It was a bead, a round bead that was smaller than an egg. It looked nothing special, and it was not very eye-catching. People who didn't know the goods would only regard it as a bead to play with.
"The Obsidian Wind Spirit Orb, one of the Three Treasures of Qingteng Royal Family Town!"
The dean was slightly shocked. He didn't expect Nie Teng to carry such a treasure on his body. This thing is really a treasure. It is made of obsidian and engraved with a defensive formation. Defensive alone can resist the Nascent Soul monk twelve times. In addition to its defensive power, the attack can also stir the wind in the air. At the same time, if the wind attribute monk obtains it, this bead can also play a great role in battle.
I saw that Nie Teng threw the bead in his hand into the air, and the bead instantly turned to blow the airflow in the surrounding air to one side, sucking the powerful airflow that formed a barrier under the bead, forming a whirlwind like a whirlwind. Fengliu went to the forest on the other side.
Also because the airflow that was set up as a barrier was sucked and rolled away, the battle scene inside also appeared in front of everyone, but when they saw the scene in front of them, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
Feng Jiu, who had been cut through countless passages in a red dress, was covered in wounds. The red dress on her body couldn't tell which blood belonged to him and which belonged to the enemy's blood. He only knew that the blood of the red dress was stained in crimson, shocking. It was the wounds, and the strong murderous aura and coercion that surged over him.
At this time, they were shocked the most. It was not because of this that he took a breath, but the long sword in the hands of the Yuan Ying monk in front of him. The sword penetrated his entire shoulder, and the sharp point of the sword used to be. Pierce in, out from behind...
Compared with the sword of the monk Yuan Ying stabbing him in the shoulder, the sword with green light in his hand pierced the heart of the monk Yuan Ying, entraining the sword energy of the flame stream from the heart. Fall, instantly destroy its Nascent Soul!
"hiss!"
Everyone who saw this scene took a sigh of relief, and they knew at a glance that he was fighting for his life by injury!This is the method of harming both sides by hurting the enemy by 800!
It was so dangerous that they couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw it. If the Master Nascent Soul’s sword stabbed, he would really have to lose his life...
"boom!"
The monk Yuan Ying had his eyes wide open, and he was kicked by Feng Jiu with unwillingness and fell down. The same Yuan Ying was destroyed, and even a trace of life was not left.
"Ok!"
The long sword pierced on the shoulder was pulled out due to the monk Yuan Ying's falling backwards. At the same time as the long sword was pulled out, she staggered back a step back, supporting her body with the sharp sword in her hand to stabilize it. Shaky footsteps.
She turned her head to look at the crowd that was coming up, and when she saw them, she couldn't help but startled slightly.Familiar and unfamiliar ones are coming one by one. Is this the fact that all the mentors with combat capabilities in the entire academy have come?
"Feng Jiu, here we are."
The dean’s gaze fell on the young man, seeing that he could survive until now, until they arrived. At this moment, the mood cannot be represented by words. They only know that when they see him alive, their mood is apart from excitement. , Still excited.
The wise and fierce gaze moved away from Feng Jiu's body, the dean looked at the two remaining Nascent Soul powerhouses, and the old and low voice came out of his mouth with a fierce killing intent.
"kill!"