Wu Jianzhong and Lan Yao fell on the ring, ten steps apart.

"Swoosh!" Wu Jianzhong had a long sword in his hand and sneered, "You just said you didn't use a trick, but you didn't say you didn't use a weapon!"

"Lower-grade spiritual weapon!"

"This Wu Jianzhong's sword turned out to be a low-grade spiritual weapon!"

"Now Lan Yao is still under some pressure!"

...

"So it's a low-grade spiritual weapon!" Lan Yao smiled at the corner of her mouth, "Since that's the case, let you see what an immortal weapon is!"

Everyone focused on Lan Yao's hands. At this time, there was an extra sword in her hand, and her whole body was surrounded by a ball of spiritual energy, which was obviously more spiritual than Wu Jianzhong's sword.

Suddenly, the entire venue screamed.

"Oh my God!"

"It turned out to be an immortal weapon!"

"Oh my god, won't?"

"Has my eyes gone wrong? It turned out to be an immortal weapon?"

"I didn't expect it to be a really fairy weapon!"

"It seems that Lan Yao will definitely win this time!"

...

It was not only the audience who were surprised, but Wu Jianzhong was no exception.

I thought I would win this time, but I didn't expect that Lan Yao actually took out the immortal weapon, which was much stronger than her sword at first glance.

And several masters recognized the sword and screamed in shock.

"It's the soul-chasing sword"

"I didn't expect it was Han Feilong's soul-chasing sword!"

"Why is Han Feilong's soul-chasing sword on Lan Yao?"

"Do you want to hit people like this? Your talent is so perverted, why are the treasures on you so perverted!"

"I really don't know what Lan Yao is like. Why is her luck so good? She has all kinds of good things!"

...

In an instant, a group of people turned their heads to look at the proud Han Feilong, with a look of confusion and astonishment in their eyes.

Although Han Feilong was a little depressed by these people's eyes, he was very proud.

"Uh, Yao'er is my proud disciple. It's not impossible for me to give him the Soul-Chasing Sword. Anyway, for me, I don't care about such a Soul-Chasing Sword!"

The tone of this sentence seemed to say that Han Feilong had more than just this magic weapon.

But Wang Kehui and others still didn't believe it. They knew that Han Feilong regarded this sword as a treasure and no one could touch it.

Thinking of this, everyone still looked at Lan Yao with different mentalities. It seemed that Lan Yao was really extraordinary. After all, Han Feilong handed the immortal weapon to Lan Yao.

It can be seen that Qilin Kingdom attaches great importance to Lan Yao. It seems that they need to think about it carefully.

Liu Qingfeng frowned, with a little dissatisfaction. Why didn’t Lan Yao have to give her what she gave her?

Xiaoguai, sitting in Liu Qingfeng's arms, excitedly clapped his little hands, "Yeah, yeah... Mom is great! I deserve it if you dare to underestimate Mom! Mom is really, why do you like to take your time so much!"

"Take it slow?" Liu Qingfeng was stunned, and a look of understanding appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So that's it. It seems that Yao'er really treats this game as a play!"

Chen Guoxiong screamed and looked at Lan Yao, "Oh my God!"

"Watz'o, this Lan Yao is too perverted. She actually has such an immortal weapon!"

"Oh my God, Lan Yao is still not a human being. Why is her luck so good!"

"I would have like this kind of immortal weapon!"

...

The young commanders of several major legions looked at Lan Yao enviously.

Hai Jun didn't expect that this was obtained by Lan Yao in the academy. With Lan Yao's talent, since Qilin Kingdom sent her, there must be many benefits, and it is natural to give this immortal weapon.

"Wu Jianzhong, look good, I'm here!" Lan Yao's mouth showed a playful smile and reminded him.

After saying that, Lan Yao waved the soul-chasing sword in her hand.

"Spring breeze!" Lan Yao shouted lightly, and a breeze blew around her body.

Wu Jianzhong was stunned. Thinking of Lan Yao's move against Zhang Zhiwei, he immediately reacted.

Now I cannot use my own tricks, so I cannot use my own tricks to resist this trick.

So, after thinking about it, Wu Jianzhong decided to take the initiative.

A gust of breeze left Lan Yao's body and turned into a gust of breeze, sweeping across the entire arena.

It was like a tornado appeared on the ring, and the strong wind was acting.

"Shit..." The strong wind blew across Wu Jianzhong's body.

Wu Jianzhong frowned and groaned, looked down at his body, stunned.

These strong winds were like sharp swords, and they cut Wu Jianzhong's clothes wherever they passed. The deeper they had already cut his body and blood oozed out.

Unexpectedly, just a gust of wind has such power. This is definitely not half of Wu Jue, and this should be the Xuan-level Wu Jue.

But Wu Jianzhong didn't know that this was no longer a Xuan-level martial arts master. Even the third page would definitely be crazy about such martial arts master.

The strong wind blew the entire arena, and everyone looked at the ring in shock.

Liu Qingfeng touched his chin and was extremely puzzled. What kind of Wu Jue is this? Was that bastard taught? But it was impossible. If it were him, how could he not know? Logically speaking, he knew all the Wu Jue he practiced, and he also knew all the people he practiced, but why did he have no impression of Wu Jue?

Looking at Lan Yao on the ring, Liu Qingfeng fell into deep thought. He didn't know that this was what Lan Yao himself evolved with Chaos Tai Chi.

Lan Yao held the soul-chasing sword in her hand, pointing directly at Wu Jianzhong, "Ding..."

Silver light passed by, and the strong wind moved with the soul-chasing sword.

"Boom!" A ball of energy at the top of the sword tip rushed straight to Wu Jianzhong's chest.

Wu Jianzhong quickly used his sword to resist, but how could this sword resist the soul-chasing sword of the immortal weapon?

"Crack... Ping Pong!" Wu Jianzhong's sword suddenly shattered and fell to the ground, and a burst of energy rushed straight to Wu Jianzhong.

Wu Jianzhong's scream came from the ring, "Ah!"

A figure passed over the arena, and suddenly a blue shadow appeared beside Wu Jianzhong. A sword light flashed, and with a "swish", blood splattered everywhere.

Wu Jianzhong was kicked away by Lan Yao and rolled on the ring a few times.

"Boom!" In an instant, the entire competition venue was silent, and he looked at the No. 5 ring in shock.

The originally noisy competition venue was silent as if the night was dark, and there was no sound, as if even the breathing had stopped.

I don’t know who suddenly screamed, breaking the silence.

"Oh my god?"

In an instant, the entire competition venue was boiling again.

Zhan Yun, who was fighting, also stopped with his opponent, looked at the No. 5 ring and swallowed in disbelief, his eyes full of incredible expressions.

"Oh my God!" Zhan Yun opened his mouth and looked at Lan Yao, trembling all over, feeling an ominous premonition.
Chapter completed!