Han Nuorou's weapon was a sword, which looked like it was of at least heavenly quality.
When Han Nuorou drew out her sword, her temperament changed.
If she was a cold orchid before, now she was like a tough pine tree.
Qi Fengming also drew out his sword. His sword was silver-white, and the hilt and the blade were both silver-white, completely different from ordinary swords.
Qi Fengming made a sword flower, and the silver-white sword made a humming sound, and then it emitted a spiritual charm.
"Artifact." Gu Qingxi said in a deep voice.
"Artifact? That sword is an artifact?" Lu Tianyu asked in surprise.
He didn't realize it was an artifact at all.
Gu Qingxi didn't realize it at first, but Yafeng told her.
"Master, that is an artifact, and that's not what an artifact really looks like." Yafeng said.
"Do you know this artifact? Is it also handed down from ancient times?" Gu Qingxi asked.
"Not sure." Yafeng replied.
Gu Qingxi didn't continue to ask questions, but continued to observe the situation on the ring.
The referee had already rung the bell to start the game.
The two had already swung their swords at each other.
In just the first round, Gu Qingxi's heart sank.
The moment Han Nuorou's sword and Qi Fengming's sword met, the two forces burst out and the two retreated.
Qi Fengming took two steps back and stood firmly.
Han Nuorou took several steps back before finally standing still, and then her face became very ugly.
Because the sword in her hand had cracks.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Han Nuorou's sword made a slight clicking sound, from cracking to shattering, it was just a blink of an eye.
Han Nuorou's sword was shattered by Qi Fengming's sword in just one encounter!
Gu Qingxi's face sank, and she shouted loudly: "Han Nuorou, give up!"
Han Nuorou was slightly stunned when she heard Gu Qingxi's loud shout, but before she could react, Qi Fengming had already attacked again.
Han Nuorou's other weapon was sacrificed by her at this moment.
It was an emerald green pestle, shining in the sun. It was obviously a heavenly magic weapon.
The pestle blocked Han Nuorou's way. Qi Fengming had a cold face. The sword in his hand did not stop at all. He chopped the pestle heavily with a sword.
In his opinion, these magic weapons were just a pile of scrap metal in front of his weapon.
However, this time the pestle withstood the blow and shook his sword away.
Qi Fengming's eyes flashed with surprise.
He originally thought that he could smash the pestle with his full strength sword, but he didn't expect to underestimate the magic weapon.
Outside the ring, Lu Tianyu asked Gu Qingxi: "Junior sister, why do you want Han Nuorou to admit defeat?"
"She is not Qi Fengming's opponent. And..." Gu Qingxi's face was solemn. Moreover, the magic weapon in Qi Fengming's hand was not an ordinary magic weapon. It can also be seen that Qi Fengming did not use his full strength. If this continues, Han Nuorou's magic weapon will be completely destroyed.
Gu Qingxi's judgment was not wrong. Han Nuorou was not Qi Fengming's opponent at all.
Qi Fengming was crushing her opponent unilaterally, not only in terms of weapons, but also in terms of strength.
Gu Qingxi felt that he had not even exerted half of his strength.
After just a few encounters, Han Nuorou's pestle was also shattered.
Han Nuorou's face was a little pale. Her heavenly sword and heavenly pestle were shattered in front of her. How could she remain calm?
There was silence under the ring. No one expected that this match would be such a one-sided crushing.
A bunch of silver needles appeared in Han Nuorou's hands. These were the silver needles she used for acupuncture and moxibustion, and also her attacking magic weapon.
Han Nuorou sacrificed the silver needles, formed seals with both hands, and the silver needles floating in front of her made a series of clear sounds.
This set of silver needles was actually a heavenly magic weapon!
Han Nuorou actually had so many heavenly magic weapons on her body.
"Go!" As Han Nuorou's hand gestures changed, the silver needles flashed with cold light and shot towards Qi Fengming.
Qi Fengming's face did not change, but he just waved his sword to quickly block these silver needles.
The sword knocked down the silver needles with a ding-ding sound.
The blocked silver needles did not fall to the ground, nor did they deform. Instead, they seemed to have their own life. After being blocked, they circled around Qi Fengming, looking for a gap.
Lu Tianyu said to Gu Qingxi with some excitement: "Junior sister, among Han Nuorou's magic weapons, this set of silver needles is probably the most powerful, right?"
Gu Qingxi was not as optimistic as Lu Tianyu.
Now the situation on the ring seemed that Qi Fengming was annoyed by these silver needles, but they did not cause any substantial damage to Qi Fengming.
She guessed that Qi Fengming might not have yet exerted his true strength.
The disciples of the Supreme Sect and Han Nuorou's admirers under the ring were all excited when they saw this scene, and they all shouted loudly to cheer for Han Nuorou.
Han Nuorou made hand gestures and manipulated the silver needles to fly around Qi Fengming, looking for opportunities and attacking when there was a gap.
However, Qi Fengming was able to accurately block these attacks every time.
Gradually, a trace of impatience flashed across Qi Fengming's brows. He did not expect that these tiny silver needles would be so troublesome and even more difficult than the pestle.
Qi Fengming no longer blocked the silver needles, but turned defense into offense, holding the sword in his hand and rushed towards Han Nuorou.
He let the silver needles shoot at his body, and then two white lights burst out of his body.
Obviously, the defensive magic weapon on his body was destroyed by the silver needles at this moment.
The quality of the defensive magic weapon worn by the young master of the Qi family must not be low, but two of them were destroyed by the silver needles at this moment.
It is conceivable how powerful Han Nuorou's set of silver needles is.
However, for Qi Fengming, the defensive magic weapon on his body was enough to resist the silver needles for a moment.
His sword slashed at Han Nuorou mercilessly.
Han Nuorou was startled, her hand gestures flew, and the silver needle flew in front of her, forming a circle and blocking her.
However, the next moment, a white light suddenly lit up.
The silver needle was knocked away, and white light also shone from Han Nuorou's body. That was the light emitted by the destruction of her defensive magic weapon.
Han Nuorou was knocked out, and a lot of blood spurted out of her mouth. Finally, she hit the barrier hard and fell on the ring.
The blood dyed the ring under her red, which made people feel shocked.
There was a dead silence under the ring.
Han Nuorou raised her hand and supported herself to sit up.
Qi Fengming had no intention of stopping, and he raised his sword again.
"Han Nuorou, admit defeat, admit defeat quickly!" Gu Qingxi frowned and shouted. At this time, face is not important. In the case of a huge disparity in strength, admitting defeat and stopping losses in time is the wisest thing to do!
Han Nuorou glanced at Gu Qingxi, but did not admit defeat, but raised her hand.
There were waves of worried cries from the audience. At this moment, Fairy Youlan was still so stubborn that she didn't want to admit defeat. Was this her persistence? Did she have a backup plan?
However, these people were wrong.
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