the sky wildly. Shaking the bell in her hand, Feng Jing was not to be outdone and increased her strength.
Two strands of energy squeezed in the air, "It is said that the strength of Wind Lock Technique is measured by the number of chains. Senior Sister Feng is really strong." "Look at the black talismans, and Senior Brother Zhen is not an ordinary person." Who do you think will win?" "Whatever, as long as it looks good." "Yeah."
Both of them seemed to be trying their best. When the energy was about to explode, Feng Jing suddenly changed the angle and shook the feather fan. In the center of the wind, a thicker chain was pierced than before, pointing directly at Zhentian. Zhentian secretly said that it was not good, but With nothing to do, the chain finally hit the rosary suspended in the air. The rosary trembled and the beads fell to the ground. As if Zhen Tian had been hit hard, he suddenly fell to the ground and vomited blood, and the bell in his hand also shattered. On the elders' stage. "Feng Jingsheng, one of the twelve advanced to the southern sect." "Long live eldest sister!" "Well done eldest sister." Mu Ziyun and the other three were very excited, especially Hu Zi, who was overwhelmed with shouts. "Ahem" Zhentian looked pale, "I didn't expect you to still have a hand." Feng Jing snorted coldly and walked out of the field without paying attention to Zhentian. Looking at Feng Jing's back, Zhentian said cruelly in his heart: "Don't be so arrogant. It's too early, you wait, I will make your life worse than death." Because she had to register with the elders, Feng Jing did not go directly to see Mu Ziyun and the others. Even so, the three of them danced their arms excitedly. The eldest sister is the eldest sister, and her strength is really ahead of them. There was a commotion outside the field, and the disciples discussed the competition for half an hour.
After watching the eldest sister's annual exam, the three of them lost interest in the next competition and planned to go find some food. "Silence" There was silence again, "The fourth player from the northern faction rushed forward to challenge Feng Jing, the 12th player from the southern faction." "What!" Mu Ziyun and the other two people stood up outside the field and turned around in shock. There was actually a disciple from the Northern Sect who crossed the sect to challenge a lower-level disciple, and it was Feng Jing who had just finished a competition. "By the way, I remembered, isn't Zhenchong Zhentian's brother?" "Yes" Huzi said angrily. Zhongshuo scolded: "It's so shameless." Mu Ziyun felt faintly uneasy, "It's okay, if you can't beat me, you can admit defeat." But with the high character of the sister, would she really run away without a fight?
Feng Jing returned to the field soon. She was angry and shocked. She knew that the Northern School disciples were unfathomably powerful. She knew she was no match. Moreover, these two brothers were not good people. She would inevitably be persecuted, but she did not want to give up. After all, she was young. The exam only happens once a year. This is a rare opportunity to practice. After thinking about it for a while, I made up my mind to give it a try and see the gap between me and the Northern School. If I really can't do it, I will admit defeat. In the crowd, Zhentian looked at Feng Jing gloomily. As long as you dare to challenge, you will die. Do you think you will have a chance to admit defeat? Haha, if you offend me, you will not leave alive.
Feng Jing and Zhen Chong have arrived at the venue. Zhen Chong looked at Feng Jing arrogantly. He entered the Northern Faction with the same resources as Zhentian. He relied on talent and ruthlessness. There were only five members in the Northern Faction, but they were all combat soldiers. He just came out of seclusion because of Zhentian's request. He looked at Feng Jing with a sneer and would never hesitate to kill Zhenchong. Feng Jing took out a red kit from her arms, "opened" the kit exploded, and an oil lamp appeared in Feng Jing's hand, "It's a flame lamp." "No, this spell is too far behind the Wind Lock Technique." "How could Feng Jing not know the difference in this technique, but she had no choice. In order to challenge Zhentian, she had already used the best spell. After using it, the magic tool would become useless and need to be remade. This is also the reason why magic requires wealth to support it. Who would have expected After the earthquake, there were higher-level disciples who would challenge her. Feng Jing had two tips left, and finally chose the flame lantern. "What should we do, Mu Ziyun?" Although Hu Zi is the eldest brother of Li Mu and Mu Ziyun, Mu Ziyun still has more ideas when making necessary decisions. "It's okay. The worst is to admit defeat." "But what if the shock attack doesn't stop?" Li Mu was worried, "Their brothers are very insidious." Huzi stood up anxiously, but Mu Ziyun calmed down at this moment, "It's okay, just listen to me." Huzi Although Li Mu was eager, he had no choice but to listen to Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun said quietly in his heart, "Fire, if it's fire, I might be able to help my eldest sister."
