Chapter 18： Artifact-Grass Juvenile Sword

teased the Xia Bingshan man slightly, Feng Zichen was in a good mood, watching another student in white who appeared on the arena again, a flashing technique flashed onto the arena.

This white-clothed student is the same as the one Jian Wuji defeated before. Wuzong's peak-level cultivation base also makes a long spear, and the strength seems to be the same.

It seems that Tianxing Academy also used some snacks in this aspect, Feng Zichen thought in his heart.

Seeing that Feng Zichen was on stage, the white-clothed student gave a salute from afar, and the spear in his hand flicked, pulling out a few spears and pointing at Feng Zichen.

The smile on Feng Zichen's face gradually dissipated, and his eyes suddenly became dignified. During the three years of training in the Fallen Forest, Feng Zichen never despised any opponent. Even if he didn't care about his face, he still beat his heart. It's a bit of spirit.

Feng Zichen took a look on his face, as if thinking of something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, almost forgot it...

With a grip on the void, a long sword suddenly appeared in Feng Zichen's hand. The long sword was about three fingers wide and three feet and nine minutes long. The sharp blade was glowing with a slight white light, and it was extremely extraordinary. It was the first Hokage to appear in everyone. In his eyes belonged to Lengjun Dashewan's grassy sword!

This grassy sword is an artifact obtained after Feng Zichen completed a random task released by the system not long ago-after holding up a stick of incense in the hands of the Demon Ape.

Originally, Feng Zichen was still wondering. Although the grass sword used by the Oshe Maru is a very good chakra weapon, how can it be worthy of the name of an artifact? In his memory, only those six magic weapons in the legend can be called divine weapons, right?

Moreover, the grassy sword in the ninju area was priced at a high price of 200,000 exchange points, which was comparable to the price of ordinary S-rank ninjutsu, which made him even more incomprehensible.

However, after seeing the special attributes of the grass sword displayed by the system, he changed his original view:

"Caozhijian, the weapon held by Lengjun Oshemaru, one of the three ninjas in the Naruto world, has excellent chakra containment and flexibility, and is extremely sharp."

"After the system is strengthened, it has two special attributes, and its power is greatly enhanced, and it can be ranked as an artifact!"

"Special attribute one: sharp, damage increased by 10%. Special attribute two: breaking strong, ignoring 50% defense."

There are two special attributes, one is more perverted; needless to say, Fengrui, the damage is increased by 10%, that is to say, as long as you hold the grass sword, it is equivalent to raising your overall strength by 10%. This is for Fengzi Chen said it was a great improvement.

The second special attribute is even more perverted, ignoring 50% of the opponent's defense, weakening half of the opponent's defense in disguise, and increasing its own damage.

This is undoubtedly a nightmare for the monsters who are very perverted in physical magic defense like the devil ape, weakening half of the defense power almost cut his strength by 30%, and I am afraid that even some of the sanctuary mid and late stages The World of Warcraft dared to challenge him.

After seeing these two special attributes, Feng Zichen had to admit that the pheasant sword after the system was strengthened was indeed worthy of the divine weapon.

Looking at the faintly gleaming cold light on the slender blade of the Caozhijian, Feng Zichen looked forward to it. He eagerly looked at the student in white who was watching him warily not far away, quite eager to try.

Jian Wuji looked at Feng Zichen from the stage and suddenly took out a long sword. He couldn't help being surprised. Isn't this guy a magician? Why did you take out the sword now? Could it be that he can still martial arts?

Feng Zichen did not know the astonishment in Jian Wuji's heart under the stage, holding the magical grass sword in his hand, his figure moved and quickly rushed towards the white-clothed students. After all, it is the physical quality of the shadow-level cultivation base. The fast speed makes the white-clothed students' hearts. Shocked, concentrating on alert.

Before the person arrived, Feng Zichen first raised the grass-like sword in his hand and instilled the chakras. The special performance of the grass-like sword increased these chakras by 10%, and then turned into a blue sword energy, and cut to the white clothes. Trainees.

The white-clothed student did not dare to neglect, the spear in his hand flicked, like a dragon, violently stabbed at the blue sword energy.

"Spirit-level martial arts, piercing dragon thorns!" On a long spear, the fighting spirit was restrained and hidden deeply. It was not until the moment when it came into contact with the sword energy that it exploded with amazing power.

The tip of the spear was pointed on the sword aura, and the strong penetrating power directly shattered the sword aura. The white-clothed student's spear kept running, and one stabbed at Feng Zichen, the spear pierced through the void, roaring like a cloud-breaking dragon!

Feng Zichen didn't panic at all, the blue light of the grassy sword in his hand was released, and chakras poured in in large quantities. After the grassy sword was increased, the power reached a terrifying point, and he pierced the tip of the gun directly!

"Ding~~" There was a crisp sound, the needle tip faced the wheat, and the sharp tip of the grassy sword pierced the spear tip, and an invisible shock wave erupted.

The white-clothed student's complexion changed, and he only felt an extremely sharp power coming from the spear in his hand. This force even faintly rushed into his body along the spear, extremely dangerous!

