Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 429 Tianqi's Strength

Seeing Lu Tianqi coming out, the disciples of the Arctic Holy Mountain talked a lot.

A few days ago, Ning Han announced that Lu Tianqi would be the saintess. Everyone was not convinced by this decision.

No matter in talent or strength, Lu Tianqi is much worse than Leng Yue, but Leng Yue didn't fight for it herself, and it's hard for others to say much.

"She is only at the seventh level of the Spirit Mansion, and she is not afraid of embarrassing our holy mountain." Someone whispered, although the voice was small, but the people present could hear it clearly.

There was a playful expression on Zhang Yang's face. He remembered Lu Tianqi's appearance. During that trip to Chu, there were three women who surprised him. Apart from Mu Yufei and Chu Weiwei, this was Lu Tianqi in front of him.

However, at that time, Lu Tianqi could only be regarded as an empty skin in his eyes. Unexpectedly, in less than two years, Lu Tianqi had stepped into the same realm as him, and even became the saint of the Arctic Holy Mountain. The core disciples of this Peerless Palace are much taller.

This made Zhang Yang feel a huge gap in his heart. Ye Feng was nothing more than that. His talent was completely different from that of ordinary people.

But why is this Lu Tianqi, she is just an ordinary talent.

"You've just become a saint, so you can't wait to show off your prestige?" Zhang Yang clenched his fists, and his joints made a sound like popping beans, "However, you will soon find out that you chose the wrong person."

"Since I have become a saint, I must maintain the dignity of the holy mountain." Lu Tianqi held a black long sword in her hand. On the long sword, there was ink mist swirling around Lu Tianqi, making her look like an ink fairy.

In the past year, Lu Tianqi's mastery of the Aoyue Sword Code has also reached a very proficient level, and even many experts of the older generation in Cangyue Building are willing to be inferior in the cultivation of the Sword Code.

The ink sword qi lingered away, and soon, the two of them seemed to be surrounded by ink and fell into darkness.

Lu Tianqi's body was shadowed, and sword qi criss-crossed, piercing Zhang Yang from many tricky angles.

"Aoyue Sword Code!" As one of the top ten sword codes in the wasteland, even Zhang Yang knew how powerful the Aoyue Sword Code was, and the contempt for Lu Tianqi's existence had faded a lot.

The Aoyue Sword Code is strong in fighting ability, and overcomes rigidity with softness.

However, few of the disciples of the Arctic Holy Mountain are optimistic about Lu Tianqi. In their view, Lu Tianqi has become a saint, but at this time she uses the sword code practiced in Cangyue Tower to fight against the enemy. This is to look down on the Arctic Holy Mountain. Is it the practice?

Soon, surrounded by ink and wash, there was a burst of intense spiritual power bursting, which seemed to be a violent collision.

A domineering breath erupted, and Zhang Yang shouted angrily, waving a flaming sword and spitting out terrible flames, as if he wanted to burn the world.

The ink sword energy was impacted by the flames, and it faded a lot. Lu Tianqi let out a muffled groan, and her figure froze.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Yang swung his knife forward and launched a fierce offensive.

In this battle, Zhang Yang didn't hold back, and he couldn't hold back either.

If he loses this battle, he will not be able to explain it when he returns to the Wushuang Hall.

In Wushuang Hall, if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. Zhang Yang was able to step up to the top of the core disciples step by step with his not very outstanding talent, because of his prudence, and he did every step of the sect's account properly. one thing.

This time, of course, is no exception.

Every knife he made was extremely sharp, more like venting the anger in his heart, Lu Tianqi soon fell into the disadvantaged, and even a large piece of the corner of his skirt was scraped off by the blade.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the North Pole Sacred Mountain not only were not worried, but many of them laughed.

"What is this Lu Tianqi, how can it compare to Senior Sister Leng Yue."

Hearing this, Leng Yue raised her eyebrows and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Several disciples were taken aback for a moment, but Leng Yue became angry, so she quickly hid in the crowd.

But at this time, Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on the battle situation, Lu Tianqi had been completely suppressed by Zhang Yang, so it seemed that he would lose sooner or later.

However, Ye Feng found that Lu Tianqi's gaze was firm, and she didn't show any signs of giving up.

"Lu Tianqi, if you continue to fight, I can't guarantee that you won't be hurt." Zhang Yang said, but stepped up his attack with the big knife in his hand.

Moreover, Zhang Yang's fire-attribute technique faintly restrained Lu Tianqi's ink sword qi. Under the suppression of Zhang Yang's spiritual power, it was difficult for the ink sword qi to condense into shape.

If it weren't for the ingenuity of the Aoyue Sword Code, Lu Tianqi would have been defeated long ago, and it would be impossible for her to survive until now, but even so, the result would not have changed in any way.

An elder of the Arctic Holy Mountain said disdainfully: "It really embarrasses my Holy Mountain. This Lu Tianqi is really the weakest saint in history."

"I don't know what the ancestors like about her?" Another person immediately echoed.

"Perhaps it was someone who falsely preached the decree. After all, no one of us knows what the ancestors said."

The few people who spoke were elders who opposed Ning Han's faction, and they spoke without any scruples, as if they were talking about family matters.

Yin Li stood aside and listened with a sneer in his heart. Before going up the mountain, he had already had contact with these seven elders. In his opinion, the holy mountain of the North Pole was about to end.

These seven people actually wanted to use the hands of Wushuangdian to get rid of Ning Han. Don't they know what it means to be sad when a rabbit dies?

Wushuangdian is happy to help with this, but after getting rid of Ning Han, it would be even better to take over the Arctic Holy Mountain. At that time, the seven of them will be the best targets to take the blame.

"It's really a group of frogs in the forbidden land." Suddenly, Ning Ningshuang said coldly, "Tianqi, let everyone see your strength."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Tianqi flew backwards after receiving Zhang Yang's knife. It seemed that she was a little reluctant to receive the knife.

Several elders who were reprimanded by Ning Ningshuang laughed and said, "What else can she do?"

"Some people think that after going to Tianshan to learn art for a few years, they don't even know the basics of respecting their elders."

"It's really going downhill."

However, they hadn't finished their sarcasm when they saw Lu Tianqi's long sword dancing, the blade of the sword seemed to have turned into a string of ink and ink, and the jet-black sword energy surrounded Zhang Yang in circles.

"It's useless, it's just the same move." Zhang Yang's surroundings were filled with spiritual power, he was not in a hurry to attack, and waited for Lu Tianqi to release his move.

He wanted to defeat Lu Tianqi at the moment when he reached the peak, so that it would be more shocking.

Soon, ink and ink sword energy surrounded Zhang Yang again, exactly the same as before.

"Break!" Zhang Yang yelled loudly, and the raging flames ignited, like a pillar of fire straight to the sky.

At this time, Lu Tianqi said: "Ning!"

Then, she stretched out her right hand and grasped it with five fingers in the air, and an astonishing coldness swept out of her body.

In the ink sword aura surrounding Zhang Yang, countless small ice shards suddenly appeared, and with more and more ice shavings, the black sword aura gradually turned white.

Under everyone's dumbstruck eyes, the ink sword qi condensed into ice, from bottom to top, and soon turned into a towering icicle.

In the center of the icicle, Zhang Yang's eyes widened, his face was full of horror and disbelief.

The few elders who were still talking sarcasticly just now could no longer speak. They could see that what Lu Tianqi used just now was clearly a holy-level ice-attribute technique.

(End of this chapter)