Chapter 67 "Arrogant? I know it well!"
The battle raged fiercely, with clanging sounds filling the air. While the short blade was still effective as a psychic weapon, it was ultimately at a disadvantage against the longsword. Gradually, Ye Luo began to struggle to withstand the attacks.
"Hahaha, Ye Luo! Weren't you so arrogant?!"
Bai Ruoqian's face was full of killing intent, as if she had found his weakness in close combat, and she immediately accelerated her attacks.
Ye Luo didn't speak while parrying, nor did she pay attention to the bleeding wounds on her body. Instead, she kept observing her condition. Sure enough, by focusing solely on quick attacks, her defense began to weaken.
"Arrogant? I know it well!"
A triumphant smile appeared on Ye Luo's face. Before Bai Ruoqian could react, he summoned the dragon bone whip within his body and lashed it out at her.
With a sharp crack of the whip, Bai Ruoqian's body flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her sect-made clothes were torn, and her shoulder was covered in blood and flesh. Bai Ruoqian cried out in pain.
"Is that arrogant enough?" Ye Luo said coldly, panting heavily. He was holding a pitch-black, piercing whip with crackling red electricity. This thing was too conspicuous. He was originally afraid that taking it out would cause trouble, but he couldn't care less about that now.
"Hmm?" Mu Tai and the others looked at the bone whip in Ye Luo's hand and couldn't help but be shocked. They could sense the extraordinary nature of this magical artifact.
"It's actually made from the bones of a black dragon!" Shangguan Lin exclaimed. He looked at Ming Cang and gave him a thumbs up, saying with admiration, "Old Ming, you really spare no expense for this disciple!"
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him, their eyes seemingly screaming "rich!" Ming Cang was speechless. This thing wasn't given to him by him!
Even if he sold the entire sect, he couldn't afford an inch of black dragon bone, let alone refine it into a magic weapon.
Suddenly he remembered 'that person' and roughly understood what was going on. He could only laugh awkwardly twice as if he had tacitly agreed.
Fu Zhenghan's face was grim, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Looking at Bai Ruoqian on the stage, he showed a look of heartache and transmitted his voice, "Qian'er, just admit defeat."
"No!" Bai Ruoqian couldn't listen to anything at this moment. She clutched the wound on her shoulder, her eyes bloodshot. "Ye Luo, I'll kill you!"
Suddenly, she roared at the sky, and her spiritual power surged, instantly reaching the Pseudo-Core Realm.
"He's actually a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator!" someone in the spectator stands exclaimed in surprise.
Ye Luo was also taken aback, not expecting her to cultivate so quickly, actually stepping into the Core Formation stage with one foot in the door.
She swiftly took to the air, forming a massive sword array behind her, and the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.
Seeing this, Ye Luo narrowed his eyes and revealed a resolute look. He swung his spiritual power and flicked the dragon bone whip, which instantly solidified into a bone-piercing sword.
"What does he want to do...?" The speaker was Su Yuyuan. He couldn't help but look at Cen Feng and the others, and found that they also looked confused.
sword?
Impossible!
Su Yuyuan had some guesses in his mind, "Isn't he a pill cultivator? And with a pseudo-spiritual root, how could he possibly be..."
Just as everyone was in shock, Ye Luo suddenly made a hand seal and chanted incantations, forming a complex sword array with intricate runes behind her.
Bai Ruoqian was filled with disbelief. How could he also be a sword cultivator?!
No, I have to kill him!!
"You die!" As Bai Ruoqian finished speaking, several sword beams from the sword formation blasted out.
At the same time, Ye Luo shouted loudly, and the two sword beams collided fiercely, the resulting energy shockwave knocking over those who were nearby.
When the dazzling sword light faded, everyone looked towards the arena and saw that both of them had fallen to the ground, their fates unknown.
"Xiao Luo!"
"Qian'er!"
Ming Cang and Fu Zhenghan rushed onto the stage one after the other to examine their spiritual veins, and many other people also rushed up.
Looking at the devastated arena after the battle, everyone finally came to their senses and looked at each other in disbelief. Could this really be the individual competition for the new generation?
Because the battle was so intense, no one could see who fell first, so the score was decided as a draw.
Ming Cang didn't bother with anything else. He gave a few instructions to the elders and then quickly left with Ye Luo.
Inside the inn, Ye Luo lay on the bed with her eyes closed, while everyone anxiously craned their necks to look at her.
"Master, is Junior Brother alright?"
"It's alright. He took the medicine and should wake up tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Cen Feng, clearly still in shock, asked, "Junior Brother... is he a sword cultivator?"
"Uh..." His question seemed to have stumped everyone.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Ye Luo learns a little bit of everything...
At the time, everyone thought he was just fooling around and didn't take it too seriously, but now it seems he was actually serious!
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