prosperous

Chapter 288

Mo Qingjue's actions puzzled everyone except Bai Fenghua.Only Bai Fenghua understood that that seemingly inconspicuous hairpin was actually the most violent artifact... the Ariel Sword.

The moment Mo Qingjue pulled out the hairpin, the extremely ordinary hairpin changed instantly.In the astonished eyes of everyone, the hairpin exuded an aura, exuding an extremely violent aura.The next moment, the shape of the hairpin changed, and it quickly turned into a sharp sword shining with cold light.

Mo Qingjue lightly waved the Ariel sword in his hand, and there was a melodious buzzing sound, and then colorful lights burst out from the Ariel sword.In Mo Qingjue's hand, a strong white fighting spirit emanated instantly, intertwined with the colorful light on Bi Langjian's body, dazzling.

"Artifact!"

"It's actually an artifact!"

"What artifact is that?"

"Could it be the legendary Ariel Sword that can change form?"

Sounds of surprise, envy, jealousy, and excitement filled the square one after another.

"Hehe, congratulations. I didn't expect the Azure Dragon Saint to have a divine weapon." In the judging stand, several other elders, Wei Xia from the Heaven and Earth Chamber of Commerce, and Gu Fenghan, the owner of Glacier City, all politely greeted the Azure Dragon Saint. The Great Elder congratulated.Gu Fenghan was even more delighted in his heart, he did not expect that Mo Qingjue really possessed a magic weapon.

Hearing these words of congratulations, the Great Elder of Azure Dragon Temple turned pale, twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied politely, but his heart was extremely complicated.And the faces of the other elders in Qinglong Temple were extremely ugly.As the elders of the Azure Dragon Temple, they didn't even know that Mo Qingjue, the sage of the Azure Dragon, had a divine weapon!
The elders of the White Tiger Temple felt a little uneasy.They know Luo Chenfeng's strength best. Although Luo Chenfeng is usually lazy, his aptitude is rare in a hundred years, so they are very relieved of his strength.Although the Qinglong Saint who has always been low-key doesn't know what his strength is, but his own Luo Chenfeng should not suffer a big loss when facing him.

However, the strength Mo Qingjue showed now made them feel a little uncertain.With the artifact in hand, his strength has greatly increased.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to have a divine weapon." Luo Chenfeng's expression darkened, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, he clenched the sword in his hand and shouted loudly, "Mo Qingjue!"

Mo Qingjue lowered his eyelashes slightly, and the battle aura from his whole body suddenly swept out like a storm. A violent battle aura visible to the naked eye gushed out from around his body and turned into circles, all wrapped in the Jade Wave Sword.

The Ariel Sword trembled more and more, he was excited.

Kill, kill!
violent!violent!
vent!vent!
The Ariel Sword completely fused Mo Qingjue's combat energy with his own sword energy.He wants to destroy, he wants to destroy everything in front of him endlessly!
Long winds and waves break, like overwhelming mountains and seas.

The coercion released at this moment by the huge battle aura and colorful sword aura made everyone present almost stop breathing, and they even had a feeling of kneeling and surrendering.

Power, what kind of terrifying power is this?

rumbling...

The loud noise resounded through the sky, filling the entire Sifang City.

The entire Sifang City seemed to be shaken.

Luo Chenfeng swung his sword, his eyes were full of determination, and he flew to meet him.

Mo Qingjue slashed coldly with his sword.

At this moment, the people of Bai Xuguo couldn't bear to watch it any longer.It is clear which is stronger and which is weaker.

But Luo Chenfeng still went up to meet him.

In the stands, the Great Elder of Baixu Country's White Tiger Temple stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, and his heart was about to bleed.

Can Chen Feng withstand this blow?

There was a loud noise, and after the sound stopped, everything was quiet.

On the stage, Mo Qingjue stood there quietly with an indifferent expression on his face.The huge white fighting spirit on his body has subsided and disappeared, the Ariel Sword in his hand has also quieted down, and the colorful light has disappeared.

Luo Chenfeng stood in front of Mo Qingjue, also standing quietly.

Neither of them moved.

"I lost." Luo Chenfeng raised his head suddenly, twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled calmly, then put away his sword, and jumped off the ring neatly.Finally, she turned her head and said lightly: "But, I still won't give up Fenghua."

"Have the guts, try it." Mo Qingjue smiled lightly, and uttered such a sentence lightly.

Luo Chenfeng stepped down neatly like this, graciously admitting that he lost.

Everyone looked at the situation in front of them suspiciously, what is this situation?
The white tiger sage just admitted that he lost?give up?

However, it seems that they haven't officially played against each other yet?
Of course, only masters understood what was going on in the lightning flash just now.

Mo Qingjue turned around and floated off the ring.

This competition seems to be over.

The lord of Sifang City climbed onto the arena, raised his hands, and shouted loudly: "In this match, Mo Qing, the Qinglong sage, is absolutely victorious..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt something strange under his feet.Then there was a loud rumbling sound, and the dust billowed in front of his eyes. At this moment, the ring was completely cracked and divided into two halves.And the place where the crack was split was the place where Mo Qingjue's sword had just struck.If you look closely, there is a deep chasm on the ground under the arena.The ground was also cut!
boom boom boom...

The sound of the ring collapsing was endless, and the dust filled the sky, blinding everyone's eyes.

The City Lord of Sifang City hastily stepped aside, looking at the collapsing arena in front of him with lingering fear.

Mo Qingjue split the arena behind Luo Chenfeng in half with his sword just now, but Luo Chenfeng didn't have the slightest scar on his body.

This shows what?
There was a chill in the vest of the Sifang City lord.

Qinglong Saint Mo Qingjue... How strong is this person?

At this moment, those watching people understood what had happened.No wonder the white tiger sage Luo Chenfeng surrendered generously and frankly.It turned out that with that sword, the outcome was already decided.

Just the demeanor of that sword, everything is a foregone conclusion.

(End of this chapter)