The smile on Elder Songhe's lips became more and more crazier, and he said: "Yes, I just took a fancy to your Taiyi jade flute. Do you dare to bet with me?"
Gong Liang was silent.
In fact, he didn't have any confidence in his heart.
"If my disciple Chen'er wins, you will give me the Taiyi jade flute; if Ling Luo is lucky enough to win, I will not be stingy and will give you the Qilin jade bow!"
Elder Songhe spoke with great pride and confidence.
"Are you willing to bet on the Kirin Jade Bow?" Gong Liang was very surprised, and a look of extreme shock flashed through his dark eyes.
Almost every elder has a Taoist artifact that makes him famous, and he regards it as his life.
The Qilin jade bow is the Taoist tool that Elder Songhe regards as his life. As for the Taiyi jade flute in Gong Liang's hand, it was a reward from the master and is not his natal Taoist tool.
Gong Liang was a shrewd old fox. He thought about it in his mind for a long time and decided that it was worth a gamble. The bet he made was obviously not as precious as Song He's.
"Okay! I made a bet!"
Life is a game.
Many times, you have to be brave and take a gamble to have an adventure.
With this mentality in mind, Gong Liang turned his hopeful eyes to the competitive battlefield No. 9.
He was very nervous, his heart was in doubt, and he clenched the Taiyi jade flute in his hand.
Ling Luo, you must win for me!
It was at this time that on the ninth arena, Mr. Chen had finished charging up his energy. With the help of the virtual incarnation of the Qilin Holy Beast behind him, an arrow transformed from the Great Zi Zi Xuan Gang's vitality left the string.
Huge coercion burst out from the arrow and radiated in all directions. The space was torn, the earth trembled, and the bright sun lost its color.
"go!"
Young Master Chen roared loudly, like bells ringing and drums running out, making the sky tremble.
This shout contains the power of Tianlong Bayin, one of the eight magical powers of Yugongque, which encourages the arrows.
Ling Luo's eyes were calm.
The silence reached an extreme level.
In times of crisis, she did not dodge or dodge. Facing the crazy Qilin arrows, she threw out the Sun Temple Flying Sword in her hand.
"God, is that woman crazy?"
"In such a dangerous situation, you actually threw away the weapon in your hand?"
"She can't be desperate and want to die!"
There were exclamations in the stands.
The emotions of the 300,000 disciples in Tianxingtai Arena became tense following Ling Luo's movements.
"Sun Temple! Big!"
Ling Luo stretched out his arms and drew a circle in the air, forming a Yin-Yang Tai Chi shape, with the power of the Holy Light spinning crazily in it.
In an instant, the ordinary-sized flying sword in the shape of a pagoda suddenly stood on the ground, and then quickly grew taller and larger at the speed of a comet hitting the ground.
In just three breaths, that seemingly ordinary flying sword transformed into a giant tower reaching the sky.
The tower covers an area of tens of thousands of feet and is a thousand stories high. It penetrates the clouds and reaches straight into the sky.
What is even more surprising is that the tower is actually covered with fiery red flowing clouds and flame runes.
The temperature of the entire Tianxingtai Arena instantly rose. The 300,000 disciples in the stands were immediately placed in the furnace, feeling extremely uncomfortable and dripping with sweat.
And the arrow that Mr. Chen shot with his unicorn jade bow hit the giant tower directly.
The attack was blocked.
What's even more horrifying is that the arrow flew into the sea like a mud cow and was burned up by a blazing flame that was a thousand feet high, leaving not even a breath left.