"Miaofeng, I heard that your Qiongdao Pavilion has recently produced a top master, named Jue. When the competition is over, you can compete with our Jingrong to see who is the best of his generation."
Taoist Miaofeng raised his eyebrows, with a cold smile on his lips, and said, "Okay, this is a good suggestion."
After saying that, she turned back, took a deep look at the frosty girl, and said, "Jue, did you hear what Master Yunying meant? Let's learn from each other."
"Yes, Master!"
The girl's face was stern, her eyes were slender, and the corners of her eyes were hanging up. At first glance, she had a ferocious face.
At this moment, on the first arena, the struggle has reached a fever pitch.
Jingrong's instant killing technique is indeed amazing.
What he held in his hand was a Taoist flying sword. It struck Ling Luo's throat in an instant, and it was a powerful magical weapon that killed him with one blow.
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and he turned his body to the right to avoid the sword edge.
But even though the flying sword missed the vital point of her neck, it still penetrated her left arm.
"哐"
There was a harsh scraping sound of metal.
When the flying sword pierced Ling Luo's left arm, it just scratched the skin, and he felt an extremely hard blocking force, and he could no longer move forward even half a minute.
Jingrong's complexion changed slightly, and her eyes, as quiet as a clear spring, also stirred up waves.
"What's going on? Why can't it be scratched?!"
Impossible, the flying sword in his hand is the Taoist weapon reward he got when he won the last ranking competition of Tianjiao Ranking!
Ling Luo's hanging heart was relieved, and a layer of white hair sweat appeared on her back.
There has never been a moment like this when she was grateful to Master Moonlight for teaching her the secret method of the Holy Golden Body.
That is a Taoist weapon!
With Jingrong Shen's transformational strength, with that sword strike just now, if she didn't have a holy golden body, her entire left arm would have been cut off!
Jingrong felt something strange and quickly withdrew the flying sword.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
In a battle between masters, a single mistake can determine defeat.
"Thousand Magic Sword Formation!"
Ling Luo sacrificed the flying sword of the Sun Temple, stimulating the spiritual power of the Holy Light to the greatest extent.
The Sun Temple separated her from Jingrong, and in the center, it kept getting bigger, bigger, and bigger again.
This is her ultimate move.
Victory or failure depends on this.
During the battle between Ling Luo and Mr. Chen, Jing Rong had seen Ling Luo use the magical power to enlarge the artifact Sun Temple, and immediately became wary and took two steps back.
Unfortunately, Jingrong only saw the surface and failed to see through the thousand spiritual weapons and flying swords hidden in the Sun Temple.
"go!"
Ling Luo summoned a thousand spiritual weapons and flying swords. With the power of riding the wind and controlling the air, they shattered the void, whirled and roared, shot out from the thousand-story tower, and violently attacked in the direction of Jingrong.
go.
Although these flying swords were obtained in the battlefield outside the Shura territory dominated by addiction, they have been tempered for countless days and nights in the Temple of the Sun, and they are no longer the same.
Jingrong's expression suddenly changed.
It can be said that he has never been so out of control in his life.
The 300,000 inner and outer disciples in Jade Gong Palace have never seen the always calm senior brother show such an expression.
Jingrong felt that what surrounded him were not a thousand spiritual weapons and flying swords, but a giant beast from the wild, opening its sword-like mouth and capable of devouring him in an instant.