The only way

Chapter 217
Standing among the crowd, Lingchu quietly watched the match between Senior Sister Hongying and Feng Qianshan, then looked up at the other arenas.

It's only half a cup of tea, and more than half of the fifty arenas have disciples flying up to guard the rings and compete for places.

When it came to the last round, there was indeed nothing to be polite and hide.

Lingchu thought about it in his heart, and finally flew up directly, also occupying one side of the ring.

Although she feels that now is not the best time to be in the ring, her cultivation in the early stage of foundation establishment is the best target to bully in the ring.

However, when Lingchu looked at the heroic and heroic senior sister Hongying in red, she suddenly felt a sense of pride in her heart. She has fought hundreds of times in the underground arena, so why should she be afraid now.

As soon as Lingchu stood firmly on the stage, his powerful spiritual sense immediately caught many eyes. These eyes obviously fell on him, and there was a desire to move in his eyes.

It's just that Lingchu is beautiful, with a sweet smile on his mouth, but there are no disciples who will be challenged immediately. This way, they will always feel like they are bullying their junior sisters.

"Brothers and sisters, please enlighten me!"

Lingchu stretched out his hand and saluted, his brows raised slightly, his clear eyes shone with a touch of confidence, and a crisp voice sounded.

Although there was no direct invitation to fight like Senior Sister Hongying, but when these words came out, there was a bit of heartiness.

After the words were finished, a female disciple in blue flew up to the stage and said with a smile, "Junior Sister, teach each other."

This female cultivator was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and when she finished her words, a pair of blue water thorns appeared in her hands. On the blue water thorns, there were faint water ripples, as if swimming in the clear water.

Lingchu's clear eyes were bent, and a flying sword like a smear of ink emerged in his hand. The blade of the sword slid across the void, leaving faint ink marks.

She didn't use the sword array, didn't use the Lei Ze God Seal, and didn't use her spiritual consciousness to attack the Nether Thorn. If these methods are not well controlled, they are really easy to hurt people.

The blue-clothed female cultivator took the lead, and the blue water spurs rose into the air, transforming into two blue water dragons condensed from clear water, whirling and roaring towards Lingchu.

Lingchu waved the ink sword in his hand, and once again used the sword technique he had practiced a long time ago. The ink sword seemed to be swung slowly, but it left a series of phantoms of the ink sword in the void.

Flipping his wrist, the ink sword drew a fan-shaped semicircle in front of him, leaving behind a phantom image of the ink sword that looked illusory, but never dissipated.

When a fan was drawn, there were nine phantoms of ink swords left in the void.

"Congeal!"

Lingchu gave a soft drink, and the phantoms of the nine ink and ink swords burst into auras of aura, and in the next moment, they condensed in the air as if they were real.

Nine identical ink swords emerged like this.

The tip of the ink sword in his hand was pointing upwards, and his slender and white palm formed a print, and it was slightly shaken to the void in front of him. Nine ink sword shadows buzzed, and the nine sword tips all pointed at the female cultivator in blue.

As soon as the hand holding the sword was released, the ink sword was cut out first, and the nine ink sword sword shadows rose with the sound of the ink sword, and turned into nine ink sword lights, followed the ink sword and slashed towards the two blue water dragons.

The ink sword is made from the sword pellets given by the second senior brother Yan Bei. It is naturally extraordinary that it can be used as the material of Jindan Daoist's natal magic weapon. Moreover, after hundreds of battles, the condensed sword power, ink and ink Although the sword did not form a sword formation with the other Liangyi swords, it was just an ink sword, and it meant that everything was indestructible when it was cut with one sword.

The water dragon was broken, and the blue water splashed in all directions, exposing a pair of water thorns.

The piercing sound resounded through the arena as the blue water thorn clashed with the ink sword.

Effortlessly, the ink sword radiated its sword light all over its body, separating the blue water-pointing thorns, leaving nine ink-and-ink sword shadows entangled with a pair of water-pointing thorns, and the ink-ink sword directly smashed into the yellow dragon, heading towards the blue-clothed dragon. The nun cut it off.

Its momentum is like breaking the sky, and the evil spirit is boiling.

Most of the battles between Taoist cultivators are mighty, but the evil spirit among them is rarely so violent.

It seems that the trick is to kill people directly.

The blue-clothed female cultivator's hair stood on end, and there was a sense of crisis in the spiritual platform, and a killing intent directly locked on her. If this sword really cut off, she would die!

This is not a duel, but a fight to the death!

Lingchu didn't know that the evil spirit on the sword was still so powerful. She thought that she only used an ink sword and didn't use the sword array, so she was already very restrained. For me, this is also very shocking.

Just when the evil spirit of the ink sword was released undisguisedly, the few disciples on the Taoist stage who were paying attention to the ring found that the female cultivator in blue was standing frozen in place, her face was snow-white, and the expression on her face was full of smiles. It disappeared, leaving only bean-sized beads of sweat sliding down.

On the other hand, Zhenjun Nascent Soul above the clouds, and Daoist Jindan who presided over several nearby arenas showed a trace of surprise in their eyes.

This young girl in green clothes seemed to have a peaceful aura, with a faint smile on her elegant and lively face, but her attack was like thunder, full of evil spirit.

Among the disciples of Foundation Establishment, it is rare to have such evil spirit.

The several Nascent Soul True Monarchs can naturally tell at a glance that although the evil spirit on Lingchu's body is heavy, there is no resentment entangled in his body.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

Righteous monks are not saying that they can't have evil spirits. On the contrary, they are quite satisfied that they can have evil spirits in their shots. At least, this shows that their disciples are not easy to bully.

As far as Zongmen is concerned, it is better for one's own disciples to bully others than to be bullied by others.

Facing the menacing ink sword, the blue-clothed nun's expression changed, and her hands were sealed, as if she was about to perform some kind of spell. She just pinched her gestures, but the gesture hadn't changed yet. The blue-clothed nun only felt a sudden pain in her sea of ​​consciousness. , as if a needle had pierced into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes, and the movements of the seals on his hands paused slightly.

And in this short span of time, the ink sword had already arrived in front of the blue-clothed female cultivator.

The female cultivator in blue recovered from the stinging pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and in her clear vision again, she saw a sharp sword point facing her eyebrows, with less than an inch away.

The faint sword light and evil spirit still sting the skin between the eyebrows of the female nun in blue from an inch away.

The seal gesture in her hand stopped completely, she blinked her long eyelashes lightly, and looked at the smiling junior sister in the early foundation establishment opposite, the female cultivator in blue pursed her lips and said, "I lost."

Spiritual consciousness technique is really easy to use.

Lingchu's clear eyes flickered slightly, and he cupped his hands towards the female cultivator in blue, "Senior Sister, let me go."

The female cultivator in blue took a deep look at Lingchu. Although there was no smile on her face, she still reached out and saluted. When she turned to leave, she paused slightly, "Lan Nuanyu."

Lingchu was startled for a moment, then smiled, his eyes curved, "Yu Lingchu."

(End of this chapter)