Miss Poison Doctor

Chapter 557 Competition Between Spirit Weapons and Spirit Weapons
"coming."

Seeing Chu Xianer's angry appearance, Feng Qingge's eyes lit up.

She just wanted to anger Chu Xian'er.

Then, when she lost her mind, take the opportunity to find her flaws.

"Feng Teng." A clear and melodious female voice sounded.

With a flash of Feng Qingge's figure, she suddenly jumped up from the spot.

Chu Xian'er raised her long sword and slashed at her head without any rules.

Boom boom boom!
Swish swish!
The two spiritual weapons, one blue and one white, collided, and violent fluctuations of spiritual power erupted.

With the figures of the two at the center, surging spiritual power spread out, shaking everyone in the audience to churn with anger and blood.

"Damn it, it's too strong."

Barely holding back the blood churning in their chests, all the teenagers in the audience sighed exaggeratedly.

It is indeed a competition between masters...

With such a long distance, they all felt a strong coercion from the spirit weapon.

This is simply a competition between spiritual weapons and spiritual weapons.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
In the dazzling battle circle, two white figures flew up and down.

The violent impact sound, mixed with surging spiritual power, spread out crazily from the position where the two were standing.

A white cold light shone on the snow blade, facing the sharp blade of the Frost Sword.

Two lights and shadows, one white and one blue, met close to each other, making a series of piercing "jingling" sounds.

boom!
A surge of spiritual energy burst out suddenly, and Chu Xian'er was forced to take a step back.

Boom!

Feng Qingge turned her hand to hold the snow blade, and quickly slashed at the blade of the Frost Sword.

Ding.

A crisp sound resounded from the sword body, and Chu Xian'er's jaw went numb from the shock.

With a tilt of his wrist, the Frost Sword in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"ended."

Looking coldly at Chu Xian'er opposite, Feng Qingge's eyes flashed a chill.

Da Heng held the snow blade in his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and pushed it straight towards Chu Xian'er's neck.

"you lose."

A cold and ruthless voice sounded from beside my ears.

Chu Xian'er's expression changed.

"Feng Qingge, don't be too happy." Chu Xian'er gritted her teeth tightly.

She still has cards that she hasn't used yet.

"Hmph, let go of Miss."

Under the stage, the two old men in green robes suddenly let out an angry snort, and both of them raised their palms and attacked Feng Qingge's back.

"mean."

"You two old bastards, how dare you sneak attack."

Yun Jingyan and the others protested loudly in the audience.

Turning a deaf ear to the insults from below, the two old men looked at Feng Qingge who was close at hand, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across their eyes.

This little bitch dared to abolish their dantian.

They wanted her to pay with her life.

"Sister Qingge, be careful."

"Miss…"

Screams of fear came from below the stage.

Yun Jingyan and the others wanted to jump onto the stage.

But just as soon as he moved, he felt the strong coercion on his chest, causing his blood to churn.

"Miss, get out of the way."

"Sister Qingge."

Lu'er and Yun Jingyan shouted in horror.

I feel like my nervous heart is almost in my throat.

"Humph."

A cold and chilling snort sounded from the referee's seat.

Yun Linghan's black figure flashed, and he stood in front of Feng Qingge impartially.

Flicking his black sleeves, he extended his palm towards the two of them.

Bang bang bang!
Puff puff!
The turbulent wind swept out, and the two old men spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

Like a kite with a broken thread, his body flew upside down from the stage and smashed hard into the ground.

"The two elders..."

Shouting to the audience, Chu Xian'er turned her head to look at Yun Linghan in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)