Chapter 1846 Lost in the Magic Weapon

"Heavenly Rank Divine Art? Could it be that Senior Brother Jiang also practiced Heavenly Rank Divine Art?" Hearing Jiang Ming's shout, Zhao Yuxi's face changed drastically, and he lost his voice. The other disciples were also shocked.

Xiao Chen on the side nodded faintly, and said: "It should be the Heavenly Rank Divine Art that the Palace Master bid for. The Palace Master attaches great importance to this battle of blue shadows, so it's okay for Jiang Ming to practice."

"I've also cultivated." Miao Cuiling who spoke suddenly, a smug face appeared on her pretty face, and her words immediately filled the eyes of all the disciples with envy and jealousy.

On the main seat, Fang Qianxing and the others also showed joy on their faces after hearing Jiang Ming's words, as if they were quite confident in Jiang Ming's upcoming divine art.

Ding Yan, who was also on the main seat, raised his eyebrows, squinted at Fang Qianxing who was full of joy, and said in his heart: "The heavenly god art auctioned by the chamber of commerce seems to be more powerful than the heavenly gods of the phantom holy palace." It is more powerful if you make a decision, but don't be too happy."

High above the sky, when Jiang Ming's strength reached the limit, his hands began to make marks one after another, and the palms of his hands actually glowed with a faint blue light, and a tyrannical aura permeated.

"Sure enough, it's the palm of Mie Shen Mo's heart." A faint smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face.

"What a powerful force!" Zhao Yuxi said in shock, with a blank face, and couldn't help swallowing. All the disciples also turned pale because of the tyrannical momentum because of their poor cultivation.

"Heavenly Rank Divine Art! Destroying God Demon Heart Palm!"

The sound of drinking fell, and the tyrannical power gathered in the palm of Jiang Ming's palm. Jiang Ming blasted out, and the cyan palm print with a size of several feet broke through the air.

Feeling the tyrannical power, the faces of everyone below the square suddenly changed drastically.

"The power of Mie Shenmo's palm is really amazing!" The audience exclaimed, their pupils magnified, and they all concentrated on the palm print of that energy.

"Worthy of being in the Heavenly God Realm, its power is comparable to that of the Huang-rank Holy Jue." Her beautiful eyes flashed a hint of wonder, and Caiyun also said in surprise, her pretty face slightly dazed. The powerful Jue that was auctioned off from her hands is now finally Have the opportunity to witness the power of Judgment.

"boom!"

"Puff!"

The two tyrannical energies collided, and there was a muffled thunderous bang. The faces of both of them changed at the same time, their faces turned pale, and they vomited blood at the same time, both of them were injured by the opponent's power.

"This...how is it possible! I have consumed so many Saint Yuan,

His Heavenly Rank Divine Art actually has such power! At the moment he vomited blood, Song Tianliang's heart trembled, he couldn't believe it, and he was secretly glad that Jiang Ming's strength was consumed just now, otherwise he would definitely be defeated at this moment.

Although Song Tianliang was injured by Jiang Ming's strange move just now, it did not affect his strength. He was still at the peak of strength, and he could definitely seriously injure Jiang Ming, who had consumed a lot of strength, when he was still at the peak of strength. It can also injure him, which shows that Jiang Ming's heavenly magic art is very powerful.

The smiles on the faces of Zhao Yuxi and the others froze immediately, and they were secretly anxious. Jiang Ming was the trump card of Qinglan Sacred Palace and the key to winning or losing.

Jiang Ming's injury undoubtedly brought an inexplicable pressure to Qinglan Sacred Palace. All the disciples were extremely nervous, and the palms of each one were sweating.

"Song Tianliang's injury is not serious, and he won't last long!" He muttered joyfully in his heart, and Fang Qianxing still kept a bright smile on his face.

"Song Tianliang, it seems that the Heavenly Divine Art of Qinglan Sacred Palace is stronger." Even though it consumed a lot of power, it was still able to shock Song Tianliang, and Jiang Ming's face also revealed a look of joy and complacency. .

Song Tianliang struggled to hold on, with no intention of giving up at all, his face was extremely gloomy. He never expected that the Heavenly Rank Divine Art that Qinglan Sacred Palace bid for would be so powerful.

"Song Tianliang, you lost!" Jiang Ming was overjoyed, slightly withdrew his palm, and then suddenly pushed it out again, his strength actually increased a bit.

"Hey, Jiang Ming, don't be too happy!" A smug grin suddenly appeared on his pale face, and with a move with his right hand, he sacrificed another high-grade spiritual weapon, which was a fiery red bead. Song Tianliang The strength skyrocketed again.

"This is..." Seeing that magic weapon, Jiang Ming's face suddenly changed, and his dark eyes flashed with horror.

"That guy actually has a high-grade spiritual weapon!" The faces of the disciples of Qinglan Shenggong changed drastically again, and they all took a breath.

"Essence Devouring Pearl!" Below, Fang Qianxing and the three elders' expressions changed drastically, their eyes were clearly flickering with anger, and their gazes all turned to Ding Yan who was at the side at the same time.

"You don't have the strength to resist, do you?" Seeing Jiang Ming's terrified expression, Song Tianliang became more and more proud.

"Bastard!" Song Tianliang's strength increased rapidly, Jiang Ming couldn't hold it anymore, his face was contorted, and he looked extremely struggling, and couldn't help but cursed angrily.

"boom!"

"puff!"

The two tyrannical forces colliding with each other, as Song Tianliang sacrificed the top-grade spiritual weapon again, his power more than doubled in the blink of an eye, the two forces suddenly exploded, and the explosion energy ripples all blasted in the direction of Jiang Ming When he came out, his face paled instantly, Jiang Ming was so shocked that he vomited blood, and his figure flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Brother Jiang!"

