Chapter Sixty-Eight: Secret Ascension

In this round of battles, in addition to Xiao Ran, there are two people in the Pope Academy. One is the first place in the previous ranking competition of the Pope Academy, Pang Chong of the Taoist Academy, and the other is the core disciple of the Security Bureau, Zhao Yue.

On the surface, Pang Chong has always been the pinnacle of foundation building and the strength of a fake pill, but he has a top-level magic weapon long sword! Moreover, he himself is a sword cultivator, and his attack power is amazing. The previous two fights were all one-shot defeats!

As a core disciple of the Security Bureau, he studied for a year at the Confucian Institute of the Pontifical Academy. Usually not inconspicuous, in the academy internal selection only achieved the eighth place, but I didn't expect to beat the masters of other colleges one after another on the field, and looking at her appearance, it seems that she has not reached the limit.

At the moment, in the ring. In the center where the eyes of thousands of people gathered, Zhao Yue was dressed in a strong suit and stood on the side of the ring heroically.

"Zhao Yue of the Popal Academy, please give me advice!"

Standing opposite her was a divine realm monk, armed with a spear, staring at the woman across from her with wary eyes. He bowed and said, "Mo Xiaofeng of the Divine Court Academy, please advise!"

On the surface, both of them are at the peak of foundation building, which can be regarded as the highest cultivation in this competition. The strong duel, before it started, caused the audience to shout and roar.

Zhao Yue's hand changed, and he sacrificed his magic weapon, a long sword that shone with blue light.

When Xiao Ran saw this scene, he suddenly wondered. Why do these women like to use swords? The previous wine Xiaotong, as well as the old Miaoyin, plus the Zhao Yue in front of him, are all three-foot Qingfeng in hand. Could it be that a woman with a sword is more powerful?

Xiao Ran was thinking about it, and the two people on the stage had already exchanged hands.

One shot and one sword, "ping pong" non-stop.

Zhao Yue's swordsmanship is sharp, and Mo Xiaofeng's marksmanship is not bad. In addition, the cultivation of the two was comparable, and they were at a stalemate for a while. And it is not clear who has the upper hand.

Mo Xiaofeng picked up his spear and stabbed Zhao Yue's face door. Zhao Yue turned sideways, and the long sword in his hand blocked it.

In just a few minutes, the two of them have gone through hundreds of moves.

Zhao Yue stared at Mo Xiaofeng in front of him with sharp eyes, and his hand changed quickly, "The first layer of the Xuanling Seal, Qi!"

Before the words fell, a powerful spiritual power fluctuation swept out of Zhao Yue's body. Faintly about to break through to the point of Jindan stage cultivation.

Xiao Ran's powerful divine sense swept over, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Yo he! This must be a senior master who sealed his cultivation in Zhao Yue's body. And looking at the strength of this seal, it is also a monk in the infancy stage. ”

With the opening of Zhao Yue's seal, her cultivation was also instantly raised to the point of the early stage of Jindan. Feeling the spiritual power that had increased dozens of times in his body, Zhao Yuejian pointed at Mo Xiaofeng, and his lips opened lightly, "You admit defeat!"

Mo Xiaofeng knew that he was probably going to lose this time, but he still shook his head a little unwillingly, "I want to feel how powerful the Jindan Stage Cultivator's blow is!"

After saying that, he gathered all the spiritual power in his body into the spear in his right hand. The body of the spear was full of light, and it let out a low roar. Obviously, the power of this high-grade magic weapon has been fully displayed.

"Roar、、、" Zhao Yue roared and threw out the spear in his hand with all his might.

Zhao Yue glanced at the shot that was flying rapidly with violent spiritual power fluctuations disdainfully, and raised his right hand lightly, and the long sword in his hand was just on the tip of the spear、、、