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Of course Ling Yiran competed, and if he didn't compete, he would really be a back door: "I am willing to compete."

Empress Nuwa said proudly: "We mortals have ambitions, student Xue, the point is over in the competition, if I see you making small moves..."

A stern light flashed in her eyes, and Xue Zhuo nodded in fright.

Empress Nuwa smiled in satisfaction, rubbed Ling Yiran's head and said, "Xuezhuo is a snow demon, who is afraid of fire and heat, so don't be too polite in a fight."

Ling Yiran couldn't help laughing, he really liked Empress Nuwa's eccentricity.

Xue Zhuo's face turned dark, but Empress Nuwa was an ancient god, no matter how dissatisfied he was, she didn't dare to say a word.

Empress Nuwa set up a circular enchantment with a diameter of 30 meters in the fighting field, and the onlookers can stand outside the enchantment and watch with peace of mind, and will not be accidentally injured by the people inside.

The students in the outdoor class wanted to watch the match between Ling Yiran and Xuezhuo, and the teachers also wanted to see Ling Yiran's strength, so they agreed that everyone should watch the match first before class.

Everyone gathered outside the barrier, discussing: "Didn't it mean that Empress Nuwa's heart has always been biased toward humans? How did she find Xue Zhuo, the son of the Demon King, to compete with the son of Beiyin Great Emperor? Xue Zhuo is the only one in the intermediate class. In the top ten, can the son of Emperor Beiyin beat him to enter the intermediate class?"

"I guess Empress Nuwa found Xuezhuo before she met the son of Beiyin Great, otherwise she would have called the worst student in the intermediate class to fight against the son of Beiyin Great."

"Even if he is the worst student in the intermediate class, the son of Beiyin Emperor may not be able to beat him."

"That's right, how can a person with mortal blood beat someone with orthodox blood?" The person who said this had just finished speaking when he received a stern look from Empress Nuwa, and the next second, he was shot at by the other party The majesty hit 20 meters away.

Empress Nuwa said coldly: "If I hear you say that mortals are not good again, get the hell out of Tiandao Academy. Tiandao Academy doesn't welcome you."

Everyone dared not make any more noise.

Empress Nuwa said to Ling Yiran: "Come on, let's win glory for mortals."

Ling Yiran nodded, and while walking towards the center of the barrier, he took out the Soul Hooking Scythe.

Everyone saw their magical artifacts and discussed in a low voice.

"His magic weapon looks so ordinary, and its grade is not high."

"I've seen his magic weapon. It seems that the impermanence in the underworld uses the same type of magic weapon as him."

"I've seen it too, it's exactly the same as the impermanent Hooking Scythe."

"The son of the Great Beiyin takes the magic weapon of impermanence? The underworld is so poor that it can only use the little devil's magic weapon?"

Zhao Wuxi was very angry when he heard everyone's discussion: "Damn, how dare you underestimate our hell."

Lunian called out to Ling Yiran: "Little master, let everyone see how powerful your Hooking Scythe is."

Yun Qixin also shouted: "Yes, little master, let everyone see the final form of your Soul Scythe, and let everyone know how cool and awesome it is."

The shape of the magic weapon, in addition to the shape made by the craftsman, is to use its own special ability to change or upgrade the shape of the magic weapon, but now only the Beiyin Emperor can have this special ability.

Some people didn't know about this and asked curiously, "What is the final form?"

Someone explained: "I heard that the Great Emperor Beiyin has a special ability to create the form of a magic weapon through a ghost. It only takes one or two seconds to change the magic weapon into another form. I just heard about it. How is it done? I don't know."

"Is there such a miraculous thing?"

"Ah."

Ling Yiran heard Yun Qixin and the others shout, and with a movement of his fingertips, the Hooking Scythe rotated at a high speed, and there were countless black ghosts flying around the Hooking Scythe, roaring, and when the Hooking Scythe stopped, it turned into a domineering and dazzling Hooking Soul The sickle and the scimitar are sharp and sharp like the black beak of the oriental crested hornbill. The back of the knife is a row of short and sharp black hooks, and there are ten small skulls embedded in the tail of the back. Skulls can talk, sing, or curse. Below them are ten beautiful black feathers that look like phoenix tails. In terms of appearance and aesthetics, it can definitely be squeezed into the top ten of all magical instruments.

"Wow—" The girls immediately fell in love with the magic weapon in Ling Yiran's hand, and they said excitedly: "I like this magic weapon, if only I had such a magic weapon."

"We can take pictures and ask a trainer to help build it."

Although boys don't like too gorgeous appearance, they are attracted by the domineering atmosphere.

Calming down the pride, he said, "Our little master's magic weapon looks good."

Xue Zhuo's follower snorted, "No matter how beautiful the magic weapon is, what good is it? It depends on whether it works well or not."

"You will know whether it works or not later." Ping Xi shouted at Ling Yiran: "Little master, come on."

Xue Zhuo's followers also shouted: "Prince Xue, come on."

Xue Zhuo took out two ice ring instruments with a circle of small bells on them. When waving them, they had the effect of confusing people's minds. As soon as he took out the ice rings, he shook them to make Ling Yiran's consciousness dissipate .

By the time Ling Yiran sensed the other party's intentions and wanted to block his hearing, his consciousness had become drowsy and he couldn't control his emotions.