"Big brother!"

All the disciples of Qinglan Sacred Palace shouted in shock, the last thing they wanted to see happened, their faces were ashes.

"We win with strength, and we lose with magic weapon." With a sigh from the audience, Master Wanqian said flatly.

"It turns out to be Palace Master Ding's magic weapon, which can increase his powerful strength within half an hour. This battle is indeed wonderful, but it's a pity." With a faint smile on her pretty face, Caiyun chuckled lightly.

"Palace Master Ding, you are really willing to lend your own magic weapon to the disciple for temporary battle." Fang Qianxing sarcastically sarcastically glared at Ding Yan with his face twitching.

Hearing this, with a smile on his face, Ding Yan glanced at Fang Qianxing, and Ding Yan smiled slightly: "Didn't Palace Master Fang also pass the Mie Shenmo Heart Palm to Jiang Ming?"

"If you lose, you lose. It can only be said that Palace Master Fang is not ready." An elder of Mirage Holy Palace said with a smile. As long as Jiang Ming loses, there is no doubt that Mirage Holy Palace will win.

"You!" The flesh on his face twitched again, and his heart was full of anger, but Fang Qianxingqian didn't know how to refute.

Song Tianliang did not violate the rules, and Jiang Ming was seriously injured, his Shengyuan was exhausted, and he was unable to fight anymore. The victory and defeat were already divided.

Seeing that Jiang Ming fell to the outside of the square, Wang Jian rushed out with vigorous steps, caught Jiang Ming, and put him down smoothly.

"Jiang Ming, you lost." In the sky, the smile on his face became brighter, and Song Tianliang smiled triumphantly.

Hearing this, there was a smile on Jiang Ming's pale face, as if he wasn't depressed by failure at all.

"I win in strength, but you win in magic weapon. It depends on how you understand it. There is nothing to be proud of." Taking a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood in his body, Jiang Ming smiled slightly.

"If you lose, you lose. This is just an excuse for the weak to cover up." Song Tianliang sneered slightly, not caring about Jiang Ming's words at all. In his opinion, as long as the Phantom Sacred Palace wins, it doesn't care about the process. to see the result.

Shaking his head slightly, Jiang Ming stopped talking, and with the support of Wang Jian, he walked towards the disciples of Qinglan Holy Palace.

With Jiang Ming's defeat, all the disciples of Qinglan Sacred Palace looked depressed, and the master and general of Qinglan Sacred Palace had already been defeated. The next battle will undoubtedly increase the pressure on Qinglan Sacred Palace.

Many high-ranking forces also shook their heads secretly. In such a wonderful battle, I thought Jiang Ming would win, but Song Tianliang turned things around. As long as the Phantom Sacred Palace wins another game, Qinglan Sacred Palace will lose, except for Jiang Mingzhi Besides, they don't seem to be optimistic about other disciples.

Even if Miao Cuiling barely wins, as the third disciple, Qinglan Sacred Palace may not be able to produce a disciple of the Saint King Realm. You must know that the third disciple of the Phantom Sacred Palace is also in the early stage of the Saint King Realm. ,

The second battle was between Miao Cuiling and Fu Hai. Both of them were in the early stage of the Holy King. Miao Cuiling's exquisite body stood on the square, and immediately attracted cheers. That beautiful face, Feast the eyes of the men present.

Although Miao Cuiling's beauty is not as good as Caiyun's, Miao Cuiling's elegant temperament is also inferior to Caiyun's. In comparison, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Miao Cuiling belongs to the kind of pure and elegant beauty, while Caiyun belongs to the mature and full of charm Gorgeous.

I have to say that the battle between the two was also very exciting. Although she was a woman, Miao Cuiling was also considered a genius disciple of Qinglan Sacred Palace, with extremely strong fighting power, comparable to Fu Hai's.

But because she is a woman, she is not as strong as a man in terms of strength. After a hard fight, she is also at a disadvantage.

Even Miao Cuiling is difficult to match, which makes everyone in Qinglan Sacred Palace very anxious. If Miao Cuiling loses, Qinglan Sacred Palace will lose.

But fortunately, at the last moment, Miao Cuiling used the Mie Shenmo Heart Palm, proudly and seriously injuring Fu Hai. Both of them were unable to fight any more because they had exhausted their sage yuan, so the round ended in a draw.

Miao Cuiling was not defeated, which made everyone in Qinglan Sacred Palace heave a sigh of relief, but that was only temporary, and the next third battle was the most critical.

"Master Fang, who is going to fight in this third competition? The disciples of Qinglan Sacred Palace seem to have lost the realm of the Holy King." On the square, Lu Changqing, a disciple of the Phantom Sacred Palace, smiled, feeling secretly proud.

"The old man recommends Xiao Chen." On the main seat, Wei Luan stroked his beard and spoke lightly.

As soon as Wei Luan's words came out, the audience fell silent for an instant, and his eyes turned to Xiao Chen involuntarily. Xiao Chen killed seventy or eighty guards of the Liu family by himself. This point is enough to make people dare not underestimate it.

"Qinglan Sacred Palace really let him play in the end." A seductive smile appeared on Qiao's face, and Caiyun seemed to have expected it.

Everyone present was also very much looking forward to Xiao Chen's battle, and wanted to know what kind of cultivation Xiao Chen was, but what Liu Chengfeng said next made everyone's expressions suddenly change.

"Xiao Chen himself said that he is not a disciple of Qinglan Sacred Palace, since he is not, then he is not qualified to fight!" Liu Chengfeng said slightly grimly as he glanced at Xiao Chen with his cold eyes.