War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

Facing Feng Tianwu's challenge, Long Yun's eyes flickered a few times, and he directly admitted defeat.

He had already seen Feng Tianwu's strength. Although he was confident in his own methods, the gap in strength made him feel powerless.

This young and frightening red-clothed woman not only has a higher level of cultivation than him, but also has a better comprehension of the 'artistic concept' than him, even the spiritual weapon in her hand is better than him.

He has seen the third-grade spiritual weapon in the woman's hand before. It is a third-grade spiritual weapon that can increase the power of "70%".

It is much stronger than the third-grade spiritual knife in his hand.

On the whole, his strength is far from that of a woman's, and there is no need to fight at all.

The strength of the woman is enough to crush him.

"Suri!"

After Long Yun conceded, Feng Tianwu shifted his eyes to Su Li and nodded slightly to Su Li.

Compared with Long Yun, when she looked at Su Li, she was quite polite.

All of this was naturally because she knew that Su Li was Duan Lingtian's friend.

Different from Long Yun's admitting defeat, facing Feng Tianwu's challenge, Su Li was not afraid at all, and flew out to confront Feng Tianwu.

"Miss Tianwu."

Su Li nodded to Feng Tianwu.

"I know you are brother Duan's friend... But, I am determined to win the seventh seat in today's 'Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament'!"

Feng Tianwu said to Su Li, her words were full of confidence.

"me too."

Facing a woman like Feng Tianwu who was like a fairy descending from the earth, Su Li didn't have any intention of being polite, as if he was not facing a stunning beauty, but an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

The two stood opposite each other, successfully attracting the attention of everyone present.

Feng Tianwu, the daughter of the uncle of the Feng family, showed her amazing strength today when she first showed her skills.

A person who has been cultivated to the 'eighth level of the void state', comprehends the 'eighth level of the artistic conception of fire', and holds a third-grade spiritual whip that can increase the power by 'seventy percent'.

Su Li, a young talent from the Blackstone Empire, is comparable to Feng Tianwu in terms of cultivation and artistic conception.

However, so far, in the eyes of the audience in Prison Arena, the spiritual weapon displayed in Su Li's hand is just a 'fourth grade spiritual sword'.

"This Su Li of the Blackstone Empire has good cultivation and artistic conception, no less than Miss Tianwu... However, the spiritual weapon in his hand is only the 'fourth-grade spiritual sword', so he will definitely suffer."

"The fourth-grade spiritual sword is quite different from the third-grade spiritual whip in Miss Tianwu's hand... Most importantly, the third-grade spiritual whip in Miss Tianwu's hand is a third-grade spiritual weapon that can increase the power of '70%'! "

"The spiritual weapon is too different... Su Li has no chance of winning this battle."

...

A group of spectators around Prisoner Arena were hardly optimistic about Su Li.

Facing the doubts from a group of people, Su Li's face remained unchanged.

"Su Li, I won't use the 'Third Grade Spirit Artifact' to fight with you."

Feng Tianwu said to Su Li, her words were frank and frank, and women do not give way to men.

For a while, the entire Prison Arena boiled up again.

"Miss Tianwu is worthy of being Lord Wudao's daughter, she is magnanimous, and she is unwilling to take advantage of Su Li on spiritual weapons."

"Now I am more and more envious of Duan Lingtian from the Blackstone Empire...how can he marry such an outstanding woman as Miss Tianwu?"

"What do you think Duan Lingtian is capable of? Compared to him, what are you?"

...

The discussions around Prison Arena unconsciously shifted to Duan Lingtian.

There are many people who are targeting Duan Lingtian, and many people are complaining about Duan Lingtian. The latter is more of admiration for Duan Lingtian from the bottom of their hearts.

"Tianwu and Su Li are in a ranking battle, and they can still get involved with me..."

Duan Lingtian's eyes were strange, and he felt that he was shot while lying down.

Who did we provoke?

"No need to!"

Hearing Feng Tianwu's candid words, Su Li shook his head.

Just when Feng Tianwu showed doubts, Su Li's hand had already appeared out of thin air with a three-foot green blade.

"This is not the spirit sword that Su Li used before!"

Soon, someone discovered the clue.

But at this moment, Yuanli emerged from Su Li's hand, and then merged into the three-foot green blade in his hand.

In an instant, above the void, a vision of heaven and earth appeared.

First, eleven phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared, followed by phantoms of seven ancient giant elephants, and more than 4,000 phantoms of ancient giant elephants.

"Increase by 'sixty-eight percent'... a third-grade spirit sword!"

"Su Li also has a third-grade spiritual weapon? My God! Is today a large gathering of third-grade spiritual weapons?"

"Didn't we have only one third-grade spiritual weapon in the Han Dynasty? Besides, it seems that the third-grade spiritual weapon is in the hands of the royal family, right?"

...

With a third-grade spiritual sword appearing in Su Li's hand, the entire Prison Arena exploded.

If there is anyone who is not surprised now, it is 'Duan Lingtian'.

He had already heard about Su Li and Long Yun having a third-grade spiritual weapon, so even if he saw Su Li take out a third-grade spiritual sword, he didn't think it was a big deal.

