C215 Longwu Mystical Weapon (2/2)
”Seventh Prince and Eighth Prince, there should be no suspense left. They will be directly promoted, the other two Fighter s will be in trouble, they lost miserably in the first round.”
”That's why we say, in the competition for the top 20, everyone has strength, but depending on the order in which you go on stage, and the corresponding participants, if it's the Seventh Prince or the Eighth Prince, then there's no chance of victory.”
Chu Qianye was secretly surprised in his heart, he did not expect that he would encounter Fighter who had the most victories in the first round.
In Chu Qianye's mind, his battle achievements immediately surfaced.
As he observed, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
This Xuan Ming, had challenged the Xuan Ranking countless of times. Although he had not been able to enter the rankings, this kind of Fighter, who had already experienced the slaughter of the Battlestage, would not lose much in terms of strength.
Two figures quickly flashed onto the Battlestage.
First battle: Ou Chen VS Ruo Qian!
A terrifying battle intent radiated from the two of them.
After the elimination of the arena, these people's strength were quite terrifying.
Ruo Qian was a beautiful woman, no matter if it was his appearance or body, his looks or skin, he was so beautiful that it would cause one's heart to palpitate. Her expression was cold like ice, but it had a unique charm to it.
”Just give up, I won't hit women.” Ou Chen said as soon as he saw his.
Ruo Qian held onto a battle sword, the Bodily movement was extremely profound, he stood firmly in front of him and revealed a bland expression.
”Looking down on us women?” Ruo Qian asked indifferently, ”Xiu!”
The sole of his foot suddenly stomped, and his figure immediately rushed forward, in a few blinks of an eye, he suddenly appeared in front of Ou Chen.
”Flowing Water Sword!”
The battle sword in her hands released a blinding light, like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, the sword beams were like frost, wantonly exploding forth in a terrifying manner.
”Sizzle sizzle.”
The sword qi was like a clap of thunder as it exploded in a terrifying manner.
”Middle grade Profound Rank Martial Skills!”
Seeing the terrifying explosion of Sword Qi, the pupil suddenly shrank, and said in shock.
Chu Qianye was also a little surprised. It was extremely rare for a woman to actually be able to unleash such a terrifying sword skill.
Obviously, Ou Chen was also caught off guard.
Ruo Qian's slash was both fierce and swift, and its explosive power was extremely terrifying. He did not seem like a woman at all.
”So powerful, the sword intent of a perfect supreme expert!” Someone exclaimed, his face revealing a look of shock.
”Is this really a woman?”
”Ou Chen is overthinking.”
The current Ou Chen could only retreat quickly. With a punch of his palm, he used the Fist strength to block the sword qi that was coming from Ruo Qian's slash.
”Bam!”
Ou Chen retreated several meters as he looked at Ruo Qian with a shocked expression, and revealed a serious expression.
”You really do have some ability.” Ou Chen said as he took out his own Xuan Soldiers s from the Qiankun Ring. It was actually a Batle halberd s, all of them sparkling with a black lacquer, and a terrifying aura.
Although they were separated by a long distance, everyone could still feel a sense of pressure from this Batle halberd.
”What a terrifying aura.”
Chu Qianye's face also revealed an astonished expression.
”Longwu Mystical Weapon!”
One of the Sect Leader said in shock.
Longwu Mystical Weapon?
Everyone's eyes immediately began to burn.
Xuan Soldiers s had elite skills, martial arts breaking, Longwu s, kamikaze s, and Hong Wu s. Longwu s were already quite expensive, and their explosive strength was almost two times that of the martial arts breaking level.
Therefore, when the Batle halberd appeared in Ou Chen's hands, it released a berserk aura.
As expected of the Longwu Mystical Weapon, the moment he appeared in everyone's sight, he became so unique, especially this layer of pressure that was formless, which gave the Fighter quite a bit of psychological pressure.