It was a bead, a round bead smaller than an egg. It looked nothing special and not very eye-catching. People who didn't know the goods would probably just treat it as a playful bead.

"The Obsidian Wind Spirit Pearl, one of the three treasures of the Qingteng Royal Family!"

The dean was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, Nie Teng brought such a treasure on his body. This thing is really a treasure. It is made of obsidian and has a defensive formation. Just defense can withstand the twelve attacks of the Nascent Soul monks. In addition to having defense, it can also stir up the wind in the air. At the same time, if the wind-attribute monks get it, this bead can also play a great role in the battle.

I saw Nie Teng throw the bead in his hand into the air. The bead instantly rotated and swept the airflow in the surrounding air to one side, sucking the powerful airflow that formed a barrier under the bead, forming a wind flow like a whirlwind, heading into the forest on the other side.

Because the airflow that was set as a barrier was sucked away, the battle scene inside also appeared in front of everyone. However, when they saw the scene in front of them, everyone couldn't help but breathe.

Feng Jiu, who was wearing a red dress, had countless cuts, was covered in wounds. The red dress on his body could not tell which blood belonged to him and which were the enemy's blood. He only knew that the blood in the red dress was stained with deep red. What was shocking was the wounds, as well as the strong murderous aura and pressure that surged on him.

At this moment, what shocked them the most and gasped was not because of this, but the long sword in the hands of the Nascent Soul monk in front of him. One sword penetrated his entire shoulder, and the sharp sword tip penetrated from the front and from the back...

Compared to the sword of the Nascent Soul monk stabbing his shoulder, the sword with green light in his hand pierced the heart of the Nascent Soul monk, and the sword energy with the flow of flames fell from the heart, instantly destroying his Nascent Soul!

"hiss!"

Everyone who saw this scene gasped. They saw at a glance that he was fighting for life with injuries! This was a way to hurt both sides of the enemy with eight hundred and one thousand!

The danger made them tremble in fear when they saw it. If the Nascent Soul Cultivator's sword was accurate, then he would probably have lost his life in this way...

"Bang!"

The Nascent Soul monk opened his eyes wide and was kicked down by Feng Jiu with unwillingness. The same Nascent Soul was destroyed, and even a trace of vitality was left.

"Um!"

The sword stabbed on her shoulder was pulled out because the Nascent Soul monk fell backwards. While the sword was pulled out, she staggered backwards and supported her body with the sharp sword in her hand to stabilize her slightly shaking footsteps.

She turned her head and looked at the people who were rushing up. When she saw them, she couldn't help but be stunned. The familiar and unfamiliar ones came. Are all the mentors with combat power in the entire academy here?

"Fengjiu, we are here."

The dean's eyes fell on the boy. Seeing that he could last until now and until they arrived, the mood at this moment could not be represented in words. I only knew that when they saw that he was still alive, their mood was not only excited, but also excited.

A wise and sharp gaze moved away from Feng Jiu's body. The dean looked at the only two powerful Yuanying men. The old and low voice came from his mouth with fierce murderous intent.

"kill!"
Chapter completed!