Bai Huahua realized that her opponent's gaze was on her long sword, and she was a little vigilant: "What are you doing?

Feng Jiashu was angry: He is the dignified young master of the Feng family! Who is idle and has nothing to covet your garbage long sword?

However, Bai Huahua is like this, but it makes Feng Jiashu a little vigilant, although everyone has a love for beauty, monks often add some modification to the sword without damaging the performance of the long sword, or have a unique design blessing, but it is not excluded that some people like to hide clumsy.

"Could it be that this long sword is really unique?"

Feng Jiashu sneered - if it really relied on the uniqueness of this long sword, then Bai Mujin would be planted in his hands!

The audience in the audience watched the confrontation between the two and was a little confused, but the master's tricks were often subtle, and they could only look at the few old men in the front of the audience: "Do you see what is famous?"

An old man with white hair sitting in front coughed: "I don't know if you have noticed that Bai Mu has changed his weapon." ”

Everyone suddenly wondered - could it be that the ordinary-looking long sword was really mysterious?

Bai Huahua felt countless hot eyes on the long sword in her hand, and couldn't help but sneer: "Whether it's the fat man or those old men, they all tell me, the spiritual veins are deep, don't be like a dirt bun...... Made, who is a dirt bun, do you have to take a few more glances at such a mediocre long sword?"

Feng Jiashu stretched out his hand, and the refiner's robe hung down, revealing a strange weapon in his sleeve robe: it looked like a black box, without edge, but it had a deep aura, as if it was inhabited by living beings.

Bai Huahua laughed: "Be too cautious! Take me with a sword!"

Bai Huahua's right foot was on the left side of her left foot, looking like she had tripped herself, causing everyone in the audience to exclaim: "This is ......"

There was a monk in a Taoist robe in the front row who was about to stare out: "Qimen Dunjia?!"

Bai Huahua's figure disappeared in an instant, and the fierce sword wind blew through the arena of less than 100 square meters, and Feng Jiashu barely had time to react before he saw the long sword enlarged in front of him.

Ordinary longsword!

"Soul of the Instrument!"

"Dang!"

Bai Huahua's footsteps were two wrong steps back, and the hard competition platform stepped out of the two pits, and her eyes were a little surprised: "Amazing." ”

"Wow!"

On the field, the monks on and off the stage were shocked in their eyes: I didn't expect the first game of Dabi to be so exciting and nervous, it was really addictive!

The layman looks at the excitement, but the insider is the doorway, and there are already videos passed along the hand cards to the interior of the major families, so that some experienced protectors and even grandmaster-level figures can watch this game.

At this moment, I don't know how many figures are shooting: "This is impossible!"

In the internal hall of the Feng family, more than ten people looked at Feng Yuan, who suddenly stood up, at a loss. A strategist dared to speak: "Family master, I think the young master's application of the family's treasure weapon and ten thousand souls is handy, if that Bai Mu still only has the previous ability, I'm afraid he is not the young master's opponent......"

"Shut up!" Feng Yuan's face turned pale, "Open your dog's eyes for me, is that Bai Mu still using that ethereal step?"

The strategist swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the two rao hands several times, and stiffened: "It's like I stumbled by myself, I'm lonely and unheard, I really can't see anything." ”

"Qimen Dunjia......" Feng Yuan skimmed his sleeves and said, "Invite that doctor, I hope Bai Mu can take care of the rules and leave Shu'er alive......"

But Feng Yuan didn't hold out hope, he knew that his design for Bai Mu had touched Bai Mu's reverse scales, and he was afraid that Feng Jiashu would be more than lucky.

......

On the martial arts platform, Feng Jiashu's cold sweat was fine, and he knew that if he hadn't activated the treasure protector ban in the first place, he would have died under this elusive sword at this time!

In the past, Bai Mu also won with ethereal steps and swordsmanship, but at least there were traces to follow, but the inexplicable pace just now was like a cross that shrunk into inches, and teleported in front of him.

Bai Huahua shook the numb tiger's mouth, looked at the black box, and sneered: "It turns out that it relies on foreign objects, garbage." ”

Feng Jiashu roared angrily, and his spiritual power rushed out, if he let Bai Mu do it again, he was not sure that he would be able to dodge the next sword, so he could only hand over the killer weapon he had prepared: "Awaken, Ten Thousand Souls!"

On the martial arts platform, as if a hurricane had appeared, the roaring power gushed out from the black box, turning into the shape of swords, guns, halberds, axes, and forks, and swooping towards the white flowers guarded by the horizontal sword.

Bai Huahua's pupils shrank suddenly: "It's not soul power, it's not spiritual power, it's not physical attack...... What is this?"

The escort in the audience stood up: "This ......"

Someone behind him asked the question at the right time: "What kind of trick is this? ”

The protector stroked his beard and said, "Bai Mu is going to lose...... This is the Feng family's treasure artifact Ten Thousand Souls, and what is stored in it is not any kind of power that you are familiar with, but it is covered with the ground-"

"The Power of Contract!"

Feng Jiashu smiled gloomily: "Bai Mu, remove your weapon and use it for me!"

Bai Huahua's face changed, and the long sword in her hand seemed to have rebelled, hoping to break free from her hand. For ordinary spirit weapons, the power of this contract is unstoppable, and even a sword spirit with a sense of wisdom can hardly resist the erosion of this contract power, and most of them will fall into it and eat their original master.

The black box gave up its form and plundered the long sword in Bai Huahua's hand, making him defenseless, while Feng Jiashu held the long sword firmly, as if he had become its inherent master

Feng Jiashu laughed wildly: "If you leave this sword, can you still use that kind of martial art?"

Bai Huahua's face was a little strange, she didn't say anything, and silently took out another long sword from the space ring, which was exactly the same as the long sword in Feng Jiashu's hand, and even newer than that one......

The audience fell silent.

Bai Huahua scratched her head a little embarrassedly: "Dude, I really didn't know that you were so short of weapons here, if you like it, I'll give it to you, I still have more than a dozen such weapons." Take out such a big battle just now, there's no need, there's really no need to ......"

Feng Jiashu almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and the spiritual power was infused into the long sword in his hand, and he who was familiar with refining weapons could of course be able to identify it at the first time - this was a very ordinary long sword!

When he looked up again, he saw the ever-enlarged tip of the sword!