152 Mid-grade Spirit Artifact
No one answered him. Even his son, who was standing beside Mu Feng, was staring at the center of the arena with a burning gaze. He could only feel countless figures swaying in front of him. His gaze was only fixed on Beiting Huang. Unfortunately, she was too fast.
Bang!
Another violent collision. Sparks flew in all directions. After the flexible sword was infused with elemental energy, it slashed down fiercely at the spear with a violent momentum. Leng Chenfeng only felt his arm suddenly sink, and a wave of soreness spread to his limbs and bones.
Leng Chenfeng was terrified. He held the spear in his hand and was about to swing it up. He had long seen that Beiting Huang’s flexible sword was a little strange. His spear was also a spiritual weapon. After a few attacks, there were several pits on the handle of the spear. However, Beiting Huang’s flexible sword was still like a waterfall, shining with a cold light and incomparably sharp. Every attack released an astounding amount of energy that made people shiver.
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He held the spear in his hand. After a moment of numbness, he was about to hold it up when he suddenly felt that his hand was empty. A black arc slid past his eyes. A commotion suddenly sounded in the square. A figure in front of him pounced on Leng Chenfeng like lightning.
Beiting Huang’s speed was fast, but Leng Chenfeng’s speed was not slow. He was also an experienced warrior. The weapon in his hand had been snatched away by a five-starred Spirit Master who was lower than him. Leng Chenfeng could not be said to be shocked, but it was only for a moment. He was prepared to defend. They were not in a life-and-death battle. They did not have to lose their lives here.
He held a short dagger in his hand. It was one inch shorter but more dangerous. However, this was the best weapon Leng Chenfeng could bring out. As he smashed it down, Leng Chenfeng tilted to the side and suddenly retreated, approaching Beiting Huang.
Close combat was a fatal threat to people with long weapons.
A bright light flashed in front of her eyes. Beiting Huang’s body leaned back to avoid the cold dusty dagger. At the same time, the weapon in her hand had already turned into a short sword. She suddenly raised it and blocked the cold dusty dagger.
She was overjoyed. When it came to wielding daggers, she was a master.
Leng Chenfeng was stunned for a moment. The fact that the flexible sword had turned into a short blade meant that the weapon in Beiting Huang’s hand was at least a middle-grade spiritual artifact. As a candidate to inherit the Shang clan, Leng Chenfeng could naturally estimate the value of this short dagger. It was priceless!
On the square, there was another wave of intense and terrified sighs. Although they had already been numbed by the abnormal Beiting Huang, no one could resist the temptation of a middle-grade spiritual artifact, an offensive one at that. Both Spirit Masters and Sword Masters looked at Beiting Huang with a hint of seriousness in their eyes.
Truly, the strength displayed by this young man was terrifying. Most importantly, no one would believe that the strength behind her was not a large family or sect!
A Spirit Master who possessed elemental energy, 14 years old, two holy beasts, and an offensive mid-grade Spirit Artifact. If someone said that she actually had a Natal Sacred Beast at this moment, no one would doubt it.
“What is this guy’s background?” Even Qin Yu was a little uneasy, but there was a smile on his gentle face. He was happy for Beiting Huang. After all, she was still young. The stronger she was, the more relieved and happy he would be. “I wonder how Little Ninth is now. It’s really worrying!”
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