"Brother Ling Tian, ​​the third-rank spirit weapons in the hands of the three of them were all made by the third-rank craftsman behind you?"

And Duan Lingtian's calm expression fell into Xiang Ying's eyes, and Xiang Ying couldn't help but ask with Yuan Li.

There was a bit of haste in the tone.

Duan Lingtian was a little surprised when he received Xiang Ying's Yuan Li condensed voice, and it took him a moment to react.

He knew that Xiang Ying was thinking too much.

"Master Xiang, you are overthinking."

Duan Lingtian responded truthfully.

"I think too much?"

Xiang Ying was startled at first, and then asked further: "Is it true that I think too much? Whether it's Miss Tianwu from the Feng family, or Su Li and Long Yun, the two young talents of the Blackstone Empire, they all seem to be on par with you." Is there a small connection?"

"That's right."

Duan Lingtian did not deny this point, "The three of them are more or less connected to me... However, the third-grade spiritual weapon in the hands of the three of them, but only Tianwu held the third-grade weapon refiner behind me. Made by Su Li and Long Yun, but it has nothing to do with the third-grade craftsman behind me."

"Besides, among these two, I am also friends with Su Li. Maybe I can ask the third-grade craftsman behind me to refine a third-grade spiritual weapon for Su Li, but it is impossible to help Long Yun."

Duan Lingtian spoke frankly.

Xiang Ying had no doubts about this, but he still couldn't help being shocked and said: "Brother Ling Tian, ​​the third-grade craftsman behind you is really a remarkable person! He was able to forge something as good as Miss Tianwu's. A third-grade spiritual weapon with an increase of '70%'."

"well enough."

Duan Lingtian nodded, because he was also thick-skinned, otherwise, he would have been so praised that he couldn't help but blush.

"It's a third-grade spiritual weapon!"

In the high-class auditorium exclusive to the royal family of the Han Dynasty, the corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, his majesty gone.

Even with his lofty status in the Han Dynasty, he couldn't help being shocked at this moment.

"It's from the Blackstone Empire again!"

The old man in black couldn't help but gasped.

"The good fortune of the people of the Blackstone Empire is indeed amazing."

And Bai Hao, who had not spoken all this time, spoke rarely, with a bit of surprise mixed in his tone.

As for the Zishang brothers and sisters, they didn't say anything.

However, Bai He, who was sitting next to Ziyan, had more greed in his eyes than when Long Yun took out the third-grade spiritual sword, "It's another third-grade spiritual weapon...and it's still a third-grade spiritual sword!"

He himself is a sword user, and what he comprehends is also the 'sword's artistic conception'.

Compared with the third-grade spiritual sword, he wanted to get a 'third-grade spiritual sword'.

"Suri?"

Bai He's eyes were full of longing.

However, soon, a word came to Bai He's ears, as if a basin of cold water was poured on Bai He's head, "He'er, you'd better not even think about the third-grade spiritual weapon in Long Yun and Su Li's hands." Think about it!"

Bai He could tell that at this time his father, the current emperor of the Han Dynasty, was concentrating his voice.

"why?!"

Hearing this, Bai He couldn't help frowning, and responded unwillingly.

"Humph!"

The emperor Yuan Li condensed his voice and snorted, and said with a bit of resentment: "You don't even think about it... Why do they have a third-grade spiritual weapon? Do you think it fell like a pie from the sky? And, They are just people from one side of the empire, with such strength, do you think there will be no masters behind them?"

The emperor's very reasonable words made Bai He hesitate.

But at this time, besides using the third-grade spiritual sword, Su Li directly displayed the 'artistic conception of the eight-fold sword' he had comprehended.

After a while, Su Li chose to strike first and attacked Feng Tianwu first.

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

...

The shadow of the sword criss-crossed, sweeping towards Feng Tianwu like a shadow.

On the other hand, Feng Tianwu flicked the third-grade spiritual whip in her hand, and it began to dance around her slender and graceful body, forming a crimson mask again.

The crimson mask, like a huge fireball, protected Feng Tianwu inside.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

...

The third-grade spiritual sword in Su Li's hand struck again and again, and the stars fell on the 'big fireball' on Feng Tianwu's body.

Every time the spirit sword falls, the huge fireball shrinks a little bit.

Of course, if you look at it with the naked eye, it is difficult to see the change of the fireball.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fireball moved and moved into the distance.

It was Feng Tianwu who realized that he could no longer be passive, otherwise, it would be almost a doomed situation...

Defensive martial arts, although they can solve the urgent need, it is impossible to use them from beginning to end.

In this ranking match, what she has to do is not to draw with Su Li, but to defeat Su Li, so that she can occupy the seventh seat in this dynasty competition.

The seventh seat, as she said earlier.

She is determined to win!

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

...

Finally, Feng Tianwu made a move, and the third-grade spiritual whip in his hand flicked, turning into dense whip shadows, sweeping out through the air, and pointing directly at Su Li.

And these whip shadows fell overwhelmingly, as if a heavy rain had fallen.

"It's raining flowers all over the sky?"

Seeing this scene, Duan Lingtian was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help recalling the scene when he first saw Feng Tianwu in the 'Fengqi City'.