living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 370
Mu Lan seemed to see an ice-blue tiger roaring at her. That spirit beast was majestic, like the king of beasts from the thousands of miles of ice.

At this time, the tiger was charging towards her, and the extremely cold whirlwind passed by. This illusion-like fantasy only appeared for a moment. When she looked closely, it was Linglong Pavilion monk Sikong Zhao who was stabbing her with a sword.

"Death!"

Sikong Zhao's expression was cold, and the sword light came like lightning. The moisture in the air was instantly drawn away, and then gradually condensed into ice crystals visible to the naked eye.

The arena is as magnificent as a world of ice and snow, but the unconcealable killing intent and the roar of tigers that can be heard everywhere let people know that this blow was Sikong Zhao's intention to kill.

The audience was quiet for a while. Even though the monks knew the rarity of the spirit weapon, it was still staggering to achieve such an effect.

"Isn't it time to die?"

The number of monks watching the battle gradually increased. In the previous round of competition, both Qiyun Temple and Liuli Pavilion were impressive. These two high-profile sects collided today, which made people talk a lot.

"The Liuli Pavilion is really rich, any monk has a spiritual weapon in his hand"

"I heard that this thing will shed blood to identify its master. From then on, the spirit of the weapon will never leave and fight with its master. Today is really an eye-opener."

"Your ruined sect has never seen a spiritual weapon? How ridiculous!"

"you!"

But the focus of the discussion off the court began to shift to the weapons in Sikong Zhao's hands. To be honest, the monks in Liuli Pavilion are not high-level, but the things on them are very coveted. Some people present saw the spirit for the first time in their lives They all stopped and watched the duel in the Tianzihao arena one after another.

Ye Lingyu squeezed into the crowd and was also watching the match. In her mind, she had already equated Qiyun Guanqinglan with Mu Lan. The match with Mu Lan naturally attracted her attention. force.

But what was unexpected was that even when forced to such a desperate situation, "Qing Lan" did not exert any spiritual power, which made her a little uncertain.

Because Mu Lan is a mental power enhancer, as long as "Qinglan" uses mental power, or the fighting style exchanged from the main god system, she will immediately notice it.

But "Qinglan" has not been exposed until now, which makes Ye Lingyu a little suspicious.

Is it because Mu Lan is too patient, or is it true that Qiyun Temple has nothing to do with the reincarnation team?
Thinking about some changes in the situation on the field, Ye Lingyu restrained his thoughts and continued to observe the game.

"how is this possible?"

"you"

There was a moment of astonishment on Sikong Zhao's expression, and he looked at the opponent who was still alive and well in front of him in disbelief.

Mu Lan was holding a bunch of amulets in her hand, and then threw them on the ground. The blow just now made most of the amulets invalid, and the crystal blocks were all broken with a crisp sound.

Before Sikong Zhao attacked, she took out a hundred amulets from her portable space, and just blocked his spirit weapon attack abruptly.

"How much do you have?" Sikong Zhao asked in amazement.

Mu Lan smiled and said, "Tell you, can you surrender?"

Sikong Zhao's expression immediately darkened, he clenched Bingxiao tightly, and said coldly: "How is that possible!"

"Then let's continue fighting." Mu Lan said nonchalantly.

Sikong Zhao was angered by his opponent's indifferent expression, and then he slashed at him again with Ice Whisper in hand.

The roar of the tiger resounded throughout the audience, and the ice and snow storm came again, but under his sword, the opponent still stood there perfectly.

Mu Lan continued to throw away the amulet he was holding in his hands, and swept it twice with his feet. There were too many crystal stones on the ground, and they began to hinder movement.

"Come again, I have enough." Mu Lan smiled.

Lin Yiyi laughed directly off the court, Mu Lan's expression was too mocking, she immediately looked at Zhao Ziyu, could it be his true inheritance?
"you you!"

Sikong Zhaoqi's veins stood out, and Bing Xiao clenched even tighter in his hand, and he swung towards him once again.

But he found desperately that no matter how many times he used this trick, his opponent would still be able to take out a handful of amulets, and the current arena was full of fragments of sky crystals.

"Any other moves? Change it." Mu Lan raised the corner of her mouth.