"Shameless." Ling Yiran ecstatically cursed a little skull suddenly: "Little man, despicable, not popular..."

Then, the last small tail of the Hooking Sickle swung and hit Ling Yiran in the face, Ling Yiran immediately woke up and closed his hearing.

Xue Zhuo's face darkened, and the other party's Hooking Scythe seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and even took the initiative to wake up its master.

Ling Yiran swung his sickle quickly: "Ghost cry."

There was a buzzing sound in the Hooking Sickle, like ghosts howling, as if they were roaring crazily unwillingly, the sound wave attacked Xuezhuo, at the same time, the singing little skull on the Hooking Hooking Scythe opened its voice and let out a sharp and piercing cry, With a double attack, Xue Zhuo hurriedly set up a snow wall to protect himself, and also blocked his hearing.

It would be miserable for those who stood outside the barrier to watch. Although the barrier could block all kinds of magic attacks, it couldn't stop the sound from coming out. The worst voice in history penetrated into their ears. Suddenly, everyone's ears were like being attacked When it came to rape, I got pimples all over my body, and it was very uncomfortable, even driving me crazy.

"Damn it, that's the ugliest sound I've ever heard," the students said.

"It's so scary, I'm going to have nightmares tonight."

"Student Ling, please let it stop."

Lunian covered his ears and said, "Now you know how powerful my little master's magic weapon is."

Even Ling Yiran couldn't stand it: "Stop screaming."

Little Skull put away his voice and hummed a strange song.

Ling Yiran used another move to kill the ghosts in all directions, and then, four ten-meter-high black giant ominous ghosts drilled out from around Xuezhuo, and slashed at Xuezhuo with a huge hooked sickle.

Xuezhuo hurriedly dodges.

The Hooking Scythe hit the ground, making a loud bang, and the ground shook violently. Fortunately, Empress Nuwa stepped down the barrier early in the morning, so the ground didn't cut a big hole, but it smashed Xue Zhuo's defensive shield made of ice , The ghosts missed the target and chased again.

"Frozen—" Xue Zhuo shook the ice ring in his hand, a snowstorm started to fall from the sky, and the snow fell very fast, falling on the ominous ghosts, freezing them immediately.

Seeing this, Ling Yiran used the ghost protection barrier to protect himself, then raised the hooking sickle and swept the heavy snow to the other side.

"I hate snow." A small skeleton of the Hooking Scythe suddenly spouted a big fire, melting all the surrounding snow. It was frightening that the heat of his fire was very high, and then sprayed wildly at the snow: "I hate the snow demon who can snow .”

Xue Zhuo was most afraid of fire, so he hurriedly took out a defensive magic weapon to block the fire attack. At this moment, he had to admit that the other party's magic weapon was really difficult to deal with, and with Ling Yiran, it was like eleven people dealing with it he.

The students outside the barrier could already see that the balance of victory had tilted towards Ling Yiran.

Ling Yiran didn't want to expose too much of his cards in front of so many people, and in order to make a quick decision, he concentrated all his mana on the magic weapon, and the ten skulls on the Hooking Soul Scythe immediately let out a crazy roar, like a sky As if they were about to fall down, the skeletons were crying and whining, and the students outside the barrier were sweating.

"What happened? Why is the skull screaming so miserable?"

"Why do I feel like they are roaring excitedly? It's just different from how we express it."

Ling Yiran teleported to Xue Zhuo's front.

Xue Zhuo hurriedly took out the god-level defensive artifact to resist, there was a loud bang, the forces collided, and even the barrier was shaken.

With a snap, cracks appeared in the artifact in Xue Zhuo's hand.

"how is this possible?"

Xue Zhuo couldn't believe it looking at Ling Yiran, how could it be possible to break the god-level artifact with the other party's cultivation base, even if the demon king made a move, it would take several moves to break the artifact, but Ling Yiran smashed it with one move.

Just as he lost his mind, Ling Yiran pierced the artifact again and hit Xuezhuo.

Fear flashed in Xuezhuo's eyes, and he quickly teleported to hide behind Ling Yiran.

Ling Yiran quickly turned around and swept over with the Hooking Scythe.

"I admit defeat." Xue Zhuo shouted urgently: "Nuwa Empress, I admit defeat."

The opponent can even break the divine weapon, how can he have the ability to fight against the opponent.

The hooking sickle in Ling Yiran's hand rested on Xuezhuo's neck, as long as he spoke more slowly, it would definitely cut his neck.

The students in the intermediate class were shocked when they heard that he had conceded, and Xue Zhuo, who had always been rebellious, actually conceded.

Is this really the Xuezhuo they know?

Ling Yiran snorted coldly, and kicked Xuezhuo to the edge of the barrier.

Xuezhuo was furious: "Ling Yiran, I've already surrendered, and you still kicked me?"

Ling Yiran said frankly, "I'm worried that you're pretending to admit defeat."

Xue Zhuo stared at him with vicious eyes: "You bastard."

Empress Nuwa put away the barrier, and asked quietly: "What did you say?"

Xuezhuo suppressed his anger and said, "Nuwa Empress, I said I'm tired and I want to go back and rest."

"Go."

Xue Zhuo glared at Ling Yiran angrily, turned and left.