Chapter 413 Do You Want to Test Whether My Sword Is Sharp?

The flame lasted for several minutes before it gradually weakened.

Suddenly, the flame vortex twisted irregularly, as if something was struggling inside.

The golden light tore through the sea of ​​fire and rushed out of the flame vortex.

Qian Renxue, dressed in angelic clothing, appeared again and flapped her wings to return to her position on the field.

"Hu——" Qian Renxue panted heavily with a complex look in her eyes.

The ultimate skills, even the divine skills with the power of faith can be reflected back in a clever way, and the operation is simpler than her.

It's simply unbelievable.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Ning Rongrong asked aloud. After reaching the highest level, she was no longer inferior to Qian Renxue.

The angel holy sword simulated by Ning Rongrong had already disappeared in the previous blow.

However, even without a weapon, she is not afraid now.

Finally, it's over.

As long as the God Realm does not take action, she dares to pull out the beard of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tower slowly fell into Ning Rongrong's palm.

The color of the soul rings did not seem to change much.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, golden, red.

Because the blood red color of the eighth soul ring was too bright, even the audience around could hardly notice the subtle changes in the six black soul rings in front of Ning Rong without looking carefully.

The age of all the black soul rings was increased to 99999 years.

"The competition is not over yet. This is the only soul master competition I participated in. I don't want to leave any regrets." Qian Renxue said firmly.

"The third soul skill - Angel Blessing."

A faint angel luster fell.

The injuries on Qian Renxue's body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Qian Renxue recovering quickly, Ning Rongrong said, "You have been attacking all the time, so let me do it this time."

"Huh?"

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, Ning Rongrong's golden pupils began to move, and the azure breath on the clock behind him dissipated, leaving only the golden clock, which was exactly the same as Ning Rongrong's left eye.

Feeling the oppressive aura, Qian Renxue had to be alert.

At this moment, the area near Ning Rong cracked open one after another in time and space gates.

Ning Rongrong, holding a spear or the Holy Angel Sword, walked out from inside.

Yes, it was Ning Rongrong. Although she looked a little different from her real body in terms of hairstyle, her outline was exactly like Ning Rongrong.

"What skill is this?"

Qian Renxue frowned, looking at hundreds of Ning Rongrongs surrounding her.

Even Qian Renxue, who had seen many storms, had cold sweat on her forehead.

Looking at this group of Ning Rongrongs, she felt like she was being stared at by a beast.

When she was still Xue Qinghe, Ning Rongrong always gave people the impression of being weak.

"Go ahead, attack!" Ning Rongrong's voice sounded, and all the clones began to attack.

Whether it was Ning Rong with a pistol or Ning Rongrong with the Holy Angel Sword, they all attacked Qian Renxue from all directions.

Qian Renxue didn't dare to be careless. She didn't know the strength of Ning Rongrong, but it would be bad if she was beaten up by a group.

Qian Renxue opened her angel wings and flew quickly.

She moved up and down, left and right, avoiding the dense bullets and the Ning Rongrong clones holding the angel's holy sword.

Gradually, Qian Renxue grasped the pattern.

These clones were all strong, but there was still a clear gap with the original body. Qian Renxue seized the gap.

The six-winged angel martial soul burst out with a strong light in an instant.

"The eighth soul skill - Angel Virtual Image."

As a 100,000-year soul ring, it usually has two skills, and Qian Renxue's eighth soul ring is not only nearly 190,000 years old, but also the most suitable soul ring for her.

Compared with another skill, Angel Judgment, Angel Virtual Image is a large-scale group attack ability.

Qian Renxue flew to a high altitude, and the six-winged angel martial soul exuded a dazzling light.

Countless feathers turned into golden flying blades, falling from the sky like falling petals.

While resisting the attack of Ning Rongrong's clone, the intensive attack frequency destroyed Ning Rongrong's clone.

A few minutes later, Qian Renxue landed not far from Ning Rongrong again.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Angel's True Body"

With the blessing of the 100,000-year soul bone set, Qian Renxue's angel's true body was like the angel god descending.

The holy breath, even the entire Wuhun City has another kind of inviolable feeling.

"Ning Rongrong, this is my last attack. If you can't take it, just admit defeat!"

"Oh! Interesting." Ning Rongrong didn't seem to hear Qian Renxue's warning, and her eyes moved slightly.

Ning Rongrong clenched her palm slightly. A sword similar to the Angel's Holy Sword, but it was a light blue long sword appeared in her hand.

"Is this the so-called power of God?"

The extreme reached by trickery!

Just like Tang San before, but compared with Tang San's situation, Qian Renxue's power is stronger and more terrifying.

"Well, I'll try my own strength." Ning Rongrong smiled knowingly, "The Supreme... is not something that a mere soul master can compare to."

A hint of coldness seeped out from every pore of Ning Rongrong.

This originally belonged to the power of the Ice Dragon King, but now this coldness has completely turned into her own strength.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Angel Judgment"

"Sword Skill - One Sword Frosts Nineteen States"

Almost at the moment when Qian Renxue's voice fell, Ning Rongrong's voice sounded.

The temperature of the entire arena suddenly dropped by seven or eight degrees.

The extreme cold and extreme heat rendered the entire Giant Sword Mountain at this moment.

The cold and the heat kept colliding.

The angel shadow, using the weapon in his hand, chopped down fiercely.

The light was bright, like a galloping roar, exuding endless power.

Compared with the opening and closing, from Qian Renxue's eighth soul skill, Ning Rongrong's side looked much quieter.

Just a hundred-meter sword energy with a chill, slashed towards the sky.

Wherever it passed, everything was frozen.

Even the flames with a sacred breath of the six-winged angel condensed into blocks in an instant.

It fell to the ring with a rustling sound.

Even a hundred thousand years of soul skills still couldn't stop the erosion of the cold.

Swish——

The hundred-meter-high angel shadow was cut off by Lan Yan's ice.

The flames condensed into ice blocks fell to the ground one after another.

"Puff——"

Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of blood.

The spirit became sluggish, and with the looming six-winged angel martial spirit, it slowly fell to the ring.

After Qian Renxue landed on the stage, she stood up shakily, with a complicated look in her eyes:

"Your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect won!"

At this moment, the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall and the Worship Hall gathered near the stage. They were ready to rush in if they disagreed.

"Why, the Spirit Hall can't afford to lose?"

Ning Rongrong raised her hand, and the Angel's Holy Sword, which was tightly grasped by Qian Renxue, flew out of her hand and fell into Ning Rongrong's hand.

Ning Rongrong said coldly, with a sword flower lightly produced

"Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, do you want to try whether the Angel's Holy Sword in my hand is sharp?"

Soon after the voice fell, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi also landed on the stage.

The three showed their respective soul rings and levels.

Two level 98 Titled Douluo, plus Ning Fengzhi's level 89 Soul Douluo, and Ning Rongrong, who was suspected to be a Titled Douluo.

Especially Ning Fengzhi, what if he is similar to Ning Rongrong, and is also an old silver coin, can fight and assist, and rip off his shirt to reveal eight abdominal muscles.

How good is this?

How many Titled Douluo does the Spirit Hall need to fill in to defeat the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

For a while, the two sides fell into a subtle confrontation, but no one took the initiative to attack.