Transmigration snake female cultivator

Chapter 272 Victory

After rushing to the No. [-] ring, the two monks on the ring had just finished the competition. Afterwards, Yang Qingyan waited for another round, and it was her turn to take the stage.

After briefly healing the loser, the old man surnamed Zhang said: "The next is No. 360 No. 380 against No. [-] No. [-]. The disciple who draws these two lots will come on stage!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a young man in white turned over and came to the ring.

This young man was about 20 years old, he was quite handsome, and his cultivation was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining. When the young man came to the ring, he cupped his hands at the old man surnamed Zhang and stood quietly by the side.

Seeing this young man, Yang Qingyan knew that he was No. 380 No. [-]. With a slight smile, Yang Qingyan also walked out from the crowd, walked slowly up the stone steps to the ring, walked to the opposite side of the young man and stood there.

The old man surnamed Zhang saw that it was a woman, and her cultivation was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, so she couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, the competition is coming soon, so he can't say anything, so he said immediately: "Here, I will emphasize the rules to you. During the competition, you are not allowed to take pills, and you can't intentionally kill your opponent. Once you break the law, what awaits you is to abstain." Or a more serious end, do you know?"

Hearing what the old man surnamed Zhang said, Yang Qingyan and the young man looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"Okay, now that you know, let's start!" The old man surnamed Zhang said, and as soon as he retreated, he came outside the ring and activated the formation.

The young man glanced at Yang Qingyan and frowned slightly: "Your junior sister, you are not my opponent. If you don't want to get hurt, you should withdraw from this competition!"

Hearing the young man's kind reminder, Yang Qingyan smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, brother, for your kindness, but my sister must participate in this battle, so let's do it, brother!"

Seeing that Yang Qingyan said that, the young man in white frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then junior sister, be careful."

After finishing speaking, the young man flipped his palm, and a sword with cold light appeared in his palm. Then he swung the sword, and a blue light blade cut down on Yang Qingyan's body.

Smiling lightly, Yang Qingyan clicked her foot, and jumped up into the air like a bird, dodging the light blade, and then stretched out her right hand, one black seed after another appeared in her palm.

Throwing the seeds in his hand, those seeds immediately scattered on the ring, and then countless blue lights emitted from the seeds, and instantly those seeds grew into thorny thorns one after another, entangled towards the man in white.

Wood spells?When the man in white saw the thorns winding towards him, a strange look flashed in his eyes. He swung the sword in his hand repeatedly, and seven or eight blue light blades appeared out of thin air, and cut down the thorns that rushed towards him.

Just when the man in white was able to cut off those thorns with his own sword glow, he didn't expect that the sword glow would only leave a gap of an inch.

"Is this an armored thorn?!" The man in white saw this scene, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Yang Qingyan and asked softly.

"It's the iron-clad thorns! Brother, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get rid of my thorns."

Yang Qingyan smiled slightly and then waved her jade hand, the armored thorns that had been cut out of the gap immediately burst into a blue light, and when the green light dissipated, the gap disappeared without a trace, and continued to wind around the man in white.

"Hmph, it's just an iron-clad thorn, and junior sister underestimates me too much." The man in white glanced at Yang Qingyan who was behind the thorn, and said calmly.

"Red Fire Technique!"

The man in white shouted loudly, and swiped the long sword in his hand. A burst of flames rose from the sword instantly, enveloping the entire body of the sword.

drink!
Throwing the sword in his hand, the sword immediately stood in the air out of thin air. The man in white glanced at the thorns in front of him, swung his right hand heavily, and the flaming sword in front of him burst out suddenly, and the flame on its surface rose three feet high , with a long tail of flames, he slashed towards the armored thorns.

The flame sword cut on the armored thorns, cutting off the thorns in an instant, and the flames on the sword spread along the thorns, igniting the thorns in a short time.

Seeing that the iron armor and thorns were broken, the man in white changed his spell, and the flaming sword turned into a red light and rushed towards Yang Qingyan who was on the other side of the ring.

Yang Qingyan glanced at the flying sword that was attacking towards her and didn't dodge, but flicked her right hand in the void, a purple filament flew out from between her fingers, intertwined back and forth in the air.

The endless thread seemed to have no length, shuttled back and forth in the air, and in an instant a large translucent lavender net was formed in front of her.

boom!
The red flaming sword slashed fiercely at the big purple net in the air, but a shocking scene appeared. The big purple net that was struck by the sword didn't even tremble. It spread out and rolled up the sword tightly.

Seeing this scene, the white-clothed man's expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly urged Fa Jue to recall his sword, but no matter how he used his mana, the sword could not move at all.

Seeing that the sword was trapped, the man in white's complexion changed continuously. Then he patted the storage bag, took out a bronze mirror from it, and was about to cast it, when suddenly several purple transparent silk threads wrapped around his arm at an extremely fast speed.

Then, more silk threads appeared from beside him, and after a while, these silk threads were like rice dumplings, trapping his whole body firmly in them.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qingyan in the distance put down his hand, turned his head and glanced at the struggling and trembling sword in the air, Yang Qingyan grabbed the air with his right hand, and the endless strands wrapped around the sword suddenly flashed purple, all The silk thread is tightly shrunk.The sword immediately whined and stopped moving.

When the jade hand was raised, strings of purple filaments shot out from Yang Qingyan's fingers, connecting to the bound man in white and the flying sword.

With a light tug, one person and one sword were pulled in front of Yang Qingyan.

Just when Yang Qingyan was about to stun the white-clothed man in Wuwusi, suddenly the barrier outside the arena suddenly opened, and the old man surnamed Zhang appeared on the arena and said in surprise: "Wuwusi, isn't this the treasure of Master Ziling?" ? How could this junior sister have this treasure?"

Yang Qingyan looked up at him, and said innocently: "The endless silk is a magic weapon that my master gave me. I don't know if it is the treasure of Master Ziling. I don't know if there is something wrong with this brother. If there is something wrong, I will continue to compete."

Hearing Yang Qingyan's words, the corners of the old man surnamed Zhang twitched. He didn't believe Yang Qingyan's words at all, he just said that because he didn't want him to know, but everyone said that, so he was too embarrassed to ask further.Immediately shook his head and smiled wryly: "Junior sister doesn't need to make a move, the old man knows a thing or two about the power of endless silk. This junior brother will definitely not be able to break free from the shackles of this treasure, so this competition is won by junior sister."

"That's it, then let's go."

Yang Qingyan smiled lightly, and with a twist of her wrist, the silk thread wrapped around the man in white and the sword immediately began to retreat.

After the purple silk thread completely disappeared, the man in white gave Yang Qingyan a strange look, and slowly stood up from the ground.

(End of this chapter)