Chapter 95

All of a sudden, the eyes of the audience changed again.

There is no doubt that the eight sects have spiritual weapons. However, in addition to the powerful patriarch and elder, the disciples can get very few, either an elder's lineage or someone who has made great contributions to the clan.

After all, spirituals are valuable in this continent, which is a great help to every strong martial arts practitioner. People who are not strong enough to possess it and have not enough background are likely to be robbed by others or even lose their own lives. So sometimes, it's not because the clan is stingy, but because they are afraid that having a spirit weapon will harm the elite disciples in their own clan, so they don't give it. Even if there are, many disciples have been repeatedly advised by the elders that they should not use their magic weapons in a critical moment.

This time, the disciple of Tiandao League showed his spirit weapon directly in public, which undoubtedly did not surprise the other disciples. Looking at the past dozens of eyes, but also mixed with a lot of greedy color.

Seeing this situation, you Fei, the leader, said with a smile: "this time, I don't think this boy can continue to jump, right? I don't lack a spirit weapon, but I don't mind adding one more. "

"It's not very good for so many people present to put the booty in their own pocket, is it?"

Elder martial brother Shen's brow is higher, and there are many spirit weapons in wanjian sect, but at least he will not be given to his disciples of this level. If he can bring one back this time, as the leader's disciple, he may be given it directly. It's exciting to think about the ancient sword that can cut off the huge sword at will. Moreover, the power of the spirit weapon will never be as simple as simple sharpness.

submissively? He can't do it.

You Fei snorted coldly: "you have to have the ability to get the spoils. In the first battle, Xingyu hall and wanjianmen have been defeated. Now it's our chance for Tiandao League. If we can take it, we'll take it. What's more, you've divided up before. You want his life and reward at the same time. The rest is from Tiandao League. "

All of a sudden, elder martial brother Huang and elder martial brother Shen's face changed, and they soon reacted. They glanced at the red haired disciple of the shark dragon palace.

"Don't look at me. I'm more interested in seeing the excitement. If Tiandao league can't win, Shalong palace will go up again. Of course, if I win on my side, it's fair that the spirit weapon belongs to the shark dragon palace. "

"Yes, it's fair. But now that I'm in, there's no chance for the shark dragon palace. "

The disciple of Tiandao League, who holds the spirit weapon, smiles with pride. With a wave of the sword in his hand, the circle is blurred, and the Silver Rainbow lingers on the blade and disappears in a flash.

"Tiandao League, Song Yang, Lingqi mingluo Dao."

At this moment, elder martial brother Huang, elder martial brother Shen and the young man with red hair were all stunned, and they were immediately relieved. The leader of Tiandao League is song, which is enough to explain why a junior disciple of lingxingjing can possess a spirit weapon and dare to show it in public.

He is the son of the first-class clan. If others want to make up their minds, they have to weigh their own weight.

Ning Yue didn't know this. He took the slightly curved sword back into its sheath with his left hand, held the dark Xuan sword in his right palm, and arched back with both hands, but he didn't say anything.

There are too many secrets about the dark Xuan ancient sword. He doesn't want others to know, even if it's just a name. Relying on the inside information of the eight sects, a name can find many clues.

Seeing this, Song Yang's eyes narrowed, slightly displeased, stepped back, raised his hands with a knife, ready to go.

"It seems that this time is really over."

On the outside of the siege of the four main gates, the disciples of Yunxu sword Pavilion also shook their heads. They did not have a direct festival with ningyue, but they would not stand up to support ningyue in order to protect themselves. However, at least at this time, or more or less in the heart of some regret. After all, he saved his own life just now.

Similarly, the disciples of Xingyu hall, wanjian gate and Shalong Palace are also of this idea. As the heirs of the patriarch, Song Yang must have some unknown cards. His real strength is higher than that of ordinary disciples of the same level, and he has a spirit weapon in his hand, so he has no chance of losing.

"Damn it. I knew it would be like this. I shouldn't have sent someone to test me in the first battle. I went on myself." Elder martial brother Huang stamped his foot hard, which made a lot of dust.

"I don't know the details. I'm afraid you'll lose too badly. At least, what you want from Xingyu hall is his life, which can be realized anyway. Song Yang's hand also saved your strength. " Elder martial brother Shen replied coldly. In his eyes, there was obviously a trace of regret.

The reward of 50000 silver coins is very small compared with the artifact.

Although he had some illusions, the more he could continue to win, and once again it was wanjianmen's turn, he would be able to do it himself. However, he knew better that this might be close to zero, or even zero. Not to mention that Song Yang has a good chance of winning, even if he loses ten thousand steps back, ningyue will not be able to fight any more, and Shalong palace will reap profits.

Now ningyue has consumed a lot of energy, and there must not be much Xuanli left in the meridians.

