Chapter 829: Who said that only you have the holy artifact?
Chapter 829: Who said that only you have the holy weapon?
When this ray of saintly power appears.
Everyone near the Dragon-Slaying Platform felt their hearts sink.
It was as if I was carrying a huge mountain on my back and my breath was suffocated.
It was as if the common people had seen the lofty emperor.
Fear inside.
"Hey, Lord Holy Son finally took it out!"
Feng Lingbei had expected it, so he was not surprised and just sighed.
As soon as the sacred weapon comes out.
Then it means that the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons has truly been defeated.
Based on his true strength alone, he is no match for Xiao Changfeng.
This is for the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons and for the Northern Tang Sect.
It's all a huge blow.
"But as long as you can kill him, it doesn't matter even if you have a bad reputation. Since ancient times, you have been the winner and the loser!"
Soon Feng Lingbei's energy skyrocketed.
No matter what happened before.
As long as Xiao Changfeng dies.
At that time, the most I will get from others is a few gossips.
But the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons is still there, and this duel will eventually be won.
A little bit of gossip.
Still can't shake the Northern Tang Sect!
"This is the treasure that the sect master personally rewarded the Holy Son when he became the Holy Son!"
Xu Mohe was amazed.
The saints and saints of various major forces are not just symbols of status.
He will even be given a sacred weapon by the saint.
And at this time.
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons took out his holy weapon.
Under the saint realm, although the true power of the holy weapon cannot be exerted.
But it's also extraordinary.
With the strength of the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons, once the holy weapon is used.
It can even kill the Emperor Martial Realm.
Therefore, no matter how powerful Xiao Changfeng was before.
But as soon as the holy weapon came out.
No one thought he had a chance of winning.
Whoosh!
I saw an iron fan appearing in the hands of Saint Son of Poison.
This iron fan is no bigger than your head.
Semicircular shape.
The whole body is glowing with a dark metallic luster, and it is even more poisonous.
A touch of saintly power.
It just overflows from above.
"What kind of sacred weapon is this?"
Master Huang looked surprised and could not recognize the iron fan.
It’s not just Master Huang.
Xiang Fei and other spectators couldn't tell the difference either.
After all, there are very few sacred objects.
Even fewer appear in the real world.
Most people have only heard of sacred vessels, but have never seen them.
"This is the peacock feather, one of the ten hidden weapons of the Northern Tang Sect!"
Hong Daoyuan suddenly opened his mouth and told the origin of this iron fan.
Both are among the top ten hidden weapons.
But the peacock feather was refined by the head of the Northern Tang Sect himself.
It is a sacred vessel.
It is far stronger than the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle that Baidu Holy Son took out before.
"The peacock feather is an extremely domineering hidden weapon. It is said that there are a total of 365 poisonous needles in it, which are divided into twelve categories. Some are designed to break the physical body, some are designed to damage the soul, and some are specialized in aura.
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As a blacksmith, Tie Rujun also has a deep understanding of the ten hidden weapons of the Northern Tang Sect.
At this time, he opened his mouth and explained to Master Huang and others.
"What? It's such a terrible hidden weapon, and it's also a sacred weapon. It's not fair!"
Xiang Fei exclaimed, her pretty face full of shock.
Ordinary peacock feathers are already very scary.
What's more, it was a sacred artifact made by the head of the Northern Tang Sect himself.
Its power.
I'm afraid even the Emperor Martial Realm will fall on the spot.
"No, little friend Xiao is very important to our Alchemist Association. I can't watch him be killed!"
Hong Dowon's eyes flickered and he finally made a decision.
Suddenly the figure flashed.
Rush towards the Dragon Slaying Platform.
Because of the special nature of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, he could not intervene from a distance.
If you want to save Xiao Changfeng, you can only step into the Dragon Slaying Platform.
Help Xiao Changfeng block the peacock feathers.
"Hong Daoyuan, this duel is fair and just. Do you want to break the rules?"
Hong Daoyuan just moved.
Feng Lingbei quickly appeared and blocked him.
"Hmph, it was you, the Northern Tang Sect, who broke the rules first and won with the sacred weapon, and you were not afraid of the world's ridicule!"
Hong Daoyuan's eyes showed impatience, and his whole body was full of momentum.
"The holy weapon was given to Lord Saint Son by the sect leader. It naturally belongs to Lord Saint Son's power. If you are not convinced, you can also give Xiao Changfeng a holy weapon!"
Feng Lingbei sneered, his breath also surging.
Fighting alone, he is not afraid of Hong Daoyuan at all.
"Strong words!"
Tie Rujun gave a low roar, like a blazing furnace.
"I will never let you disturb the Holy Son!"
Xu Mohe and Patriarch Huaiyin flew out and stopped Tie Rujun.
Even the ancestor of the Lu family flew over.
For a while.
Things are tense here.
The 100,000 spectators also looked at him sideways.
And at this time.
On the dragon-slaying platform.
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons finally displayed this terrifying holy weapon.
"Xiao Changfeng, if you can die under the sacred weapon, you are enough to smile!"
The Saint of Hundred Poisons holds the peacock feather in his hand, and he is sure of victory.
"Next, let me show you the power of peacock feathers!"
The spiritual energy surged wildly and submerged into the peacock feather.
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons moved the peacock feathers, displaying the power of the holy weapon.
boom!
In an instant.
The power of the saint is even stronger.
The air on the Dragon-Slaying Platform seemed to be frozen.
The light of black iron, like the blazing sun, suddenly surged, dazzling and dazzling.
"not good!"
Hong Daoyuan's face changed drastically, and he was shocked.
In desperation, he planned to take out the amulet given to him by the President.
But it seems it's too late.
At this time, he was still several hundred meters away from the Dragon Slaying Platform.
However, Peacock Ling was less than a hundred meters away from Xiao Changfeng.
Whoosh whoosh!
The peacock feathers were stirred up.
In an instant, the entire iron fan spread out.
It turned into three hundred and sixty-five poisonous needles.
The poisonous needle rose into the sky, under the control of the Hundred Poison Saint Son.
Go straight to Xiao Changfeng.
Three hundred and sixty-five poisonous needles turned into a peacock in mid-air.
Like a proud peacock, opening its tail!
Beautiful, but also dangerous and deadly.
Boom!
The air was directly penetrated, and the peacock descended to earth like a mythical beast.
With unparalleled divine power.
To tear the enemy in front of you into pieces.
"It's over, Xiao Changfeng is dead!"
See this scene.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Although I am not on the Dragon Slaying Platform, I can still feel the deadly aura on the peacock feathers.
This moment.
Everyone expressed condolences to Xiao Changfeng.
No one thought he could withstand the lethality of Peacock Ling.
"Haha, go to hell!"
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons showed ecstasy and laughed ferociously.
It was as if I had seen the tragic death of Xiao Changfeng being shot into a sieve.
And at this time.
Xiao Changfeng stood there with a calm expression.
Facing this frightening peacock feather, he showed no fear at all.
But this peacock feather is very scary.
Even if he had a divine body, he would never be able to stop him.
"Here comes the sword!"
Xiao Changfeng had a thought in his mind.
In an instant.
A ray of bronze light rose into the sky from his Dantian.
Like a true dragon soaring into the sky, soaring through the nine heavens.
This moment.
In front of hundreds of thousands of people.
The flying sword flew out of the sky and chopped off the peacock feathers.
when!
A deafening metallic sound echoed in all directions.
Soon everyone saw it.
The majestic peacock feather let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground from mid-air.
And at this time.
Xiao Changfeng smiled slightly at Saint Son of Poisons.
"Who said that you are the only one who has the sacred weapon?"