Four hundred and fortieth chapters final challenge (eighteen)
All sects' magical weapons registered with the imperial court are prohibited from being used in court competitions. This is the default rule. Small sects like the Iron Crown Sect generally only have one magical weapon, or at most two.
Once this kind of magic weapon is borrowed, lost, or robbed and killed midway, it means that the Iron Crown Sect has also lost the foundation of its establishment and will disappear into thin air.
As for the imperial court, any sect that loses its sect-establishing magical artifact will be immediately removed from the registration, and will no longer have the right to establish a sect based on spiritual lines or recruit disciples.
Therefore, it is rare for any sect to lend its basic bronze blood magic weapon to its disciples. People in Heishui Cliff did not expect that the Iron Crown Sect would dare to do this!
"My lord, my lord! Disqualify him, this guy violated the rules!"
A disciple named Heishuiya shouted, trying to attract the examiner's attention. However, among the noisy crowd, several examiners in the distance made no move, and it was not clear whether they heard it or not.
No one paid attention to the candidates around them.
"That's enough! Can't you see it yet? This is a newly refined magical weapon!"
A cold and stern shout came from the side.
Upon hearing Zhang Daoyi's scolding, all the disciples from Heishuiya lowered their heads and remained silent.
Zhang Daoyi had a cold face, as cold as frost, and his face was equally ugly. Yang Ji actually had a bronze blood weapon, and the grade was not low. This is really the most incredible thing that happened in this martial arts examination!
With this important weapon, Yang Ji even has the qualifications to apply to the imperial court to register a small sect. As long as he passes the assessment, he can start a sect and establish a sect!
Not even he has such qualifications!
Heishui Cliff has a respected position, powerful strength, and the magic weapons of masters are as dense as sand. But all those magic weapons are inside the cliff, not Zhang Daoyi's own.
In other words, even if he holds seven or eight magic weapons in his hand, he only has the "right to use" but not the "right to own". The right of ownership lies with Heishui Cliff!
With this magic weapon alone, Yang Ji has surpassed all the candidates this year!
The only person who could rival and compare with him was Sima Shaozhen. Even Wei Boyang did not have this qualification.
Because Wei Boyang's birth was destined, he, like himself, only had the "right to use" but not the "right to own". It was impossible to establish a sect by relying on the magic weapon in his hand.
But even Sima Shaozhen is impossible to do such a thing. The Sima family in the northwest is a military lineage. It is impossible to establish any sect!
In other words, if Yang Ji is willing, he is already the leader of a sect.
But what Zhang Daoyi cared about the most was not this, but the strong smell of fire emanating from the magic weapon above Yang Ji's head.
This is clearly a new magical weapon that has just come out of the furnace, and the smell of the furnace fire has not yet completely dissipated.
"Dihuoshan Manor! Dihuoshan Manor must have refined it for him! In the entire eastern border, they are the only ones with this kind of strength!"
Zhang Daoyi's heart was full of emotions, and he was so angry that his teeth itched.
He also inquired about Dihuoshan Manor and found that they would not help others refine magic weapons easily. Even aristocratic and wealthy families had to be rejected. Zhang Daoyi then gave up his attention. Otherwise, he would also ask Dihuoshuo Manor to help him make one.
Bronze blood magic weapon.
But unexpectedly, Dishan Manor rejected all the wealthy families and built a bronze blood magic weapon for Yang Ji. This is equivalent to doing Yang Ji a big favor!
If it weren't for Dihuoshan Villa, Yang Ji would have been eliminated by now. How could he still compete with Sima Shaozhen and have great hope of winning?!
"Tu Su Renxiong, you are so kind to one and the other! Let's see how you explain it to everyone after this incident!"
Zhang Daoyi hated Yang Ji and also hated Tu Su Renxiong.
The friend of the enemy is the enemy. Although Zhang Daoyi still cannot deal with a hero like Tu Su Renxiong, it is still okay to go back to the sect and report to the elders of Heishui Cliff.
I believe that the elders of Ya will never let him benefit. And there is no need for Heishui Ya to come forward. After this martial arts examination alone, those families, nobles, and wealthy families who have repeatedly been rejected will probably be able to kill Tu Su Renxiong with their burning anger.
Obliterated.
You know, Tu Su Renxiong had sworn before, claiming that he would never refine any bronze blood weapons again. But was this oath broken too quickly?
"Wang Tai really picked an incredible student!"
Under the ring, Zhou Tong, the chief examiner of Imperial City who was presiding over the competition, slowly closed his open mouth and looked up, sighing.
This game took a surprising turn. Yang Ji suddenly had hope of defeating Zhang Daoyi. Even Zhou Tong did not expect this.
Frankly speaking, although Yang Ji defeated Zhang Pu, he actually didn't think highly of Yang Ji at all.
Yang Ji must also know what happened in the game with Zhang Pu. Zhang Pu didn't really lose in that game.
It's just that Yang Ji took advantage of some of Zhang Pu's own flaws, expanded them infinitely, and finally defeated him. Using a strategy other than strength already speaks for itself.
