In desperation, Jingrong sacrificed three defensive treasures in succession, the soul refining bell, the missing moon cauldron, and the sky-asking shield, to bless her body.
It's a pity that the Thousand Magic Sword Formation is indestructible. In just a few breaths, the three defensive treasures have been worn and penetrated.
Jingrong knew that the defeat was decided.
But when he thought of his brother who was still waiting for his rescue in the hospital bed, he could only grit his silver teeth and make a last-ditch effort.
He bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, sprayed it on the Taoist flying sword in his hand, and quickly killed a thousand flying swords attacking him.
Crack, crackle.
Frame dang dang.
The sound of metal clashing and breaking was very harsh.
A quarter of an hour later, finally, Jingrong cut off a thousand spiritual weapons and flying swords that flew out from the Sun Temple.
The Qianfa Sword Formation has been broken.
Jingrong, who stood in the center, was covered in blood and had countless scratches and wounds, large and small.
The corner of his lips curled up into a gentle smile, and his eyes were still as clear as a stream. He said, "Junior Sister Luo, your future life is indeed terrifying."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell straight back.
Ling Luosheng.
In the auditorium of the Tianxing Platform Arena, all the disciples from the inner and outer sects, who were thirty years old, stood up, raised their arms, and let out a roar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
"Ling Luo, first!"
"Ling Luo, first!"
"Ling Luo, first!"
This is a world where the weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, and the strongest will win the respect of everyone.
One moment, they were cheering for Jingrong, and the next, they turned to herself.
Ling Luo was deeply touched. Under such a fiery atmosphere, her heart was beating like a drum and her blood was boiling.
She smiled slightly and stood on the first arena with a victor's posture.
"Ling Yatou wins!"
The most excited person at the elders' table was the law enforcement elder Gong Liang.
This old guy jumped up disrespectfully, turned around like a young man, smiled at Master Yun Ying and said, "Uncle Master, can you believe it? Ling Yatou actually defeated Jing.
Oh my God! She actually won, hahahaha!"
For a moment, Gong Liang was so proud that he was carried away.
Master Yun Ying also stood up, with a pair of eyes full of admiration, looking at Ling Luo steadily, and said: "This Ling Luo is even more dissatisfying. He is close to the Sun Temple inheritance of Emperor Wu Shi, and he has the ancient Golden Emperor
The golden body of the sacred realm of the lost secret method, and even the Taoist flying sword in Jingrong’s hand are powerless to her.”
Taoist Miaofeng, the leader of Qiongdao Pavilion, also stood up, with a slightly ferocious expression on his face, and a fierce look in his eyes.
She is determined.
Ling Luo, who is number one on the list of geniuses, is the real culprit who killed his beloved disciple Ling Luo.
Now, seeing how talented and amazing Ling Luo is, my heart is getting more and more blocked.
If Ling Luo is allowed to continue to grow bigger, it will be more difficult to kill her. How hateful!
Master Yunying noticed Taoist Miaofeng, turned his head, smiled slightly, and said: "Miaofeng, look at my Yu Gong Que, but there are many talents, and even more talented people than Jingrong!"
"So what if you are talented? This Ling Luo is probably a murderer." Taoist Miaofeng was aggressive and refused to give in.
Master Yun Ying's face turned cold, his kind-hearted expression cleared away, and he said in a cold voice: "Miaofeng, I, Yun Ying, leave my words here today. This Ling Luo, no matter whether she is related to your disciple's death, as long as she
Once she becomes my disciple of Yu Gongque, don’t even think about touching her at all!”