Chapter 747
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It was a bead, a round bead that was even smaller than an egg. It didn't look special and wasn't very eye-catching. People who didn't know what it was would probably just treat it as a bead to play with.
"One of the three treasures of the Qing Teng Royal Family, the Obsidian Wind Bead!"
The dean was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Nie Teng to have such a treasure on him. This thing was truly a treasure. Because it was made of obsidian and had a defensive formation engraved on it, it could block 12 attacks from a Nascent Soul cultivator. In addition to its defensive power, it could also stir up the wind in the air. At the same time, if a Wind Attribute cultivator were to obtain it, this pearl would be extremely useful in battle.
Nie Teng tossed the bead in his hand into the air. The bead spun instantly, blowing the surrounding air to one side and sucking in the strong airflow that formed the barrier under the bead. It formed a whirlwind of air and flew towards the forest on the other side.
As the airflow that formed the barrier was sucked away, the scene of the battle appeared before everyone's eyes. However, when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but gasp.
Fengjiu's red robe was lacerated with countless wounds. It was impossible to tell which blood belonged to him and which belonged to the enemy. They only knew that his red robe was stained with blood. What was shocking was the numerous wounds on his body, as well as the strong murderous aura and pressure that surged from his body.
At this moment, what shocked them the most was not this, but the longsword in the hands of the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him. The sword pierced through his entire shoulder. The sharp tip of the sword went in from the front and out from the back …
Compared to the Nascent Soul cultivator's sword that pierced his shoulder, the sword in his hand that glowed with green light pierced through the Nascent Soul cultivator's heart. The sword's Qi, which was mixed with flames, sliced through the heart and destroyed the Nascent Soul in an instant!
"Hiss!"
Everyone who saw this scene sucked in a breath of cold air. They could tell at a glance that this was a battle method of exchanging injuries for lives! This was a method of mutual destruction, where both sides would suffer great losses!
The danger made them tremble in fear. If the Nascent Soul cultivator's sword had been accurate, he would have really paid with his life …
"Bang!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes were wide open. He was kicked by Fengjiu and fell to the ground. His Nascent Soul was also destroyed. Not even a trace of life was left.
"Mm!"
As the Nascent Soul cultivator fell backwards, the longsword stabbed into her shoulder was pulled out. At the same time, she staggered back a step and used the sword in her hand to support her body, stabilizing her slightly swaying footsteps.
She tilted her head to look at the crowd that had rushed up. When she saw them, she couldn't help but be slightly startled. Familiar and unfamiliar, they were all here... Was this the entire academy's's's's's's?
"Fengjiu, we're here."
The dean's gaze landed on the young man. Seeing that he was able to hold on until now, until they arrived, the dean's feelings were indescribable. They only knew that seeing that he was still alive, other than feeling excited, there was only excitement.
The dean's wise and sharp gaze shifted away from Feng Jiu as he looked at the remaining two Nascent Soul stage cultivators. His old and deep voice was filled with sharp killing intent as he spoke.
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