316: C316 Earth Grade One Cold Wind Knife

C316 Earth Grade One Cold Wind Knife

Hearing Ji Wuming's words, Lu Xianqing's already gloomy face became even more twisted and ferocious.

Don't you, Ji Wuming, know that the one who is truly in danger right now is none other than your Thoughtless Sect?

You actually dare to clamor like this here!

"Sect Head Ji, you can't even protect yourself anymore, are you still in the mood to stand here?"

Before Lu Xianqing could say anything, another voice sounded out.

Aristichon Sect Leader Zhang Yuanhua revealed a cold smile as she stared coldly at Ji Wuming.

Towards his old opponent's mockery and ridicule, Ji Wuming did not have the slightest interest in it, his eyes were still looking at Situ Binghe on the stage, as though he was infusing his confidence.

The meaning was very clear. You don't have to worry about anything outside the arena. You just need to kill the opponent with all your might!

Sensing Ji Wuming's gaze, Situ Binghe nodded.

In fact, even if Ji Wuming didn't say that, he would have done his best.

To him, this was a disguised form of revenge.

"The match begins!"

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, Liu Ling roared, and took the lead to rush towards Situ Binghe.

Liu Ling's martial spirit was a short rod that was only half a meter long. His entire body emitted a dark green light and his aura was very strange.

Profound Grade Nine, Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod.

"Puchi!"

As the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod struck out, the space in front of him began to shake violently, as if the entire sky was going to be knocked down.

When Situ Binghe was young, he had fought against Liu Ling multiple times and had a mutual victory. Therefore, he was somewhat wary of his Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod.

"Cold Wind Blade!"

Situ Binghe's eyes suddenly turned blue, the Spirit Qi around his body became extremely cold, as though it was a piece of ice that had been frozen for a thousand years, causing people to feel waves of cold intent, causing all the blood in their body to freeze.

"Buzz!"

The instant the icy-blue blade appeared in his hand, an earthen yellow light shot up into the sky, shaking the surroundings.

"Earth Grade One!"

Situ Binghe's Cold Wind Blade was actually an Earth Grade One martial spirit. In the sect ranking competition this time, this could be considered an existence with extraordinary talent.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xianqing's pupils contracted. He couldn't help but roar, "How can it be an Earth Grade One martial spirit? Isn't your martial spirit a Profound Grade Nine?"

"Hmph, I've always had a Martial Skill that conceals the grade of my Martial Spirit. Do you think you really know me, you old dog? "

Killing intent slowly filled the depths of Situ Binghe's eyes as he roared: "berserk continuous slashes — — Breaking Ice!"

"Chi chi chi!"

The saber shadows that shot up into the sky instantly enveloped the world. Liu Ling was shocked to discover that the entire sky was covered in icy blue saber Qi that came menacingly from both sides.

"Boom!"

The Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod shattered the void in front of him with a single strike. Dozens of blade Qi turned into nothingness with this single strike. However, a few messy blade energies still landed on Liu Ling's body and penetrated through his protective Spiritual Qi.

Before the battle, he had always thought that Situ Binghe's martial spirit was only Profound Grade Nine. But now, Situ Binghe had actually broken through to the Profound Ranked Spirit Realm.

But who would have thought that it would be an Earth Grade One!

Although it seemed like a mere two grades of improvement, in truth, the difference between the Xuan grade and the Earth grade was far greater than what one could imagine!

"Wild Breath Consecutive Slash – Chaotic Wind!"

Situ Binghe's eyes were extremely cold. When facing Liu Ling, he was determined to kill him.

At first, Liu Ling was the same, but after he saw Situ Binghe's Martial Spirit, his unwavering confidence started to waver.

The Cold Wind Blade spun in the air, creating a fierce, rotating gale. This gale was formed by the tiny pieces of light from the blade, and as it gathered together, it made one's scalp tingle.

Liu Ling had fought with Situ Binghe many times, so he naturally had some understanding of Situ Binghe's martial skills.

He gripped the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod in his hand, and a dark light shot up into the sky. It grew several times longer than before, reaching ten meters in length.

"Hah!"

Liu Ling held the dark green Ghost Flame Rod with both hands and swung it backwards. Unexpectedly, a ghost face emerged from the dark green ghost flame, looking very demonic.

"Puchi!"

The Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod struck the Yellow Dragon, fiercely smashing into the violent winds.

An ear-piercing sound rang out as the two of them clashed fiercely with each other, neither of them willing to admit defeat.

"Even if you hide your Martial Spirit, so what? In the past, I could defeat you, but today, I can still kill you!"

Before this, Lu Wenqing had promised him many conditions. As long as he could kill Situ Binghe in the competition, he would be rewarded with countless cultivation resources.

Even though he and Situ Binghe were both the adopted sons of Lu Xianqing, their relationship wasn't on good terms with each other. They were competing, and would often get beaten until their heads bled from fighting over status.

This time, both of them were risking everything to take the life of the other.

"Swish!"

With a flash of his blade, Situ Binghe charged forward with a speed that the naked eye could not see, and even the air around him became covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Kacha kacha kacha!"

From afar, it looked as if a huge iceberg was forming, viciously pressing towards Liu Ling.

Liu Ling was not one to be outdone, he extended his hand and pulled out the dark green ghost flame rod, and with a sudden flick, a ball of green fire, which contained the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves, shot towards Situ Binghe.

"Chi!"

Situ Binghe slashed out with his blade, chopping apart the ghost flame. His figure closed in on Liu Ling, and the battle took a turn for the worse.

"Boom boom boom!"

The saber and the stave continued to clash with each other, and fresh blood splattered all over.

After all, Situ Binghe had a stronger martial spirit. In close combat, the Cold Wind Blade could always gain a lot of advantages.

As for Liu Ling, his Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod had broken Situ Binghe's tendons and bones, and his chest was stuffy.

The physical strength of both of them wasn't that strong, so every strike that hit each other would hurt to the bone.2

"Bam!"

Liu Ling clenched his teeth, and dodged Situ Binghe's slash. At the same time, the half meter long Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod suddenly extended out more than ten meters, smashing into Situ Binghe's abdomen, and sent him flying.

Situ Binghe, on the other hand, did not expect that Liu Ling would still be able to use this move in close combat.

"Pfft!"

Situ Binghe spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He felt as if his lower abdomen was minced, it was extremely painful.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead as his expression distorted.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Xianqing suddenly laughed out loud.

The other spectating martial artists also pointed, expressing their views.

"It's obvious that his martial spirit is a grade higher than mine, but he's still not a match. This Situ Binghe is really too weak."

"If I had to say, Liu Ling is too weird, he has a long and short stick, he can't defend against it at all."

"There's no need to watch any further. Situ Binghe will definitely lose."

With her hands behind her back, Lu Xianqing stood up proudly and said, "I told you, you would regret it."

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