Chapter 144 The Battle of Artifact Spirits (4 More...

In an instant, the Bell Square fell into all kinds of chaos.

The body of the Phantom Spirit Bell split open suddenly, but it caused the talented students of the Wufu to compete for the spirit of the weapon.

Before, everyone knew that this phantom bell was not an extraordinary thing, but they didn't expect it to contain a weapon spirit, and even on the list of spiritual weapons, only the magic weapon with a relatively high ranking could contain a weapon spirit...

This kind of treasure is definitely something that people can fight for in the outside world.

Especially after seeing Lei Zhen, Lei Li and other geniuses from the Holy Bell City who were unable to subdue the spirit of the phantom bell, even Wei Qingfan and Shen Yunxi were moved.

"Shua..."

Many gifted students with extraordinary strength burst out from their respective college teams one after another, moving swiftly and violently like arrows leaving the string, rushing towards the spirit weapon one after another.

"Buzz!"

The spirit of the phantom bell turned into a golden ball of light at this moment, the size was only half a meter high, and the illusory light and shadow showed the outline of a golden bell.

Obscure and powerful power fluctuations are constantly released from its body.

The faces of the surrounding people all showed a lot of enthusiasm and longing.

"I, Huge, took this thing away..."

The person who spoke was a young man wearing the badge of Haoyue Academy, and a surging aura erupted from his body, reaching the astonishing level of the ninth level of Tongyuan Realm.

The majestic power of true essence burst out from the opponent's palm in an instant, and the huge devouring suction shrouded the light and shadow of Zhong Ling in it.

"Hmph, are you qualified to get your hands on this treasure?" A sneer of contempt followed, and Wei Qingfan, the Emperor Feng, had already rushed in front of the other party.

At the same time, Lingxi Shen Yunxi also arrived here, "Put things down."

Wei Qingfan raised his hand and raised a palm, a solid golden palm print escaped from his palm, advancing forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Shen Yunxi stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, and a sharp sword aura burst out like a flying shadow, tearing the air, and dragging a transparent air wave in the air.

Two top talents shot at the same time.

The face of the Haoyue Academy genius named Hu Gewen suddenly turned pale, and his constricted pupils were full of panic.

"boom!"

The extremely powerful offensive of power hit the opponent's body solidly, and the strong airflow on the table swept all directions, together with the violent riot of true energy, the genius of Haoyue Academy seemed to be hit by a mountain, and he was forced to die. He flew out, hit the ground heavily, vomited blood, and couldn't get up.

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"Damn it, you can't handle the ninth level of Tongyuan Realm?"

On the side of Tianxing Martial Mansion, Mu Feng, who was just about to rush up to the platform to "play fish in troubled waters", twitched his eyes involuntarily, and then retracted his steps consciously.

Seeing Li Huiye behind him, Zhou Lu and the others felt annoyed and amused.

"Senior Brother Mu Feng, you'd better just wait there! Your legs will definitely be broken if you go up." Li Huiye said.

"Yeah! That makes sense." Mu Feng nodded, and then scolded, "Oh, I really don't have old people's hearts, people's hearts are not old, this is simply a group of robbers! The old patriarch of the Holy Bell City must be sick coming."

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On the platform, there were sparks flying all over the place, and the colorful real energy collided and impacted together, and the platform was almost demolished by everyone.

Some people were knocked down as soon as they met Zhong Lingxuying.

Some people were attacked by everyone without even touching them.

There are also people who are inexplicable and slapped out as soon as they come on stage.

The stage was immediately chaotic.

Of course, the instructors didn't have any intention of interfering with the students making such a fuss. All those present here are core mentors, the most powerful coaches in each major martial arts.

They all understand that no matter where there are people, there will be fights at any time.

And fighting together, relying on their respective strengths to gain a firm foothold.

Competing for the spirit of the phantom bell is an experience on the way of growth.

They are all young and energetic teenagers, why do they make trouble?

The instructors didn't care, but everyone in the city of the Holy Bell was very angry.

"You, you..." An elderly man pointed at Honglian, the core instructor of the Imperial Martial Academy who was the closest, and cursed, "It's just too presumptuous, the Phantom Bell belongs to our Holy Bell City, why don't you let them all stop? "

However, Honglian didn't take it seriously at all, her eyelids were lightly raised, and she replied flatly, "The patriarch of the noble tribe said clearly before, what kind of power can be obtained from this phantom bell? It all depends on their ability, how can this Isn't the weapon spirit a kind of power of the phantom bell?"

"you……"

"Since this weapon spirit also belongs to the power of the phantom bell, is it reasonable for them to fight based on their own abilities?"

Hong Lian's words sounded reasonable, but it was really the same thing. The old man was so angry that he had nothing to refute, and he could only turn his eyes to the patriarch Lei Shi.

Lei Shi let out a long and helpless sigh, fluttered his dry lips slightly, and finally shook his head, choosing to let them go...

No matter what, the spirit of this phantom clock can't be kept.

Even if these young students of the Higher Martial House in the Imperial Capital City do not compete for this weapon spirit today, this matter will definitely be rumored in a few days.

At the time of the introduction, some people of various religions and nine streams wandering around the Tianchi Mountains heard the news and came to spy on it, which was another headache.

In Lei Shi's view, the main purpose is to keep the comfort of the Holy Bell City, not to mention that the body of the phantom bell has been destroyed, and its power is definitely not as good as before.

The only thing that makes Lei Shi feel sorry is that this thing was left by Patriarch Lei Huan back then, which really makes people feel a little sad.