However, when it was Sima Shaozhen's turn, it was different. He didn't have any flaws that Yang Ji could take advantage of. If Yang Ji wanted to defeat him, he could only use his own strength to defeat him without any tricks.
Yang Ji before this did not have this kind of strength at all!
But after that, Yang Ji was completely different!
Frankly speaking, Yang Ji has made up for his biggest shortcoming and biggest shortcoming compared with those children of aristocratic families, with the huge resources, weapons and magic weapons provided by his huge family background!
Yang Ji, who has made up for this huge shortcoming, frankly speaking, has already stood on an equal footing with the children of any aristocratic family, whether they are in the military or local; whether they are in the continent or outside the continent!
Coupled with Yang Ji's own super talent and tyrannical strength that dwarfs his peers, frankly speaking, the situation has now been reversed. The ones who have the upper hand are no longer the children of the aristocratic families. On the contrary, it is Sima Shaozhen who is favored by Yang Ji.
Ji's threat!
On the ring, Sima Shaozhen obviously understood his situation, and his expression became much more solemn.
"What kind of magic weapon is this?"
Sima Shaozhen looked at the huge crocodile shadow above Yang Ji, which almost occupied half the size of the arena, and asked what everyone was thinking at this moment.
The ferocious giant crocodile-shaped beast above Yang Ji's head is undoubtedly the weapon spirit of this magical weapon. Such a weapon spirit has never been seen before, and its shape is also different from all weapon spirits.
That kind of aura that swallows the sky and swallows the sea, as if it is going to destroy the whole world, you can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary giant beast. The grade of the magical weapon on Yang Ji's head is probably not lower than his "Blood Scythe"!
This was something Sima Shaozhen never expected beforehand.
He originally thought that the position of "Wu Jieyuan" was very certain, but now, Sima Shaozhen suddenly felt unsure. The current Yang Ji and the previous Yang Ji were completely different concepts.
The two are completely different, worlds apart!
Sima Shaozhen suddenly felt a pressure from Yang Ji.
"Haha, I just got this magic weapon not long ago, and I haven't thought of a name yet."
Yang Ji looked up at the soul of the crocodile-shaped beast in mid-air and smiled slightly:
"Since it was born from magma, let's call it the 'Magma Crocodile'!"
"Buzz!"
Hearing Yang Ji's words, Sima Shaozhen shuddered and suddenly felt a strong sense of fear. Although he still didn't know the specific effect of Yang Ji's magic weapon, just these words made Sima Shaozhen feel
A strong threat.
The first level of the bronze blood magic weapon is the "river level", most of which are captured souls of giant water beasts as weapon spirits.
The Sima Family's "Blood Scythe" uses blood instead of water, which has gone beyond the concept of so-called "water". At the same time, it uses the invisible souls of the dead killed in battle as the souls of vicious beasts. This unusual method makes the "Blood Scythe"
Its power greatly exceeds the blood magic weapon of the same level, becoming the peak level "Jianghe level" bronze blood magic weapon!
And Yang Ji uses the dangerous giant beasts in the magma as weapon spirits, which is much more precious than the ordinary souls of hunting giant water beasts as weapon spirits.
It is conceivable that the power of the magic weapon refined by this method must be more powerful, far exceeding the ordinary "River Level" bronze blood magic weapon.
From this point of view, the "Magma Crocodile" in Yang Ji's mouth is probably not inferior to his own "Blood Scythe".
"I was too proud to think of a magical weapon like yours before!"
Sima Shaozhen solemnly said:
"In this case, I won't hold anything back. Yang Ji, take the move! If you want Wu Jieyuan's fame, come and get it!"
"Boom!"
The void shook, and the entire arena trembled. Sima Shaozhen raised his right hand to the sky and pointed at the blood sickle in the sky. In an instant, the surrounding air vibrated, and the layers of space were cracked and formed into waves.
The shape spreads in the direction of Yang Ji.
Behind the waves, a sickle-shaped shadow as thin as a paper blade and extremely huge enveloped half of the arena, cutting towards Yang Ji. Looking at that posture, even steel would probably be cut in half like tofu.
"The blood sea makes waves!"
Sima Shaozhen's methods were far more than just the same. With a thought, Sima Shaozhen destroyed the power of rules possessed by the "Blood Scythe".
There were rumbles, bursts of wind and thunder, and a majestic suction force emitted from the Blood Scythe hanging high in the air. An invisible storm seemed to have set off in the void.
The Blood Scythe is the center of this storm.
"ah!"
There were bursts of exclamations from the audience. A famous candidate who had already retreated far away screamed and fled into the crowd behind him like a wild horse.
On their bodies, streams of blood mist burst out of their bodies, billowing and moving toward the ring as if they were alive.
No one thought that even though they were so far apart, the Blood Scythe could still have an effect on them. And it was even more powerful than before!
"Go back! Go back! Go back!"
A famous martial arts examiner shouted anxiously. (~^~)