Chapter 1388 The Spring of the Divine Sword that Protects the Country

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Zuo Xianling drew an arc from mid-air and landed on the formation platform with both feet.

The moment the sword lights of the formations closed together, the competition began immediately.

Bai Hailan from Luoyu Academy looked at her, swallowed, and then swung out his long whip with all his strength.

The tail of the whip made a loud sound like thunder, and hit Zuo Xianling with great force.

Zuo Xianling raised her lips and smiled, shaking her head in disappointment: "It's a small trick."

After saying this, she suddenly stretched out her hand and grasped the tail of the whip accurately.

The energy accumulated in the palm of his hand directly shattered the whip.

Then she ran forward like a leopard rushing out of the cliff, hitting the ground with her palms and turning her body up.

A whip from the air hit Bai Hailan on the side of the head.

Bai Hailan vomited blood and immediately flew out of the formation like a kite with its string broken.

Chu Yue lowered her eyes and glanced at Bai Hailan, who couldn't beat him with a single move, and then looked at Zuo Xianling.

Zuo Xianling stopped steadily on the formation platform, patted his hands, walked to the edge and looked down: "I don't even need weapons to deal with you."

Then, Zuo Xianling fought against a male disciple from Luoyu Academy, and still lost the match within one move.

Grandma Ziyun was so angry that her face turned livid.

I thought I could get a second place position, but I didn't expect that even third place would be a luxury.

A bunch of people who only know how to be embarrassed!

Granny Ziyun gritted her teeth and didn't even look at Bai Hailan who fell and couldn't get up. She just hoped that the Elder War would come soon so that she wouldn't have to lose face in the north again.

After such a battle, the next step is the championship battle between the three major academies of War, Shenxuan and Yaochi.

The battle ended sooner than expected.

If compared to previous competitions among the top ten academies, the individual competition alone would take at least half a month.

From this point of view, the Elders War can start in two days at most.

Chu Yue admired Granny Ziyun's extremely ugly face, and suddenly noticed that the Divine Sword that protects the country was trembling.

She frowned and looked back at the handle of the knife, a look of doubt appearing in her eyes.

In the Shennong space, the rag that Xuanyuan Xiu wore like a scarf explained like a timely rain: "Yuezi girl, this sword is asking you why the massacre sword hasn't come yet."

Chu Yue: "..." These days, does even the sword have to have a partner?

She touched her chin lightly with her long, cold white jade fingers, and began to be wary of the sword on the pillow like an old father eager to protect his daughter.

But what puzzled Chu Yue even more was what the rag was about.

Since ancient times, people have souls and weapons have spiritual essences.

After thousands of years of precipitation and the opportunity given by heaven and martial arts, weapons can condense the spirit of the spirit and be able to think like human warriors.

But obviously, her country-protecting magic sword has no spiritual essence, but Rag Bu can understand the meaning of the country-protecting magic sword.

While Chu Yue was thinking, King Zuo Xianling of the North had already spoken: "After Yaochi Academy defeats Luo Yu, we can challenge the throne and compete with Zhan Zhan Academy. I will draw lots for the disciples of the two academies!"

The King of the North raised his hand and took the lottery to transform into a dragon and a phoenix, "Xue Cheng of Zhanzhan College, Zuo Xianling of Yaochi College, please go to battle!"

Xue Cheng was dressed in a red robe, shaking his folding fan, always smiling, and with a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, he seemed to admire everyone he looked at.

When Shen Qingfeng heard Xuecheng's name, his heart skipped a beat and he resisted the urge to care about Xuecheng.

You know, Zuo Xianling is a well-known ruthless character, and he is also the most capable disciple of Yaochi Academy.

Zuo Xianling rarely participates in assessments, competitions, battles and training, and is preparing to work hard for Yaochi Palace in the future.

The reason why he changed his behavior and came to the northern border to participate in the competition was to deal with Chu Yue and avenge the original Futu Iron Mine.

Zuo Xianling's battle with Luo Yu's disciples was solved within one move.

Moreover, the strength of those Luo Yu disciples was no lower than that of Xue Cheng.

Among Chu Yue's group, only he, Xue Cheng and Lin Qian were at the bottom in terms of strength!

"Brother Shen, don't you care about Xue?"

Xuecheng looked at Shen Qingfeng with a smile.

Looking carefully, Xue Cheng's smile concealed a hint of sadness.

"Brother Shen's heart is really made of stone."

Xue Cheng smiled nonchalantly and put the folding fan in Shen Qingfeng's hand: "Keep it for Xue."

He stretched out, bowed to Chu Yue, and then walked towards the formation.

Chu Yue pursed her lips, and a look of worry flashed across her eyes.

Xuecheng is probably no match for Zuo Xianling.

The sword light closes and the battle begins.

Zuo Xianling looked at him mockingly: "Who is the Zhan Zhan Academy looking down on and pushing someone who has just arrived at the Martial Star Realm?"

She is in the Great Perfection Stage of Wu Xuan and is halfway to the level of Martial Master.

Xuecheng is just a first-level martial arts star!

Logically speaking, Xuecheng's cultivation speed is not too slow.

It can even be said that his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds since he followed Chu Yue.
Chapter completed!