Ling Luo was almost speechless. This Mr. Chen wanted to kill people, but he kept talking.
However, that flying sword in the shape of a silver snake looks pretty good, a high-end magic weapon.
The mid-level magical weapon Biyu just mentioned, Longyuan Sword, is much stronger.
However, the other party's cultivation level has already reached the Great Perfection of the late Nascent Soul, so it should not be underestimated.
Since Ling Luo's heart problem, she has never been able to spare the energy to practice, and she is still stuck in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
She could feel that she was only a piece of paper away from the late Nascent Soul stage.
After her heart problem was solved, she would concentrate on practicing and pierce the layer of paper.
Facing Master Chen's surprise attack, Ling Luo remained calm and took out the flying sword transformed from the Sun Temple from the black jade space ring.
Mr. Chen's Silver Snake Flying Sword was shining with cold light. He struck viciously and aimed directly at Ling Luo's heart.
Ling Luo's beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, and with a full sword strike, the iron rope crossed the river and blocked her chest.
"哐"!
The Silver Snake Flying Sword hit the Sun Temple Flying Sword, making a dull metal collision sound.
Silver Snake's curved sword body twitched violently.
Yes, cramps.
Ling Luo really saw that the flying sword was alive.
Mr. Chen's expression suddenly changed and he quickly withdrew the flying sword, but it was already too late. There was already a crack on the sword body, like the cracks of broken porcelain.
"Ling Luo, how dare you hurt my Silver Snake Flying Sword! Do you know that this flying sword was made by our master, Elder Wenxiang, using the precious blood and bones of the eighth-level demon beast Silver Snake Flying Python, which took seventy-seven to forty years to complete?"
Nine days, refined?!"
Mr. Chen's nose was almost crooked with anger.
This Silver Snake Flying Sword is his treasure.
The inner disciples basically have an intermediate magic weapon in their hands. Only the true disciples are eligible to receive the high-level magic weapon given by the elders.
As for the spiritual weapon Xiongyang Trapped Demon Lock he used to capture the flying demon today, it belonged to his master, Elder Wen Xiang, and was borrowed from him for temporary use.
In Jade Gong Palace, only elder-level figures are qualified to possess spiritual weapons above magical weapons.
"What is that in your hand? It can actually hurt my Silver Snake Flying Sword?"
Besides being angry, I was even more shocked.
Mr. Chen stared intently at Ling Luo's hand. The flying sword looked like a sword but not a sword, like a tower but not a tower. He vaguely felt a majestic power.
Why?
Will she have such a good flying sword in her hand?
He had been working in Jade Gongque for decades, and finally obtained such a high-level magic weapon. And Ling Luo actually had a flying sword that was many levels stronger than his own.
Spiritual weapon?
No! It is higher than the Xiongyang Trapped Demon Lock in his hand.
Is it a treasure?
Or even a Taoist weapon?
The more Mr. Chen thought about it, the more frightened he became. Besides jealousy, greed gradually arose in his heart.
As long as she kills Ling Luo, the powerful flying sword of unknown grade on her body will belong to her.
When Ling Luo saw Mr. Chen staring at his Sun Temple dreamily, he understood immediately and a sneer appeared on his lips.
Want to buy something from her?
It's a bit too courageous.
"Xiaoluo!"
Xuanyuan Yu glanced at Ling Luo worriedly, "You are not in good health."
He could see that she wanted to take action.
"It's okay, I have Ye Ling's Teardrop Stone." Ling Luo's blood boiled all over her body, and a sharp gleam flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Seeing that Ling Luo was determined to fight, Xuanyuan Yu stopped trying to dissuade her. He understood her temper.