When Deng Xiaoping and Ye Yun arrived at the martial arts hall, the story of He Lan defeating Senior Hua An, who was promoted to the physical power of spiritual power, had already spread, but the battle in the martial arts hall continued.

"I won't really make it to the top ten when I go to the section chief, right?" Deng Xiaoping couldn't help but sigh when she heard the discussion around her. Only then did she know that after defeating the twelve seniors Hua'an, He Lan challenged the eleventh one after another without stopping.

Soon after, the two girls walked into the martial arts hall, and came to them with fierce and overwhelming momentum and pressure. More than two floors of barriers around the audience seats were raised, and there was a clear view of the mental pressure inside.

At this moment, He Lan's mental power was fully opened, and he liberated his mental power without restraint, and covered the eleventh senior Tao Xianzhi with an invisible force of Mount Tai.

He was only thirty-two silks, but he was as if he was physically transformed into spiritual power.

He Lan's almost unsightly mental power is something that most people will fall to the ground when they encounter it. Even many elite geniuses will have to pause for a few seconds, but once they meet a fellow weapon refiner, they will still have ways to deal with it.

This senior Tao Xianzhi is not only a powerful person with physical spiritual power, but also a level 4 weapon refiner. With rich experience and spiritual skills, the mental power confrontation is not inferior to that of He Lan.

But He Lan was particularly jealous when facing his peers. When he realized that the other party was a weapon refiner, he had to fight to the bottom of his mental power, crushing his mental power layer by layer, and even in the end he used the absolute judgment increase.

"Buzz~~"

He Lan's spiritual pressure, which was like a demon king coming to the world, spread out and released from him. Even though the classmates present were protected by the barrier rails in front, their ears were still filled with a lot of buzzing sounds. Especially for the classmates who were sitting in front but still had not reached thirty silk, some of them even felt dizzy.

Even though Senior Tao Xianzhi was a Level 4 weapon refiner, facing He Lan's extremely fierce mental pressure, he showed fear and could not respond quickly with his full mental power. Because he knew that if he didn't do his best, he would be crushed to death by He Lan's mental power, and everything would be free from discussion in the face of survival issues.

"I am worthy of being the devil. If it weren't for me, who else in this academy could suppress it head-on..." Senior Tao Xianzhi was still frightened after resisting He Lan's terrifying mental power. He finally knew why He Lan could defeat his fellow masters across so many levels and come to him.

Such terrifying mental power would have been difficult for him to have such a terrifying mental power if he had not been higher than He Lan's cultivation level and a fourth-level weapon refiner, and had outstanding mental power!

What's more, he also knew that He Lan's signature was not famous because of his spiritual power, but because of his sword. The sword that saved the world that many fellow disciples of the Ling Academy could not help but terrify was the reason why he made his name known as the Demon King sound!

He Lan did not give up after his mental pressure. Before the remaining power of the mental power in the air had dissipated, he rushed towards Senior Tao Xianzhi with the Yunge Sword in his hand. His fast and mysterious body movements and speed made Senior Tao Xianzhi unable to help but get back to He Lan with his own strength.

Since the moment of pressure just now, he put away his previous contempt for his promotion of spiritual power. In his opinion, Hua An's defeat by He Lan is purely Hua An's strength. The strength of the fourteen mortal practitioners should be a drop in the bucket for spiritual power, and it is truly embarrassing to be killed instantly.

But now, Tao Xianzhi understands how Huaan was killed instantly, and is afraid that he would not have been killed by such similar mental pressure. Nowadays, no one among the students of the Ling Academy dares to underestimate such a degree of mental pressure!

At this point, he began to see He Lan as if he was facing a great enemy, and he tried his best to deal with He Lan's sword technique. The sword technique contained sharp and terrifying sword skills, and from time to time, the spiritual power mixed with mental power was always overwhelming.

Thanks to senior Tao Xianzhi's ability to use the great advantage of spiritual power to suppress He Lan, he can handle a attack of He Lan, who has a third-class component. If he is not careful, he will be crushed to death by He Lan.

