Chapter 1528 Inscribed Spirit Weapon

"Then let's get started!"

Stretching out his hand and slightly pulling, Ye Feng's Dantian instantly made a roar, and the violent Yuanli was like a flood and a beast. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

When the breath finally stabilized, the cultivation level was fixed at the eighth level of the virtual realm.

"I want to see how powerful the eighth-level rookie of the virtual realm is. I hope... you can hold on for ten rounds in my hands."

With a cold smile, the huge pressure unique to the king realm suddenly fell from the air and rushed towards Ye Feng fiercely.

The Yuanli was actually mixed with a piercing chill, which lowered the temperature around the venue by a few degrees.

"Bone-eating Ice Mysterious Needle!"

With a cold whistle, the awe-inspiring breath suddenly turned into a half-foot-long ice needle, which fell down overwhelmingly, cutting off all of Ye Feng's ways.

The disciples on both sides subconsciously stepped back a few steps and stood at a position farther away from the breath. Under the influence of the cold, a layer of light ice crystals even appeared in the air.

"I forgot that the troublemaker has an ice-attributed martial vein, and is naturally able to suppress Yuanli. Isn't it going to be a big loss for Junior Brother Ye?"

Wang Yuwei at the back rubbed his hands anxiously.

"Hey... he started."

"Senior Sister Ningzhen, why is Junior Brother Ye standing still?"

The ice needles had already surged out, but Ye Feng in the field stood there without any reaction. This scene shocked the other errand disciples.

This new Junior Brother Ye, who was so arrogant, wouldn't... even be able to hold on for a round.

At this moment, even Yuan Ningzhen's face was full of worry.

Ding Ding Ding!

Ye Feng didn't raise his head until the ice needles shot down quickly and were only a few feet away from his head.

Having tasted the "Ice Soul Madness", the current ice-attributed Yuanli was child's play for Ye Feng, and there was almost no threat.

What's more, the strange fire in Ye Feng's body was naturally the nemesis of the ice-attributed martial veins.

After a chuckle, Ye Feng's entire body rose into the air, and the dark blue fire suddenly broke out of his body, turning into a stream of fire, quickly engulfing the ice needle shot into the air.

The temperature of the space was rising rapidly, and soon the ice crystals just produced around were completely melted.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the blue flame that had rushed into the air suddenly condensed into a small blue fire phoenix, which, after a long cry, crashed into Zhong Ziqi like lightning.

"Huh?"

Seeing that his moves were broken, Zhong Ziqi was not too anxious. He frowned and stretched out his hand to the air, and countless water vapor gathered in his hand and turned into an ice crystal spear.

After shaking his arm, the sharp spear tip pierced directly into the fire phoenix that fell from the sky.

Boom!

At the moment when the two energies of ice and fire collided quickly, everyone's heart was tightened.

Even many menial disciples turned their heads at this moment, as if they couldn't bear to see Ye Feng's defeat.

A menial fighting against an outer disciple, a Void Realm Eighth Level fighting against a King Realm, the outcome... can be imagined.

Crack!

A crisp cracking sound was heard, as if it hit an iron mountain, and the ice crystal spear broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

Cry!

With a cry that went straight into the sky, the fire phoenix opened its mouth and bit, and its speed suddenly increased to the extreme, swallowing the last foot of the spear into its belly like lightning.

"What?"

The frightened Zhong Ziqi hurriedly threw his hand away and quickly stepped back several steps.

The moment this small fire phoenix approached, he couldn't help but feel a strong fear in his heart.

His intuition told him that it was best not to touch the strange blue flame.

"You look awesome, but in fact... you are vulnerable. You are just a big shot."

Under the horrified eyes, looking at the extremely embarrassed Zhong Ziqi, Ye Feng smiled calmly and took back the strange fire with a wave of his hand.

"Bah!"

"The winner has not yet been decided, what qualifications do you have to say this to me? Humph... If you only rely on this strange fire, you can never be my opponent."

The furious Zhong Ziqi had a gloomy face. After waving his hand to wipe away the hot breath flowing in the air, he flicked his fingers and a long sword flashing blue light jumped out of his hand.

"This is..."

"Inscribed spiritual weapon!"

As soon as the sword shadow appeared, it immediately attracted a cry of surprise. As far as the eye could see, there were two inscriptions shining brightly on the azure sword.

The spiritual light was floating, and each one was no less than three or four feet. There was no doubt that the quality of these two inscriptions reached the upper middle level of the second level.

Even from a distance of dozens of steps, Ye Feng could feel the waves of mysterious evil intent flowing from the sword.

Raising his hand and swinging the sword, a series of dark blue sword shadows were drawn, and a hint of pride jumped between Zhong Ziqi's eyebrows.

This is a low-grade spiritual weapon of the heavenly rank, but after being blessed by two second-level superior inscriptions, the power increased by 30%, almost comparable to the middle-grade heavenly rank.

Moreover, this spiritual weapon is of the same lineage as the ice attribute in his body, and the two inscriptions also have the effect of amplifying the cold, making it easy for him to use.

Buzz!

The long sword shook out a chill, and a huge lion head condensed faintly on the sword body, with angry beard and hair, ferocious and terrifying.

Seeing the sharp weapon in the opponent's hand, Ye Feng only flashed a trace of solemnity on his face, and after shaking his arm, he also sacrificed the Killing Blade.

The killing light flashed, and a hint of scarlet passed through the blade, and there was a murderous aura flowing through it.

"Hmm? I didn't expect... you also have... a heaven-level spiritual weapon?!"

Zhong Ziqi's expression froze a little.

His eyes twitched slightly. In terms of grade alone, the Killing Blade is higher than his inscribed spiritual sword.

This kid has both the sect's Taoist talisman and the heaven-level spiritual weapon. Perhaps, he is not as he imagined, just a small warrior from the lower city with no background.

Zhong Ziqi was still in deep thought, but Ye Feng had already swung the knife and used the "Flame Blade Technique" one after another.

There were flames flowing on the blade, like a dancing elf. He had already mastered this martial art by heart. The blade's momentum was continuous and undulating, and it was very easy to use.

Clang clang clang!

One knife was faster than another, one wave after another, Ye Feng was spinning at high speed like a gyroscope, forcing Zhong Ziqi to retreat and unable to use martial arts to block it.

"Damn it!"

Under the blazing high temperature of the Qingwu Ghost Fire, Zhong Ziqi's face turned red, and the blood in his body was churning instantly, which aroused the fierceness in his heart.

In front of everyone, he was forced to retreat step by step by a chores disciple. How could he still hold on to this face?

After retreating more than ten steps in succession, Zhong Ziqi gritted his teeth, raised his vitality, swung his sword upward, and collided fiercely with Ye Feng...