Chapter 754 The so-called high-grade spiritual weapon
Just when everyone focused their eyes on the protective net made of light blue ribbons around Bei Tinghuang's body, the sky above Longyu's head was already covered by seventy-two light blue primordial powers. Snow-white soft sword enveloped.
Even the light blue Yuanli could not cover the cold light of the soft sword itself, the glaring cold light was like sharp needles, reflecting Long Yu's already pale face, making it even more bloodless.
Here, what's the situation?
"Clone? That lore has the function of clone, Wucao, is this still a high-grade spiritual weapon?"
"No way, which **** appraised the treasure, and even appraised a supreme treasure as a top-grade spiritual weapon."
"Do the appraisers at the Royal Auction Eat Shit?"
"My God, why does all the good luck belong to Her Excellency Bei Tinghuang?"
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It's just that at this time, no matter how envious or jealous, this so-called "high-grade spiritual weapon" can no longer reappear on the auction site. Besides, even if we go back to the past, who would have thought that a dagger that looks inconspicuous and gray is actually a sharp weapon that can compete with a lord-level treasure?
Only Bei Tingqing was so happy at this moment, he never dreamed that the one he would photograph for his precious grandson would be a treasure, "Oh my goodness, my grandson's luck is against the sky. A high-grade spiritual weapon, in her hands, can become a lord-level treasure, who would have thought of that?"
But at this moment, everyone's eyes were all focused on the arena, Bei Tinghuang's voice, like a lore sword glow, burst out, carrying monstrous energy, resounding in the entire Empire Square, rushing straight sky.
"Lore - Wan Jian Tian Di Mie!"
The formation is like a rainbow, and the murderous aura is like training. Seeing the seventy-two swords coming out of the body, they are spinning violently at this time. The originally cold sword array is slowly closing, but the momentum is getting sharper. Long Yu has already got up from the ground , ignoring the severe pain of dislocation of internal organs in his body, he flipped his wrist, and another long sword appeared in his hand, and also sacrificed his strongest move.
"Flying frost—frost all over the sky!"
With the urging of Yuanli, the long sword in Longyu's hand burst into a bright light. He swung the long sword and drew formations in front of him. Suddenly, a star formation shining with silver light was like an intertwined The net appeared in front of him, and the tip of the sword suddenly clicked in the middle of the star array. Under the explosion of Yuan force, the star array changed, and a sharp ice blade like a diamond was blasted out.
The seventy-two soft swords have been merged into one, and the soft sword gradually shrinks, and finally, under the horrified eyes of everyone, it is compressed into a silver thread, which meets the sharp ice blade that fills the sky, and collides fiercely.
Boom!
Waves of white light emerged one after another, and the entire arena seemed to be swept by a strong wind. At this time, on the arena farthest from the battlefield of Beitinghuang, six teams from second-rate colleges originally wanted to be alone. It was eventually affected. A substantial wave of energy surged over, overturning the six teams together, and fell towards the bottom of the ring, like throwing carrots, and fell out.
The other four teams were strong, but the teams from the other three academies, many of whom were low-level sword-level spirit masters, were also overthrown at this time and rolled off the ring.
Mushroom clouds rise one after another, but they can't block the eyesight of those peerless powerhouses, especially the people on the rostrum. At this time, they can still clearly see that the bright silver thread has already covered the ice blade sword net. Breaking through, like a sharp arrow with no disadvantages, it struck towards Longyu unimpeded all the way.
(end of this chapter)