The massive burning vortex was frozen into a hundred-foot-tall iceberg. Then, with a deafening roar, the iceberg shattered into countless ice spikes, which shot towards the Nangong sisters like a rain of pear blossoms.
Nangong Rou and Nangong Yan were terrified, their entire field of vision filled with flying ice spikes. They hurriedly formed hand seals and activated their shields.
A series of blue shields appeared in front of them, twenty in total.
The sounds of banging continued, and the ice spikes broke through the shields one after another with unstoppable force.
Nangong Rou and Nangong Yan flew backwards, both of them pale-faced. One immediately summoned an ancient shield, and the other summoned a jade-colored mirror.
After the shield was unleashed, the patterns on it flashed with purple light. It reached a height of fifty feet and blocked the path of the ice spikes. Bang, bang, bang sounds rang out continuously as the ice spikes frantically struck the shield. Crack, the shield shattered.
The jade-colored mirror emitted a large amount of jade-colored light, attempting to stop the ice spikes from getting closer. Bang bang bang sounds rang out again and again as the ice spikes clashed with the jade-colored light. Finally, the mirror shattered, but fortunately, all the ice spikes were blocked.
However, because Nangong Rou and Nangong Yan failed to sever their connection with the magic weapon in time, both of them coughed up blood and staggered to the ground.
The guards helped them up; their faces looked extremely pale.
They lost!
Dead silence!
Silence fell over the crowd once more!
Two Nascent Soul cultivators were defeated by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
And they were utterly defeated.
"Clap clap clap..."
Applause broke out; it was Xu Fengzhi clapping. He looked at A Yao with a smile, his eyes filled with tenderness, and said with a smile, "A Yao's sword strike just now was brilliant!"
Upon hearing Xu Fengzhi's words, Nangong Rou almost vomited blood again.
Nothing makes her feel more upset and angry than the man she admires praising her rival in front of her.
Ayao rolled her eyes at him, then looked at the others: "Anyone else disagree?"
Shen Ci stepped forward and looked directly at A Yao: "Fellow Daoist Lu, please enlighten me!"
A golden light flashed across Shen Ci's body, and a set of golden armor was put on him.
The armor was adorned with mysterious patterns and had an ancient design, yet it was shrouded in celestial energy, making it a near-celestial artifact. He clenched his right hand, and a red light appeared in his palm, transforming into a long spear. With a casual swipe of the spear, the air trembled. The spear, also shrouded in wisps of celestial energy, was surprisingly a near-celestial artifact as well.
The two near-immortal artifacts drew a wave of envy and jealousy from the crowd as they looked at Shen Ci.
This guy actually possesses two near-immortal artifacts.
Lu Xuening thought to herself: Lu Xueyao is definitely going to suffer this time!
Shen Ci, clad in armor and wielding a long spear, exuded an astonishing aura. He looked at A Yao and the Lightning Beast she was holding and asked, "You're still going to fight me while holding it?"
Ayao chuckled softly, her smile as radiant as a newly blossoming pear blossom. She said, "You can try forcing me to use my hands."
Everyone: "..."
How arrogant!
Shen Ci was clearly also angry.
boom!
He was filled with intense fighting spirit, and ripples formed in the air. Cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet, spreading outwards to a radius of ten feet. He then leaped into the sky.
Although he was furious, he had just witnessed A Yao's two battles and knew that A Yao's strength was abnormal. Even with two lesser immortal artifacts, he dared not underestimate her.
He roared, his spiritual pressure soaring to its limit. A large amount of flames appeared from the spear in his hand, and the entire sky instantly turned into a sea of fire. The fire illuminated the sky red, and in the sea of fire, he raised the spear high and threw it down at A Yao below.
The spear suddenly shot up to several tens of feet high, carrying flames like a torrent as it rushed towards the purple-clad girl standing on the ground.
The heat from this fire was even more terrifying; the space trembled, and the onlookers were all transformed into streaks of light and flown away. Ah Yao was now completely alone. The Lightning Beast she was holding in one arm cried out even more shrilly than before. The little creature's fur stood on end as it watched the enormous flaming spear falling from the sky.
We're doomed! We're doomed!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
You wretched humans, get out of the way!! I don't want to die with you!
"Waaah—waaah—"
The Lightning Beast whimpered, and finally closed its eyes.
At that moment, A Yao swung her long sword upwards, and the ground beneath her feet transformed into a vast ocean, the sword energy surging like a sudden tsunami.
The towering waves transformed into water dragons, colliding with the flaming spears falling from the sky. A deafening roar echoed across the land, engulfing it in mist and radiating heat. Shockwaves spread outwards in concentric circles, followed by a storm sweeping across the entire landscape.
A long spear fell to the ground, and A Yao's figure rushed forward like lightning, killing her way to Shen Ci's side. Shen Ci was shocked. Golden light flashed in his hand, and he held a long sword.
With a clang, A Yao, suspended in mid-air, brought her sword down. The ground beneath Chen Ci's feet collapsed, and the force of the sword's weight forced him to his knees. He desperately braced himself against the attack, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The Yu Yang Palace disciples watched with growing concern.
Senior brother!!
A Yao smiled, leaped into the air, and with a wave of her longsword, sword energy condensed into countless frost-covered flying swords. One after another, the flying swords shot towards Shen Ci. Every time Shen Ci tried to recall the knocked-down sub-immortal weapon spear, he was interrupted by A Yao's flying swords.
Clang, clang, clang, he awkwardly parried with his longsword.
Suddenly, A Yao appeared like a ghost, her long hair dancing, her long dress like a swirling flower, her posture ethereal and fairy-like, leaving everyone in awe. She drew her long sword, like a whip, and struck Shen Ci, sending him flying a hundred miles away.
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