Chapter 316 grade I cold wind blade

After hearing Ji Wuming's words, LV Xianqing's originally gloomy face became more ferocious and twisted.

Don't you Ji Wuming know that it's not others who are really in danger now. Is it you who have no idea?

How dare you shout so loudly here!

"Master Ji, it's hard to protect himself. Are you still in the mood to stand here?"

Lu Xianqing has not yet opened his mouth, another voice with a strange air rings out.

Zhang Yuanhua, the leader of Kaixuan sect, sneered and stared at Ji Wuming coldly.

For the old opponent's mockery and satire, Ji Wuming didn't even have any interest in paying attention. His eyes were always looking at situ binghe on the stage, as if to inject confidence into him.

That's very clear. You don't have to worry about everything off the court. You just need to kill the opponent as much as you can!

Feeling Ji Wuming's eyes, situ binghe nodded.

In fact, even if Ji Wuming doesn't say that, situ binghe will do his best.

It was a disguised revenge for him.

"The game begins!"

With the voice of the middle-aged man falling, Liu Ling roared and rushed to the situ ice river first.

Liu Ling's Wu soul is a short staff only half a meter long. It is full of green light. Its breath is very strange.

Xuanlv Jiupin, green ghost fire staff.

"Pooh!"

With the strike of the green ghost fire stick, the empty space in front of us suddenly vibrated violently. It seemed that the whole sky would be shot down.

In his childhood, situ binghe once fought with Liu Ling for many times, winning and losing each other, so he was somewhat afraid of his green ghost fire stick.

"Cold wind blade!"

Situ binghe's eyes suddenly turned blue, and his breath was cold. It was like a thousand year old ice, which made people feel the cold coming from time to time, and his blood would be stagnant.

"Hum!"

As the ice blue long knife appeared in the hands of the moment, an earthy yellow light rose from the sky, shaking the four sides.

"First grade at prefecture level!"

The cold wind Sabre of situ binghe is actually the soul of the first-class martial arts at the prefecture level. It's the existence of talent in this qualifying match.

Lu Xianqing sees this scene, pupil suddenly shrinks, he can't help roaring: "how can it be ground level first grade, your Wu soul, not Xuan level ninth grade?"

"Hum, I have always cultivated martial arts to conceal the level of the soul. Do you think you really know me, old dog? "

Situ binghe was more and more willing to kill at the bottom of his eyes, and roared: "breaking ice with unbridled breath!"

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

In a flash, the sword shadow from the sky encircles the heaven and the earth. Liu Ling is shocked to find that the sky is full of icy blue Sabre Qi.

"Boom!"

The green ghost fire stick smashed the void in front of him. Dozens of sabre Qi turned into nothingness in a flash. However, several disordered Sabre Qi were smashed on Liu Ling's body, penetrated his body protecting spirit, and scratched several bloodstains on him.

Liu Ling is suffering from pain. He takes a few steps back in a row. His expression is a little panic. Before the battle, he always thought that the spirit of situ binghe was only of xuanlv Jiupin.

But who could have expected that it was the first grade at the prefecture level!

It seems that it's only the promotion of two grades. In fact, the gap between Xuanji and prefecture level is much bigger than we think!

"Crazy breath and continuous cutting - disorderly wind!"

Situ binghe's eyes are extremely cold. When facing Liu Ling, he is determined to kill him.

Liu Ling was also at first, but after seeing the spirit of situ binghe, his unswerving confidence began to waver.

When the cold wind blade rotates, it bursts out a fierce and rotating burst wind. The wind is completely composed of small knife light, which makes people feel numb.

Liu Ling has fought with situ binghe many times, so he naturally knows his martial arts.

He clenched the green ghost fire stick in his hand. The light rose from the sky. It was several times longer than ten meters long.

"Drink!"

Liu Ling holds the dark green ghost fire stick in both hands and smashes it with his backhand. Unexpectedly, the ghost face of a skeleton emerges from the dark green ghost fire. It's very strange.

"Pooh!"

The green ghost fire staff is beating the Yellow Dragon, and it is pounding into the wind.

The harsh voice sounded, and the spirit of the two people was colliding violently. Neither of them would admit defeat.

"Even if you hide the spirit, what can you do? I used to defeat you, and I can still kill you today!"

Liu Ling has a bad eye. Before that, LV Xianqing promised him many conditions. As long as he can kill situ binghe in the competition, he will get numerous cultivation resources as rewards.

Although he and situ binghe are both adopted sons of LV Xianqing, they are not harmonious in private. They are competitive and often fight for their positions.

This time, both of them are willing to give up everything, and they are bound to take each other's lives.

"Brush!"

In a flash of the sword light, situ binghe rushed forward at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly. Where he passed, even the void was covered with thin ice.

"Click, click, click!"

From a distance, it looks like a huge iceberg is forming, pressing fiercely against Liu Ling.

Liu Ling did not want to be outdone. He stretched out his hand and took out the green ghost fire stick. Suddenly, a group of green fire containing the cry of ghosts and wolves roared towards situ ice river.

"Hiss!"

Situ binghe chopped out the ghost fire with a knife. He was close to Liuling and was in a battle.

"Boom!"

The knife and the stick keep bumping and splashing with blood.

After all, the martial spirit of situ binghe is stronger. In the close combat, the cold wind blade can always take a lot of advantages. It can scratch a large wound on Liu Ling, which is shocking.

As for Liu Ling, his dark green ghost fire staff broke the sinew of situ binghe, and his chest was stuffy.

The physical strength of both men is not strong, so each blow will hurt to the bone marrow.

"Bang!"

Liu Ling clenched his teeth and dodged a knife from situ binghe. At the same time, the half meter long dark green ghost fire stick suddenly extended for more than ten meters, pounded the belly of situ binghe and flew him out.

Situ binghe didn't expect that Liu Ling could use this move when he was fighting in close quarters, and suddenly suffered a dark loss.

"Poof!"

Situ binghe spits out a mouthful of blood. He only feels the pain inside his abdomen as if it was crushed.

His forehead exuded cold sweat, and his expression was distorted.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this scene, Lv Xianqing burst out laughing.

Other fighters also pointed out and expressed their views.

"It's clear that the level of Wu soul is a little better, but it can't be beat. The situ ice river is really inferior."

"Let me say it's Liu Ling's weird stick. It's too long and short to prevent."

"I don't need to see any of them. Situ will surely lose."

LV Xianqing stood up with his hands on his back and said proudly, "I said you will regret it."