Sikong Zhao was terrified in his heart, he backed away slowly, and then tentatively threw a talisman.

The flames exploded, and Mu Lan held the fire-avoiding formula in her hand and walked forward slowly.

The water filled the air, and Mu Lan held on to the water-avoiding formula and continued to move forward.

Plants emerged from the ground and stabbed straight at him, but this wooden talisman couldn't even break through the defense.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, Sikong Zhao tried in turn, with more and more cold sweat on his forehead. No matter what method he used, he could easily avoid the woman in front of him who was smiling so much that he was panicking.

And the person in front of him was still getting closer, which made him even more desperate.

"Even if I can't hit you, you can't hit me!" Sikong Zhao waved Bing Xiao indiscriminately. Around him, the phantom of an ice-blue tiger was looming. It didn't seem to exist physically, but it could make people feel The air around Sikong Zhao condensed.

Mu Lan picked up a spar fragment on the ground, and threw it in front of Sikong Zhao.

The crystal stone block immediately froze and shattered into countless smaller fragments without being attacked, floating in the air.

An invisible evil spirit enveloped Sikong Zhao, and the ice whistle spirit guarded its master in a unique way.

Mu Lan is a little distressed. If she can use mental power spells, she now has many ways to end the battle, and there are too many restrictions now.

But she had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of a good way.

"Do you know what he looks like now?" Mu Lan said to her teammates in the soul link.

"What?" Lin Yiyi asked.

"A frail child armed with an automatic rifle."

"It's easy to describe." Zhao Ziyu praised.

This Sikong Zhao claimed to have a powerful spiritual weapon in his hands, but in fact his own strength was mediocre, and the only way to prevent this kind of spiritual weapon from exerting its power was to directly kill the center. A weapon without a master would not be effective.

"You've been fighting for so long, it's my turn." Mu Lan said calmly, and then began to take out a few Cloud Explosion Talismans.

The offensive and defensive changes in the field turned into Mu Lan who had been throwing talismans at her opponents, and the initiative was gradually in her hands.

The Ice Whisperer protects against personal attacks, while Sikong Zhao's jade pendant protects against long-range attacks. Mu Lan's purpose is to consume the amulets around his waist.

The battle turned into a protracted war of attrition, and some onlookers began to find it boring and left one after another, because Kongang Temple in the yellow ring began to take the stage. This sect was much better to watch than competing against each other.

But most people are still paying attention to the duel between Qiyunguan and Linglong Pavilion, because this match is full of suspense, and it is really unclear who will win until the last moment, and the curiosity of the audience is completely aroused.

After a crisp sound, Sikong Zhao's last piece of jade pendant shattered into pieces, and his expression began to become panicked.

Mu Lan had already pushed him to the edge of the ring. There was a steady stream of talismans in her pocket, and she had no idea of ​​saving at all.

The various preparations made in Qiyun Temple before, the "mass-produced magic weapon" that triggered the transformation of Dongji State did not happen on a whim.

Thinking about Sikong Zhao's expression, Mu Lan felt that it was time to come up with a trick, as time had already been spent too long.

So he took out a small earplug from his portable space and stuffed it into his ears.

"You, what are you doing!" Si Kongzhao was puzzled by Mu Lan's strange behavior. Now every time this woman raised her hand, he would be terrified, for fear that she would be blown to death by a talisman the next moment.

"Here we come!" Zhao Ziyu excitedly said, "Noise canceling earphones!"

"What noise-cancelling headphones? Aren't they technological products that cannot be used?" Lin Yiyi was puzzled.

"You didn't pay attention to our laboratory just by looking at it!" Zhao Ziyu scorned.

"It seems true."

Zhao Ziyu cast his eyes on the small cork in Mu Lan's ear, which was emitting a faint light at this time.

"Noise-canceling earphones are the nickname I gave them, but they should actually be called Mute Fuzhuan."

"Mute Fu Zhuan!" Lin Yiyi was surprised, "Could it be."

"That's right!" Zhao Ziyu covered her ears, and at the same time signaled Lin Yiyi to cover her ears.

"Although this restriction can isolate danger, it is better to be cautious. After all, what will happen next, tut tut."

(End of this chapter)