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Both sides took action together.

Wei Xiaoxi's speed was indeed faster, and she swung dozens of air blades in an instant.

At the same time, Li Xiangming wielded more than a dozen swords.

Someone immediately saw something was wrong.

"Ah! Why is Wei Xiaoxi's air blade also of ice attribute? Does she have ice spiritual roots?"

Xue Jin in the crowd cleared his throat and said loudly:

"I didn't have it before I was seven years old, but after taking the muskwort, ice spirit roots grew."

"What? That's okay too?"

"Does the tendongrass have the effect of growing spiritual roots? Why have I never heard of it?" A tall, thin male cultivator looked suspicious.

"You must be ignorant... Hey, even if it's strange, when it comes to Wei Xiaoxi, anything is possible, don't you think? Brother." Someone replied to him.

The tall and thin male cultivator frowned, and was about to say that no matter how outrageous it was, he still had to respect the laws of the world.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he stared at the scene on the stage.

Like everyone else around.

On the stage.

The air blades of both sides came into contact, and a strange phenomenon occurred.

The dozens of air blades containing strange patterns that Wei Xiaoxi swung did not explode when they came into contact with the blade containing artistic conception, but...

Absorbing the energy of Li Xiangming's air blade bit by bit.

After one rotation, the energy contained in a single tide should have doubled.

But it also absorbed the energy from the opponent's air blade, which tripled it!

In just the blink of an eye, Li Xiangming's originally vaguely fragile artistic conception was shattered inch by inch, turned into mist, and was all used by Wei Xiaoxi's dozens of air blades, and he bared his teeth and claws to counterattack Li Xiangming.

"how is this possible!"

At the edge of the arena square, Jiuxiang Zhenjun stood up abruptly, his face full of disbelief.

This……

Not only must a formation be formed to allow the flow of spiritual energy particles to rotate, but also a formation similar to the spirit gathering formation must be superimposed to absorb the opponent's ice particles.

This requires a thorough understanding of the battle path and the ability to control it accurately with powerful spiritual consciousness.

"If I were at her age, I would be at a low level, but I would never be able to do this. At least... I have to be promoted to an intermediate level."

The high-ranking monks beside him couldn't help but look at him when they saw Lord Jiuxiang being so rude.

"what happened?"

While confused, many people also noticed that Lord Jianjiu, who was standing on the edge of the stand, also stood up and looked in the same direction as True Lord Jiuxiang.

The senior monks subconsciously looked towards Wei and Li's arena.

This sight also shocked me.

"What kind of ghost sword technique is this? Is it so evil? Can it also absorb other people's energy?!"

One of the monks frowned: "Disciple Wei Xiaoxi doesn't study well on weekdays. He always makes trouble. Has he practiced some evil method..."

"You mean, just like evil cultivators absorb other people's power, they absorb other people's cultivation and essence, and harm others and themselves?"

Hearing this, many monks frowned and shot stern eyes at Wei Xiaoxi.

True Lord Jiuxiang was not happy and snorted: "I don't have the eyesight to see it, so stop being so careless here. That's the formation Wei Xiaoxi used."

Another Taoist master who knows the formations stroked his beard and nodded frequently: "Yes, Wei Xiaoxi uses formations...Jiuxiang, you have taught a good disciple in the past two years."

Jiuxiang Zhenjun blushed: "I didn't teach her anything. She has good qualifications and strong comprehension."

"You old fool, you have such a good seedling, why don't you just accept him as your direct disciple... If you don't want it, I will cut off the beard."

"How do you know that I didn't and she didn't want to be okay?" Jiuxiang Zhenjun puffed his beard and glared, then said in frustration,

"This girl's mind is not focused on the mainstream formations at all. One moment she is making sword formations, and the next she is using the formations to refine some elixirs. It is not like our traditional formation masters who study the formations themselves and develop formation disks."

"No, even putting more attention on alchemy... it's such a waste of talent!"

Speaking of this, Jiuxiang Zhenjun looked heartbroken.

The Taoist formation master also had a look of pity on his face.

Both of them were senior formation masters, and their vision was unmistakable. The senior monk who just said that Wei Xiaoxi had gone astray could not say anything more, so he kept his mouth shut.

He only looked at Wei Xiaoxi and the others from a distance.

While they were discussing, Wei and Li on the stage would certainly not remain still.

There was no explosion when the air blades touched each other. Li Xiangming noticed something was wrong and frowned.

The energy contained in Wei Xiaoxi's dozens of air blades increased steadily, and their momentum surged, roaring toward him. Li Xiangming's expression changed drastically.

She was horrified and stepped back.

This is beyond her cognition.

Li Xiangming was frightened, and according to her previous fighting instinct, she subconsciously swung a dozen more sword blades, trying to break the opponent's moves.

shhhhh--

As soon as the air blade was formed, Li Xiangming realized that she had done something stupid and her face turned pale.

The roaring tidal air blade once again absorbed Li Xiangming's blade energy.

buzzing-

Wherever the tidal rotation air blade passes, the air trembles.

Li Xiangming's whole body was cold, and she still dared to draw her sword.

She had retreated to the edge of the ring and had no way to retreat.

The horizontal and vertical air blades are like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Li Xiangming couldn't dodge, so she could only roll sideways, trying to avoid most of the tidal air blades.

Pow-plop-plop-plop...bang-bang-bang!

The air blade cut into Li Xiangming's skin and flesh.

The surging energy contained was like giant bombs, exploding in four or five places on Li Xiangming's arms and legs, exploding into bloody flowers.

Lead her into the ring.

Li Xiangming's blood spilled into the sky, and she fell into the crowd, spitting out minced meat.

Dead silence.

Deathly silence.

Li Xiangming...

Lost.

Wei Xiaoxi only moved her hands once.

Then No. 1 in the early stage of foundation building... was knocked off the stage.

Failure comes too fast, like a tornado.

Li Xiangming was confused.

Looking at the tall woman in purple clothes on the stage with a subtle smile on her lips, Li Xiangming's eyes darkened.

Why, why is Wei Xiaoxi shining again, while he is as small as an ant?

No, she is not an ant this time, but a clown.

Embarrassing and funny clown.

She knocked down the ring and knocked down a crowd of people.

The unlucky ones who were hit were cursing.Or exclaimed and started scrambling to get up.

Li Xiangming seemed unconscious.

He stared straight at the ring with his eyes.

That's not how it should be.

Li Xiangming's original idea was to destroy Wei Xiaoxi's several blades with one blade of his own.

Injuring Wei Xiaoxi and slowing her down, her spiritual power was almost exhausted by herself.

Finally, he used the Star Lottery to freeze Wei Xiaoxi into a popsicle and defeat her in one fell swoop!

Just like how she treated Xiao Mo that day.

Or...

He accidentally killed Wei Xiaoxi.

Can……

Li Xiangming's energy and blood surged, and she vomited blood again.

Unlike Li Xiangming's disillusioned collapse state, Xu Yan almost went crazy with joy.

She screamed: "Ahhhh - Junior Sister Wei, Wei Xiaoxi, goddess! My goddess of luck!"

Four times!

She suddenly received 400 yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones.

She has done almost a hundred tasks this time!

"Ahhh!"

Xu Yan's scream was like water pouring into a frying pan, instantly igniting the lifeless surroundings.