Feng Zichen was pleasantly surprised to feel that his Chakra showed a lot more power after the Cao Zhijian increased, and every attack he took with the Cao Zhijian almost had the power of Grade B ninjutsu, replaced by Xingchen The saying on the mainland is that every sword has the power of spirit-level martial arts, which is extremely terrifying!

Is this the power of the artifact? Feng Zichen's heart was full of pride, and he didn't care about physical swordsmanship. He slashed it with one sword and one sword. This made the white-clothed student's heart miserable. Every time he resisted a sword, he would consume a lot of fighting energy and the strength of his body. The impact is getting bigger and bigger, and he can hardly bear it.

"I surrender..." The student in white couldn't help it finally, desperately blocking a sword, and found that he could barely hold the spear, immediately jumped out and shouted.

Feng Zichen stopped, breathing calmly, eyes full of joy, this grassy sword is really powerful, if the opponent is the kind of warrior with strong defense, it would be better to handle it, go down and teach him to be a man...

"Fifth pass, pass..." Old Chen's voice came from the void, seemingly surprised.

Feng Zichen walked off the ring happily, came to Jian Wuji, and said: "How about? My swordsmanship? Very good..."

Jian Wuji silently looked at Feng Zichen’s expression, come and praise me, and spit out a few words: "Too bad..."

Fujichen's proud expression froze instantly, a bit like a **** holding his throat...

"Where it's rotten, where it's rotten, don't blame me for turning your face if you don't give a decent reason..." Feng Zichen looked at Jian Wuji indignantly, the more he looked at him, the more he owed it!

Jian Wuji ignored his gloomy expression, and said to himself: "You can also be called swordsmanship? It's purely about holding a good sword and slashing around. Is there a bit of tricks? Are the moves consistent?"

Feng Zichen was speechless. Indeed, he had never learned swordsmanship. It seemed that the swordsmanship was superb. The students who fought in white clothes had no strength to fight back. In fact, they rely solely on their own strength and the powerful power of the grassy sword. People can't see it, but when placed in front of Jian Wuji, a master of swordsmanship, he can see through it at a glance.

Jian Wuji looked at the speechless Feng Zichen, and for the first time felt an exuberant feeling in his heart. For a little bit, tigers don’t make cats, you treat me as critically ill! Dare to show swordsmanship in front of me? You were still playing in the mud when I started learning swords...

Seeing a trace of pride on Jian Wuji's unchanging face for thousands of years, Feng Zichen's teeth tickled, wishing to choke him to death.

After fighting for a while, the two obviously got a better relationship, and immediately walked towards the sixth pass.

The fourth stage of Tianxing Road, looking at the empty arena, Lin Zichen and Lin Zixuan looked at each other speechlessly. The two of them went too fast. It only took a few minutes to disappear.

"Sure enough, the strength of Brother Feng is far more than that, I am afraid that he has reached the peak of the magician..." Lin Zichen sighed.

Lin Zixuan's beautiful eyes also showed a trace of admiration, looking at the bronze passage behind him, she couldn't help but said with a little fear: "If it weren't for the mark left by the windy brother, it would have been dangerous just now."

Lin Zichen was also a little surprised. He shook his head and said, "The traps set up by the Sky Star Academy are too insidious. The passages of the previous levels are not dangerous. So many traps are suddenly laid. Who can react..."

"I don't know if Brother Feng has caught up with the young man with the sword back..." Lin Zixuan muttered to herself as she looked at the passage leading to the fifth level.

Ok? Lin Zichen looked at her a little strange sister and was startled. He couldn't help but said: "Little sister, UU reading ... why are you so... uh, care about Zichen?"

Lin Zixuan's beautiful little face suddenly showed a faint redness, and her beautiful eyes looked at Lin Zichen with an annoyed look, "Hate, brother, what are you talking about? How can you arrange your own sister like this..."

Lin Zichen scratched his head and smiled: "Actually, it doesn't matter. As long as you are satisfied with your sister, I will definitely support my brother! Haha..."

"Brother, you still said..."

"Haha, shy?"

"No la……"

Compared with the Lin family brothers and sisters who still have leisurely jokes, the sixteen teenagers who are still struggling in the third stage are uncomfortable. Facing the magical clones in the realm of fantasy sect, most of them are only in the early stage of the magician or in the realm of Wuzong. They really played very hard.

Sorcerer is okay. As a magician, he needs a relatively strong mental power, and he has some confidence in resisting illusions. Those Wuzongs who are not strong can be in trouble. Warriors don't pay attention to mental power, and defense against illusions. It's not as good as the magician, so no one has passed the third level...

In a secret room on Tianxing Road, Chen Lao sits leisurely on a chair. There are several magic screens in front of him. The twenty people who have broken through on Tianxing Road emerge from them. On the first screen, Chong In the front, the two of Fengzichenjian and Wuji; on the second screen are the Lin family brothers and sisters; on the last screen there are more people, there are sixteen, and they are still suffering in the third stage. Those who are struggling.

"Three grades, three results, it seems that only the pair of dolls can enter the sanctuary training camp..." Old Chen watched silently.

When the two of Feng Zichen were about to enter the sixth level, he stood up and smiled with satisfaction: "Is the sixth level? It seems that it is time to call all those old guys over..."