For this, ningyue himself is most clear. This day, he is really tired. First, he fights with the wolves in the mountains. Later, he goes to the camp of Xingyu hall. After fighting with several disciples, he finds the opportunity to kill the nine elders. Then he runs away for two hours. Finally, he gets into the night. Zhili tosses about and doesn't eat much. He is once again involved in the siege of wolves.

What's more, I didn't expect that after that, I had to continue to fight with the first-class sect disciples. I was already a little overwhelmed. Especially after I defeated tie Kun just now, my arm holding the sword was almost unable to lift, and my meridian was still aching. At that time, it was not easy for him to win. He used the gap between each swing of the giant sword. Tie Kun could not break out enough strength again in a short time to win.

And this time, in the face of Song Yang, the young leader of Tiandao League, who also has a spirit weapon, what flaw can he grasp and make a surprise victory?

Of course, it is still impossible to retreat without fighting.

"Come, my sword, your sword, which side is stronger?"

At least, ningyue can't show weakness in his momentum. He has come to this point and has to continue to fight. Even if he loses, he still has to stand up.

"One move is enough to tell which is better."

In Song Yang's eyes, pride is more abundant. In his opinion, such a duel is unfair. However, the great temptation of the spirit tools is in front of us, and we can take the opportunity to frustrate the other sects. Why not.

Fairness is a joke in the mainland where the strong are respected and the weak are the law of the jungle.

"Well, it's a fight."

Nodded, rather more also not willing to entangle too much. The less tricks there are, the less flaws there are. This is true for both sides. However, it's not that we can't catch each other's omissions.

"Well, watch it!"

Looking up and roaring, Song Yang held the Ming Luo Dao high. On the blade of three feet, it suddenly soared, shining silver in circles. In the magic change, a trace of lightning roared and leaped up suddenly, turning into a ray of glory and piercing the sky.

Soon, the thin streamer disappeared in the night sky, but then another stronger roaring light came down. It was the roaring thunder. The violent power roared down and hit the blade tip in an instant, and then the power of thunder surged into the whole sword.

"Thunder attribute?"

Ningyue's eyes changed, and finally, some hesitant left hand explored the belt's dark grid.

Among the power of elements, thunder is the most destructive. With the help of spirit tools, if you want to win, you will have a slim chance.

However, he also hesitated to reveal the secret of the dark Xuan ancient sword, and then how to fight? However, if you lose here, you don't need to think about it later.

A little touch of cold fell into the palm, and soon it turned into liquid with a light cool meaning and slid into the mouth. This time, ningyue took the blood elixir in front of all the disciples. Taking pills to improve the combat power temporarily is also common among the disciples of the sect. Moreover, he only has this last one in his hand, so he has nothing to worry about.

"What did he eat?"

In this regard, elder martial brother Shen frowned again and glanced at you Fei in doubt.

However, you Fei didn't like it. He was ready and hummed, "it's useless to rely on pills in the face of thundering and cutting, which is already in the prime of Song Dynasty. As long as you give him time, you can't kill him in a moment. "

The cold feeling also flows through ningyue's body, spreads from the abdomen to the limbs. Soon, the exhausted strength in the meridians has improved, and the weak arms also have more strength. With this, he suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword. When it was raised, the colorful rust was cut off and faded, and the dark red light flickered endlessly.

"Is this... The true shape of this sword?"

This time, you Fei finally lost his composure, but after a glance, he saw that the power of thunder on Song Yang's blade had reached a terrible level, and then he was shocked.

"It's no use. The thunder ready to finish is overwhelming."

"I hope so."

At the back, the young man with red hair shakes his head slightly, and his eyes are dignified.

"Master, are they all enemies? This time, the situation is not optimistic. "

The familiar voice rang out in Ning Yue's ear, but the sword spirit didn't appear.

"Well, it's not optimistic. That's why we need your strength. "

"Understand, my power, the blade of the sword, is always the edge in the master's hand."

For a moment, the light of the sword became more powerful, and the dark red color leaped and turned. Under the night, the strange outline was like a bloodthirsty beast, ferocious and ferocious.

"Don't struggle any more, you'll lose!"

On the other side, Song Yang's ready to complete, stepped forward, forceful reprimand, both hands brandish a knife, thunder lingering sword to cut, the cohesion of the great power of destruction burst out.

At the same moment, Ning Yue jumped up and stabbed his sword.

"Dark Xuan, instant out."

In the moment of whispering, the ancient mysterious power is quietly triggered. In the solidification time, the thunder is still shining and the action is still fast, but for ningyue at the moment, it is enough.

Before the power of destruction is cut down, he is already in front of Song Yang. At this moment, the opponent's thunder knife is not completely cut down, but the solidification of time is also exhausted here.

The instant power of the dark Xuan ancient sword has its own limit, but ningyue didn't plan to win from the beginning. The real Assassin's mace is now on display. The red light on the sword was a little dim, but there were three vague shadows. After turning and overlapping, the sharp sword Qi roared. At close range, it stabbed at Song Yang's blade, which was still a little short of cutting. All the inferior martial arts, pursue the wind and shadow!