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Chapter 116: Beat to Death 3
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area instantly became quiet.
Jinghong slowly drew out the cold blade from his back.
The ice-blue cold blade reflected the cold light, and the man in white had no expression on his cold face.
The wind blew by, and the blue hair on her forehead flew with the wind, streaking across her jade-like skin.
His dark and deep eyes stared straight ahead without any emotion.
Cold, downright cold.
Everyone looked at Jinghong holding the cold blade and had the same feeling.
Beside, Elder Lin's eyes widened when his sight touched the cold blade in Jinghong's hand.
"This... this is...?" His lips trembled slightly.
He recognized it. It was the Cold Blade, a cold blade that had been placed in the academy for hundreds of years without being activated.
"Hanren." On the side, Elder An said in a long voice. Looking at the people on the stage, he nodded slightly, "This posture is quite stylish. Hey, Elder Lin, what do you think?"
Elder An turned his head, but when he saw Elder Lin's pale face, he asked in surprise. "Elder Lin, are you feeling uncomfortable? If you feel uncomfortable, go back and rest first."
Elder Lin sat up straight, turned around and glared at Elder An fiercely.
The two of them have been fighting for most of their lives, and there has never been a winner. How could he retreat under such circumstances?
If he left directly, regardless of the outcome, he would directly lose to Elder An in terms of momentum alone.
On the stage, two women faced each other.
One is charming and the other is cold.
However, more people are still willing to keep their eyes on Jinghong...
Qin Xinlan didn't give Jinghong the slightest chance. She pulled out a purple whip from her waist, poured profound energy into the whip, and slapped him directly.
The purple whip was made from the skin of a thousand-year-old purple mang spirit animal. Its toughness was very high. Coupled with Qin Xinlan's true profound level three strength, it was extremely lethal at this moment.
If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to escape this level.
It's a pity that her opponent is Jinghong.
Jinghong looked at the oncoming whip, held the knife in one hand, and turned in a circle, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
The blue light flashed on the blade, and an icy blue arc seemed to appear in the air.
The blue arc gathered into a sphere and headed in the direction of the whip.
"Bang -" there was a violent sound, the purple whip collided with the blue airflow in the air, and a huge white light appeared from between.
The strong momentum came, and Qin Xinlan took two steps back suddenly. The whip in her hand suddenly came out and was thrown not far away.
This was indeed a showdown given to her by Jinghong.
Seeing Jinghong who had the upper hand from the beginning, everyone sighed.
Jinghong just smiled, "Senior, be careful."
Qin Xinlan did not expect that the power of the sword held by Jinghong was so powerful, even her thousand-year-old Purple Mang Whip could not match it.
She gritted her teeth angrily and picked up the whip from the side.
"Of course you have to be careful, I just tried my hand and made preparations!"
"Really? Well, I look forward to the time when you try your best." Jinghong's smile became deeper and deeper.
The fifteen-year-old Jinghong has already grown up, and because he has experienced soaking in a blood pool during his training, he is even more mature than his peers.