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"Mengshang, you don't plan to want that artifact spirit?" Honglian said to Luo Mengshang who was quietly standing beside her.

Luo Mengshang shook her head slightly, and replied softly, "No more, I can't grab them."

"Really?" Guren said in disbelief.

Luo Mengshang smiled lightly, her bright eyes rolled, but she stopped talking.

...

"boom!"

On the Taoist platform, the geniuses of the various high-level martial arts are fighting fiercely.

Slowly, everyone seemed to be fighting for real, and no matter what the purpose of coming up was, they each looked for their own opponents to confront each other fiercely.

"Hmph, just because you want to get your hands on this thing? Get out of here." Wei Qingfan sent a young talented student flying with his palm, shaking the audience with his powerful aura.

"Capturing the Dragon Hand!"

With a loud shout, Wei Qingfan put his left hand on his right arm, then turned his right hand from inside to outside, and thrust out one hand quickly, only to see a golden hand several meters wide suddenly transformed into... …

Under Wei Qingfan's control, the big golden hand swept across all directions and grabbed the phantom of the golden bell hanging in midair.

"What an amazing momentum..."

Everyone's expressions changed. As expected of Wei Qingfan, such a powerful aura almost suppressed everyone.

However, just when the big golden hand was about to touch the phantom of Zhong Ling, a beautiful and solid plum blossom crossed out in a spinning motion. During the rapid movement, the plum blossom transformed into a A sharp sword shadow, the sharp edge dragged through the air with the force of breaking wind, stung everyone's eardrums.

"call out……"

The sword shadow transformed from the plum blossom cut across the wrist of the big golden hand directly. The unstoppable sword energy was like a sharp blade piercing the tofu. The sword cut off the big golden hand that Wei Qingfan transformed into.

"Hey, Young Master Wei, don't forget about me." Shen Yunxi's sword is powerful, and the aura of swords and gangsters lingers around his body, but the powerful aura is no less powerful than that of Wei Qingfan.

"Hmph." Wei Qingfan sneered, with arrogance and disdain on his brows, "Plum Blossom Sword, Shen Yunxi, has long admired his name..."

"How can a mere name be compared with Young Master Wei?"

"Since you know that you are a cheap name, then go away."

"Boom!"

Surging true energy erupted from Wei Qingfan's body like a raging waterfall, rolling up a majestic mountain-like pressure to attack the opponent.

Shen Yunxi did not show any weakness either, the sword energy was condensed in his palm, sharp and sharp.

...

But seeing Wei Qingfan and Shen Yunxi, the two top talents fighting each other, the eyes of everyone in the audience were all surprised. This kind of contest is not something that can be seen casually.

As for the fight between the two of them, the geniuses of Lingxi Wufu and Difeng Wufu also couldn't help but fight together.

"Hmph, Guo Sen, look at the sword..."

The arrogant Shang Ze stabs at Guo Sen with a dazzling sword. To be honest, Guo Sen is stronger than the opponent. Under normal circumstances, Shang Ze is not his opponent at all. But just two days ago, when Guo Sen was fighting with Chu Hen, he was pierced by Chu Hen's palm with the Demon Slaying Spear. Even though his right hand hadn't healed yet, Shang Ze was able to deal with him.

"bass……"

While dodging the opponent's attack, Guo Sen suddenly whispered, "Hey, there's no point in fighting between us, look over there."

there?

The corners of Shang Ze's eyes froze, and he swept in the direction indicated by the other party, only to see a young figure sitting there on the other side of the platform, with his eyes closed, like a rock.

Shang Ze's face was involuntarily covered with frost, "Hmph, you bastard, you're still in a dream at this time..."

"Hey, if you said that you accidentally injured yourself, will someone pursue it?" Guo Sen asked with a sly smile.

accidental injury?

Shang Ze was startled for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and a sinister look flashed through his eyes.

"You understand?" Guo Sen smiled even more proudly.

"Hmph..." Shang Ze smiled coldly, and once again raised his sword to strike at the opponent, "Guo Sen, lie down for me."

Compared with the previous strike, Shang Ze's attack was obviously a bit slower. Guo Sen understood it, and stretched out his left arm to grab the opponent's wrist with ease.

"Hey, the genius of Lingxi Wufu, that's all."

"boom!"

Guo Sen pushed his hand and patted the opponent's arm, and the sword in Shang Ze's hand flew out immediately, and the location where the sword flew was not elsewhere, but the place where Chu Hen was.

"call out……"

The flickering sword is like the flowing light that goes back thousands of years, exuding endless danger and murderous intent.

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"Brother Chuhen, be careful!" Ye Yao's panic-stricken voice suddenly sounded from the audience.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes turned to Chu Hen, and everyone's pupils couldn't help shrinking. The sharp sword had already arrived in front of Chu Hen.

what happened?

Xi Lan, Zuo Mo, Mu Feng and other student instructors from Tianxing Martial House were all shocked.

Long Qingyang, Long Xuanshuang and the others were equally astonished.

...

Guo Sen and Shang Ze already had smug smiles on their faces, and the scene of Chu Hen being pierced through the chest by a sharp sword appeared in their minds.

However, when the sword was less than ten centimeters away from the target, Chu Hen suddenly opened his eyes, and two bright rays of light shot out.

He raised his right hand in an instant, turned one hand into a palm knife, and accurately slashed on the blade of the precious sword.

"Ding……"

The clear and crisp sound was both pleasant and harsh, and I saw that the sword broke into two pieces.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and violent aura shot up from Chu Hen's body like frost, and the corner of his mouth was pompous, and an indifferent voice blurted out.

"You really think I'm asleep?"

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