Zhen Chong took out the black brocade bag and exploded. It turned out to be a talisman control technique. After three breaths, the talisman lifted into the air and the rosary also floated. Feng Jing saw this and used magic to blow the oil lamp, spraying out flames as big as peas. A raging fire spread out, and the bell in Zhen Chong's hand rang. The runes in the air emitted black light. The black light was surprisingly dark. Dozens of runes rushed towards the flames and were submerged as soon as they came into contact. Feng Jing felt a sudden change in his heart. Trembling, the power of that talisman was comparable to that of Zhentian. He was definitely no match, so he concentrated his energy and gathered his mana to make a last-ditch effort. He saw the flame heart of the oil lamp turning from yellow to blue, and the intensity of the fire doubled. Zhen Chong saw He sneered and rang the bell manually, and the runes that flew into the fire flew out intact, surrounding the flames and controlling the fire, eh? Feng Jing felt deeply uncomfortable. This was the rune world, and she was imprisoned in this flame. In the crowd, Zhen Tian smiled sinisterly, no one can easily open Big Brother's rune world, and you will definitely die today. Zhen Chong threw the bell out, and it floated together with the rosary. He took out a gray brocade bag in his left hand, and it exploded. It was a silver long bow, "Oh my god, it's the Demon Evil Suppressing Demon Bow, one of the most powerful spells in the sect." Zhen Chong can actually use two kinds of spells at the same time!" Zhen Chong held the bow in his left hand and pulled the string with his right hand. The black arrow-shaped energy condensed from the magic power on the bow pointed directly at Feng Jing, "Sister, admit defeat" Hu Zi and Li Mu stood up and shouted . Feng Jing used all her magic power, but she couldn't move the rune world at all. The rune world also blocked the sound and couldn't call for help. Am I going to die here today? Turning back, he looked at Mu Ziyun and the others, with smiles on their pale faces and tears in their eyes filled with reluctance.
"Sister" "Damn it, Zhenchong, stop it," Huzi roared angrily. Fire, can you hear me? Mu Ziyun looked at the flames in front of Feng Jing. The fading fire started to tremble. I know you can hear me. I want you to surrender to me, like before, or be my companion. ,Give me strength. Feng Jing sensed something was wrong. The flame of the oil lamp in her hand kept trembling violently. The fire around her seemed to be out of her control. Zhen Chong let go of her right hand and shot out a black arrow. Mu Ziyun stood up, ignored the thousands of voices around her, protected her, protected her at all costs, come on, burn, burst, don't care, don't restrain, let everything that tries to get close to her disappear, bloom like before , explode, come on, be angry. A dazzling light appeared in the rune world, and then, boom, a huge explosion shook the disciples outside the field. The flames in the sky swallowed Feng Jing, forming a fire storm in the center. The storm continued to explode, it was molten slurry and fierce flames. The black arrow was dissolved into black gas before it touched the flame. Zhen Chong looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. The fire kept spreading and rolling. Even the great elder on the elders' stage was deeply shocked. This was the result of the flame lamp. Power? Absolutely not. She is a young lady from the Feng family. I have seen her many times. This spell is not just a high-level one. Is it the luck level? No, it is impossible. But the flame is so powerful that even if I used fire as a Even the respected leader Zhao couldn't reach it. The heat on the field continued to rise, and the great elder seemed to feel like he was going to be melted by the fire. The disciples outside the field looked haggard and collapsed on the ground. It was not that they did not want to escape, but that the fiery aura made it difficult for them to breathe. The fire was still spreading, and Zhenchong was already lying on the ground frothing at the mouth. He was closest to the flames and suffered the heaviest pressure from the fire. "Enough, enough, you win," the great elder shouted weakly, but the fire did not spread. Decrease but rise higher and higher.
Mu Ziyun sat on the stone steps. Hu Zi beside him had fainted, but he was unhurt. Sure enough, can I control fire? Mu Ziyun looked at the fallen disciples around him, "That's enough, let's end it." The flame seemed to be like Even though he didn't receive the order, it was still exploding. Muzi Yunhuangshen looked at the fire, and for a long time, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Put it out for me." Rumbling, heavy rain accompanied by thunder and strong wind poured down. The fire scene suddenly disappeared, the heavy rain stopped, and the disciples felt as if they were on the verge of a general amnesty. The scene was shocked and already unconscious. Feng Jing stood there blankly, only remembering that she was swallowed by the flames, but she didn't know what happened next. The Great Elder stood up slowly and said feebly: "That's it for today. Feng Jingsheng, the fourth ranked Northern Sect."