Senior Tao Xianzhi was able to deal with He Lan's moves and offensive every time, which made He Lan very embarrassed and frowned. If this continues, he will not wait for Senior Tao Xianzhi to reveal his flaws, he will probably lose his life first.

This won't work. He Lan said silently in his heart, his expression was cold and calm, thinking about how to find a breakthrough point.

I saw him suddenly exerting the Qingyun Sword Technique in an instant, and then cooperating with the sword intent contained in his sword Technique, giving people an indescribable sense of horror. He suddenly felt like a blade was pressing through his heart, and he suddenly woke up.

"Sword Dao Xiaocheng, are you really going to start to take out your trump card?" Senior Tao Xianzhi murmured to himself. This is worthy of being a Sword Dao Xiaocheng. The sword intent alone has already made him feel oppressed that is no less than the mental pressure just now.

Faced with this overwhelming and sharp sword intent, Senior Tao Xianzhi naturally used his spiritual power cultivation that was superior to He Lan to bombard and welcome this shocking sword.

The waves came, and Tao Xianzhi, the senior water-attributed spiritual power was like a flood, directly encountering the sword. He Lan's sword carried the spiritual power of the wind attribute. At the beginning, it split half of the flood, creating a situation of two branches. He stood alone in the two separate torrents, and the college robe had not been touched with silk water, and his expression was calm and calm.

But he had not always been like this. A few seconds later, before his sword energy could penetrate the spiritual power, he had suddenly jumped up and stepped on one of the torrents that were separated.

"Wow!!" He Lan usually flies with swords and all the classmates in the lower grades of the Mausoleum Academy are well-known, but he did not expect that today he did not rely on the Yunge Sword in his hand. His spiritual power alone can stand above others' spiritual power.

"How is this possible?!" Even Deng Xiaoping, who was on the audience, felt it was impossible. Logically speaking, He Lan could not accomplish such a situation now. Flying with swords was accomplished by relying on the sword intent and spiritual power support of the sword. He Lan was more like stepping on the void!

At this time, Ye Yun beside her suddenly grabbed her arm, which made her look at Ye Yun in surprise.

"Try to suppress your spiritual filaments and take a closer look at what's going on below." Ye Yun's spiritual filaments were gone at this moment. At first glance, she looked like an ordinary person. But she could only last for a few seconds, and she couldn't hold it down.

When Deng Xiaoping heard this, she quickly tried to suppress the breath of her spiritual filament. After the complete suppression of the spiritual filament in her body disappeared, Deng Xiaoping's eyes was already a different scene just now.

At this time, in Deng Xiaoping's eyes, He Lan stood by the torrent. The torrent was not separated by He Lan's sword, but was swallowed by Senior Tao Xianzhi, who was transformed into spiritual power.

Then the Yunge sword in his hand moved from his sword intent, and He Lan also took the opportunity to step on the sword and flew above the torrent with his sword.

This scene lasted for a while, and Deng Xiaoping could no longer suppress the breath of Lingjue Si and returned to its original state. At that time, He Lan was actually standing on the torrent. In front of everyone, he was bound by Tao Xianzhi's water spiritual power. The atmosphere in the martial arts hall suddenly became high. At this moment, the terrifying and terrifying demon king seemed to be about to fall!

The difference in the transition between these two scenes made Deng Xiaoping look dazed. She sat there at a loss, and she couldn't tell what she had just seen.

"What is that..." Deng Xiaoping couldn't help but sigh. She really didn't react to what she was looking at just now and what was happening now.

At this time, Ye Yun couldn't help but whisper in her ear, looking at the vigilant faces around her from time to time

"If you don't mean it, it's just a mirror flower and a water moon." Ye Yun deliberately used the meaning of this word that only people on earth understood to describe the existence of illusion, because He Lan's storm attracted many powerful spiritual powers to the point of being physically transformed. It is best not to appear the word illusion first.
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