Chapter 217 Warm jade produces smoke

Ling Chu stood among the crowd, quietly watched the battle between Senior Sister Hongying and Feng Qianshan, and then looked up at other arenas.

It was only half a cup of tea. Above fifty arenas, most of the arenas had disciples flying up to defend the gala and compete for the quota.

In the last round, there is really nothing to be polite or hidden.

Ling Chu thought about it in his heart, and finally flew up and occupied a ring.

Although she felt that now was not the best time to go to the ring, her cultivation level in the early stage of foundation building was obviously the best target to bully on the ring.

However, Ling Chu felt a sense of heroic senior sister Hongying, who was dressed in red and brave, and her heroic appearance, and she suddenly felt proud. She fought hundreds of battles in the underground arena, so what are you afraid of now?

As soon as Ling Chu stood firm on the stage, his powerful spiritual sense immediately captured a lot of sight. These sights obviously fell on his body, and his eyes were ready to move.

However, Ling Chu is beautiful and has a sweet smile on his lips. However, no disciples are on the roar right away. This will always make them feel like bullying their junior sister.

"Sisters, please give me advice!"

Ling Chu reached out and gave a tribute, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a faint confidence flashed in his clear eyes, and a crisp sound rang out.

Although he did not have the direct invitation to fight like Senior Sister Hongying, this statement was a bit cheerful.

After the words came, a female disciple in blue flew onto the stage and said with a smile, "Junior sister, please give advice to each other."

This female cultivator was in the late stage of foundation building. After saying that, a pair of blue water-dividing spurs appeared in her hand. Above the blue water-dividing spurs, there were faint water ripples, as if she was swimming in the clear water.

Ling Chuqing's eyes were curved, and the flying sword like ink stain in his hand appeared. The sword body slid across the void, leaving a faint trace of ink and water.

She did not use the sword formation, did not control the Lei Ze divine seal, and did not use her spiritual sense to attack the Netherworld Thorn. If these methods are not controlled well, they will be easy to hurt people.

The female cultivator in blue took the lead in taking action, and the blue water spike rose into the air, transforming into two blue water dragons condensed from clear water, flying and whistling towards Lingchu.

Ling Chu waved the ink and water sword in his hand, and used the sword technique he had practiced a long time ago again. The ink and water sword seemed to be slowly swung out, but left behind a series of phantoms of the ink and water sword that seemed to be present and not present in the void.

Flipped his wrist, and the ink sword drew a fan-shaped semicircle in front of him. The phantom of the ink sword left looked at the illusion, but it never dissipated.

When a fan was drawn, nine phantoms of ink swords were left in the void.

"Ning!"

Ling Chu shouted lightly, and nine phantoms of ink and water swords burst into spiritual lights. The next moment, it condensed into the air like a substance.

Nine identical ink swords emerged like this.

The tip of the ink and water sword in his hand was facing upwards, and the slender and white palms formed seals, gently shook the void ahead. Nine ink and water sword shadows buzzed, and the nine sword tips pointed at the female cultivator in blue.

The sword-holding hand relaxed, and the ink sword was the first to slash out. The nine ink sword sword shadows rose up with the sound of the ink sword sword, turning into nine ink sword lights and followed the ink sword sword toward the two blue water dragons.

The ink sword is made of sword pills given by the second senior brother Yan Bei. It can be used as the material for the natal magic weapon of the real person of Jindan. Moreover, coupled with the condensed sword force under hundreds of battles, the ink sword force is naturally extraordinary.

Although the sword did not form a sword formation with the other two swords, it was just an ink sword, and one sword was cut out, which was invincible.

The water dragon was broken, and the blue water splashed everywhere, revealing a pair of water spikes.

The blue dividing spun and the ink sword clashed with each other, and the harsh sounds resounded throughout the ring.

Strugglelessly, the ink sword light spreads across the body, separating the blue dividing spikes, leaving nine ink sword shadows entangled with a pair of dividing spikes, and the ink sword sword hits the yellow dragon and heads towards the blue clothes.

The female cultivator was cut off.

Its momentum is like breaking through the sky, and its evil spirit is boiling.

Most of the battles between Taoist cultivators are powerful, but the evil spirits are rarely so violent.

It seems that one move is to kill people directly.

The female cultivator in blue stood upright with a sense of crisis in the spiritual platform. A murderous intent directly locked her. If this sword really cut her down, she would be dead!

This is not a dispute, a life-and-death battle!

Ling Chu didn't know that the evil spirit on the sword was so powerful. She thought that she had only used one ink sword and had not used the sword formation, so she was already very restrained. Who knew that she was not deliberately trying to cultivate the murderous intent.

In other words, this is also a shocking mind.

Just as the evil spirit of the ink sword was released without any concealment, the few disciples on the Daozheng stage who were paying attention to the ring here found that the blue-clothed cultivator was standing still in place, with a white face and a smile on his face had long been.

It disappeared, only beads of sweat the size of beans were left to slide down.

The Yuanying True Lord above the clouds and the Jindan True Man who presided over several nearby are showing a hint of surprise.

This girl in green clothes looks gentle and has a faint smile on her elegant and lively face, but her move is like thunder, with a vicious aura.

It is rare to have such evil spirit among the foundation-building disciples.

The few Yuanying True Lords can naturally see at a glance that although the evil aura on Ling Chu's body is heavy, there is no resentment all over his body. In other words, these evil auras come from upright and are not evil ways.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

The righteous monks do not mean that they cannot have evil spirits. On the contrary, they are quite satisfied with the evil spirits when they take action. At least, this shows that their disciples are not easy to bully.

For the sect, it is better for one's own disciples to bully others than to be bullied.

Facing the fierce ink sword, the blue-clothed cultivator's face changed, and he made a seal in his hand, as if he was going to use some magic. He just started to pinch his gesture, but it had not changed yet. The blue-clothed cultivator felt a sudden pain in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It seems that a needle pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and the movements of seals on his hands were slightly paused.

And in this moment, the ink sword had already arrived in front of the blue-clothed sculptor.

The female cultivator in blue came back to her senses from the stinging pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and saw a sharp sword tip facing her eyebrows, leaving less than an inch of distance.

The faint sword light and evil spirit were still hurting the skin of the girl in blue who was still wearing a blue eyebrows.

The gesture of sealing in his hand was completely stopped, and his long eyelashes blinked gently, and he looked at the early stage of foundation building sister who was smiling like a flower on the opposite side. The cultivator in blue pursed his lips and said, "I lost."

The magical magic is really easy to use.

Ling Chuqing's eyes flashed slightly, and he bowed to the blue-clothed female cultivator, "Senior sister, let me go."

The cultivator in blue looked at Ling Chu deeply. Although there was no smile on his face, he still reached out and bowed. When he turned around and left, his figure paused slightly, "Lan Nuanyu."

Ling Chu was stunned, then smiled and his clear eyes were curved, "Yu Lingchu."
Chapter completed!