Only the spirit of a divine weapon can have the ability to manifest itself. There is no doubt that what Qin Yun is holding is a divine sword, and the fact that he can control the sword with his hand to activate the sword spirit proves that he has mastered this magical weapon!
But how is this possible?
Normally, only those who have reached the realm of transformation can control the divine weapon and sword spirit. If an innate warrior attempts to control the divine weapon spirit, he will only be severely injured by the power of the sword spirit.
But now Qin Yun has completely broken this common sense!
The black-robed old man whose surname was Ouyang flashed his eyes and looked at Zuo Ci: "I didn't expect that Tiancheng Sword Sect would not hesitate to use the power of great supernatural powers for the sake of a disciple. I admire you!"
He thought it was a powerful man from the Tiancheng Sword Sect who helped Qin Yun subdue the sword spirit. This was the only possible explanation.
However, doing so not only requires the powerful person with magical powers to expend a lot of strength, but also the wielder of the magical weapon cannot fully exert the power of the magical weapon. At most, it is stronger than the best spiritual sword.
Zuo Ci smiled and said: "If you are afraid, it is okay to cancel this duel."
In fact, when the sect elder knew that Qin Yun actually possessed a magic weapon, he was very shocked and curious, but he did not ask about the reason, so he had strong confidence in Qin Yun's victory over Long Fei.
, Otherwise, why would you take out the protector Yujue, who is more important than your own life, as a mortgage?
Seeing the shocked and confused look on his old rival's face, Zuo Ci felt as if he was drinking ice water in the dog days of summer. Not to mention how refreshing it was, he lost no time in driving his opponent into a blind corner.
According to the rules of the sword duel, there are no restrictions on the swords used by both sides in the duel. If the Beiming Sect is timid and avoids fighting because Qin Yun shows off his magic weapon, then they will only be embarrassed.
The old man in black robes said angrily: "Cancel? What can the magic weapon do? Are we really afraid? One piece of black ink marrow jade is not enough, it doesn't matter, I will add two more!"
He waved his robe sleeves, and two black lights instantly flew out from the sleeves and landed steadily on the silver plate filled with spiritual jade.
Astonishingly, they were two pieces of crystal-clear black ink marrow jade!
Long Fei was also extremely shocked at first, but after hearing the words of the old man in black robe, he quickly regained his composure, with a trace of mockery on his lips.
The other party's expression did not escape Qin Yun's sharp eyes. He secretly cried out that it was a pity.
He showed the Tianwen Divine Weapon at this time, and it seemed like he was forced to reveal his trump card. In fact, Qin Yun wanted to use the Divine Weapon to create psychological pressure on his opponent, so that Long Fei would be restrained in the battle and not dare to fight head-on.
It's a pity that his wishful thinking was misinterpreted by the old man in black robes, but it doesn't matter. It's a good thing that Long Fei underestimated the power of the magic weapon, and he also got two more pieces of black ink marrow jade as a bet.
Of course, Qin Yun will never underestimate his opponent because of this. He believes that Long Fei must also have the trump card to win.
The eyes of the two people collided again, and they almost simultaneously spread out their body skills and jumped out of the island stand. They rushed towards the second battle ring and landed firmly on the battle island in an instant.
Long Fei took the lead. He saluted the ancestor of Shen Tong who was guarding the battle arena and said, "Disciple Long Fei, I'm going to challenge Qin Yun, the Tiancheng Sword Sect, over the ranks. Please allow me from my ancestor!"
Qin Yun then bowed and said: "Please allow me, ancestor!"
The ancestor of the magical power raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "The sword competition will last until the point is reached, it's accurate!"
The final word!
The showdown between the two sides has officially begun!
There were thousands of warriors in the stands on the isolated island, and tens of thousands of spectators on the shore of the lake. Almost everyone held their breath at this moment, nervously watching this competition on which huge bets had been placed.
Will the talented disciples of Beiming Sect who are determined to take revenge win, or will the disciples of Tiancheng Sword Sect who came from afar defeat their opponents again? No one knows the correct answer!
Long Fei stood thirty steps away from Qin Yun. The restless and fanatical look in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and his whole person exuded an aura of Yuan Yue Zhi, as if he was a solidified statue.
statue.
Qin Yun's pupils shrank. The feeling Long Fei gave him was unfathomable. In just over two years, this opponent's strength seemed to have improved faster than him.
"Senior Brother Ouyang, you said Fei'er this time..."
In the Beiming Sect's stands, Long Fei's master, the old man in green robe, couldn't help but look nervous.
He had put so much effort into Long Fei. Without his painstaking training at all costs, Long Fei would not have grown by leaps and bounds to an unprecedented level in less than three years.
But the green-robed old man also knew very well that Long Fei's level had improved too quickly. The biggest problem was his unstable foundation.
For this duel, he was not confident that he would win, but he also understood that only if Long Fei defeated Qin Yun would he be able to get rid of his inner demons and hope to advance to the realm of Huagang.
The old man in black robe looked extremely gloomy and whispered: "If Long Fei loses this battle again, then he had better die in the ring, otherwise..."
The old man in green robe suddenly felt a chill in his heart. How could he not understand what the other party meant.
If you win, everything is easy to say. If you lose, not only will the Beiming Sect lose face, but the black-robed old man's entire net worth will be involved. Although Long Fei is the black-robed old man's nephew, there is no comparison with this favor.
Three hundred pieces of top quality spiritual jade plus two pieces of black ink marrow jade.
The old man in black robe said slowly: "You don't have to worry too much. The soul-eating ring I exchanged for Long Fei is a medium-grade magic weapon, which is integrated with the secret method of the witch sect. Only Long Fei will not use it carelessly, even if it is a magic weapon.
Even the strong cannot resist it!"
"In addition to the Nine Heavens Thunder Sword you gave him, if he still loses like this, it's okay for this disciple to not want it!"
The old man in green robe was silent for a moment. He regarded Long Fei as his son, but the old man in black robe reminded him that Long Fei was just one of his disciples.
Clang!
On the battle island, Long Fei finally pulled out his weapon.
The long sword shining with dots of thunder on the surface lay in front of him. The index finger and ring finger of his left hand gently stroked the sword body, leaving a bright red blood stain.
The blood quickly blended into the sword body, and the light blue sword glowed faintly with purple light.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Sword is also a very famous top-grade spiritual sword in Beiming Sect. It contains the power of thunder and lightning, is powerful and sharp, and it took Long Fei a full year to subdue the sword spirit and take it as his own.
have.
Because of this sword, countless fellow sect members secretly envy, jealousy and slander him.
And now, Long Fei wants to use this sword to wash away the shame he has suffered and let everyone witness his re-emergence. He is still the most talented young disciple of Beiming Sect!
The light in his eyes became extremely fierce, like a wolf that had locked onto its prey, and the invisible murderous aura instantly filled the entire arena.
Qin Yun felt the changes in his opponent. He released his innate pressure without hesitation, and violently collided with the opponent's outward momentum.
On the Battle Island, the situation changed in an instant! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
