Lu Ping was no longer in the mood to marvel at Leng Qian's mystic instrument. Right now, he felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him and his life was hanging by a thread. Lu Ping could even sense that the master immortal presiding over the arena was ready to rescue him.
In a moment of desperation, Lu Ping took out his Dharma Artifact, the copper mirror, and poured his spiritual energy into it. At the same time, he shot out two high-grade blood talismans towards Leng Qian, intending to obstruct her.
"Clang!"
"Pfft!"
After several loud sounds, Lu Ping's copper mirror was almost knocked away by the iron hammers. Even Lu Ping felt as if he was hit in the chest by a heavy object, causing him to retreat to the edge of the arena.
Fortunately, Lu Ping's talismans attracted Leng Qian's attention. For a moment, Leng Qian couldn't follow up with her second attack. Otherwise, even if Lu Ping could receive it, he would still be thrown out of the arena.
Raising his head, Lu Ping almost fainted from anger. He saw a shield-like Dharma Artifact floating in front of Leng Qian, blocking the spells formed by the blood talismans.
As expected, it was a dual Dharma Artifact. Although Lu Ping had long guessed that Leng Qian would have two Dharma Artifacts, he still had a trace of luck before his guess was confirmed.
Lu Ping had used up a lot of his spiritual energy after fighting for a long time. It was a pity that he wasn't allowed to take pills to recover spiritual energy. Otherwise, he could have used Dharma Artifacts to fight with her.
Seeing that his attacks were ineffective, Lu Ping focused on pouring his remaining spiritual energy into the copper mirror to block Leng Qian's Dharma Artifact attacks.
"Clang!"
After another sound, Lu Ping blocked Leng Qian's attack again. At the same time, the blood in his body flowed rapidly, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish the spiritual energy in his veins. Although it was a drop in the bucket, it was better than nothing.
Seeing that Lu Ping had stopped attacking and was only defending with his Dharma Artifact, Leng Qian immediately waved her sword and attacked Lu Ping again. Lu Ping cried out in pain and dodged to the side.
For a time, the iron hammers in the sky continued to strike down, and Lu Ping dodged left and right under Leng Qian's sword, looking like a mouse in a very sorry state.
At first, the spectators burst into laughter. Seeing that Lu Ping had blocked Leng Qian's magical weapon attacks three times in a row, and had even dodged Leng Qian's longsword attack, the laughter gradually died down.
Is he really a Seventh Layer Blood Refining Realm cultivator?
After fighting for such a long time, how could he use the magic tool three times in a row? What a deep spiritual force!
The battle had been going on for half an hour. More and more people had gathered below the stage. Now, only the battle between Lu Ping and Leng Qian had not ended.
Lu Ping was extremely furious. When had he ever been beaten to such a sorry state? What's more, the one who beat him up was a beautiful woman in front of thousands of people.
The longer Lu Ping persisted, the more unwilling he was to fail, and the greater the anger in his heart grew. He could only speed up the circulation of his bloodline to absorb the spiritual energy outside his body. At the same time, he activated every blood vessel in his body to absorb every strand of spiritual energy in his body. Lu Ping's heart was thumping so fast that it would stun anyone who saw it.
Seeing that Leng Qian's magic tool was about to hit him for the fourth time, the bronze mirror floating above Lu Ping's head was already on the verge of collapse. However, Lu Ping still did not give up. He seized the time and injected every bit of spiritual force in his body into the bronze mirror.
With a loud bang, the bronze mirror fell to the ground and the iron hammers bounced back!
He blocked it, he actually blocked it!
The spectators secretly exclaimed in their hearts and broke out in cold sweat for Lu Ping. Unknowingly, the spectators had been attracted by Lu Ping's strength and perseverance, forgetting that most of them were originally here for Leng Qian.
Unfortunately, the magic tool fell to the ground. This meant that the spiritual force had been exhausted, and the spectators sighed loudly.
"Eh!" At this moment, several surprised exclamations came from the center of the arena. The spectators turned to look at the center of the arena, then followed the gazes of the elders to look at Lu Ping.
At this time, Lu Ping's eyes were wide open as he stared at Leng Qian. The bronze mirror that had fallen to the ground trembled, then slowly floated up again.
If the spectators below the arena had reached the Blood Condensation Realm and cultivated their divine sense, they would have discovered that a spiritual force vortex had formed around Lu Ping. Strands of spiritual force flew towards Lu Ping from all directions and were absorbed into his body.
Breakthrough, a breakthrough in cultivation, a breakthrough in a battle of magical powers.
Lu Ping felt his heartbeat suddenly slow down, but every beat was strong and powerful. His blood vessels suddenly became wide and tough. Countless capillaries extended out, sending spiritual force to various parts of his body that had not reached before. Then, the absorbed spiritual force was stored in his blood vessels, tempering his flesh, skin, and bones. The dried up spiritual force in his blood vessels was gradually replenished.
Leng Qian didn't know how to describe her feelings. She admitted that she was impressed by this person's unyielding spirit, but he still had to lose. She had no choice, and so did he!
His originally expressionless face became even colder at this moment. The iron hammer in midair struck down once again. Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, the copper mirror that had just floated a foot high suddenly leaped up like a spring that had been pushed to the bottom, blocking the iron hammer once again.
Before the spectators could react, they saw a small seal fly out from Lu Ping's chest. It instantly grew to a size of several meters and whistled towards Leng Qian.
Leng Qian's expression changed. She didn't expect Lu Ping to have a breakthrough in his cultivation, didn't expect Lu Ping's counterattack to be so sharp, and didn't expect Lu Ping to have another magic tool. At the same time, this magic tool called "Landslide" was so powerful that it broke her "Black Tortoise Shield" in one strike. At the same time, she saw three high-grade blood talismans fly out from Lu Ping's hands when he used "Landslide".
Leng Qian's spiritual force was also depleted from using magic tools continuously, especially when she blocked "Landslide". The power of that attack was close to that of a mid-grade magic tool. Leng Qian had a pained expression on her face. How did he get such a magic tool?
In a hurry, Leng Qian used all her strength to send out a sword aura and destroyed one of the talismans. The remaining two talismans were no longer able to block Lu Ping's attack.
The hosting immortal blocked the two talismans. Leng Qian stared blankly at the opposite side. At this time, Lu Ping was sitting on the arena and began to consolidate his cultivation as if there was no one else around.
I was defeated just like that?
It was too much for the eyes to take in. The spectators below the arena only quietly watched everything that happened. Only now did a loud "boom" sound rang out. Turning defeat into victory, this was actually the result!
The spectators felt that it was unexpected, but at the same time, they felt that everything was within reason. They accepted it with a clear conscience, and their hearts were suddenly filled with lofty sentiments.
Never giving up, this was a battle of magical powers, this was the mentality of an expert!
When the spectators looked at the arena again, Leng Qian had already walked down the arena. "Whoosh whoosh", a few figures rushed up the arena. It was Yao Yong, Du Feng, and Shi Lingling. The three of them formed a triangle and surrounded Lu Ping, protecting him. When the spectators looked up, they realized that Master Immortal Liu was already standing in the air above the arena.
In the middle of the arena, Master Xuan Yong sighed. "With such spirit as a disciple, there's no need to worry about the sect's prosperity!"
Beside him, Master Xuan Su said, "That girl is also persevering. Not bad!"
Xuan Ce said, "There were dozens of magical powers battles in two days. These two are not the only ones who are not bad!"
The three of them looked at each other and laughed loudly!
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