My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

As An Ting manipulated these silver needles, Chu Ci understood that these were not ordinary hidden weapons, but magical weapons.

Although their power is far less than that of magic weapons, they are superior in number.

Hundreds of silver needles were fired at the same time, densely interweaving into a giant net. What was even more deadly was that each silver needle was coated with a deadly poison. If you were unlucky enough to be hit by any of them, you might even lose your life.

Although the spiritual power required to control the magic weapon is not high, the amount of spiritual power required to use so many of them together is also quite huge.

The most important thing is An Ting's spiritual consciousness. Hundreds of silver needles have different flight trajectories, and each one needs to be controlled individually. It can be seen how powerful An Ting's spiritual consciousness is.

Although he had never tried, Chu Ci asked himself if he could do it.

Faced with the dense poisonous needles that were attacking like a rainstorm, Chu Ci did not dare to be careless and immediately summoned out eight long swords.

These long swords were suspended around his body, with one sword each in front, behind, left, right, up and down, forming a tight defensive formation. The other two were surrounding him, ready to deal with possible emergencies at any time.

As soon as the long sword appeared, a series of crisp and loud metal collision sounds were heard in the air. It turned out to be the sound of the poison needles colliding with the sword body.

Countless poisonous needles shattered under the fierce attack of the long sword, turning into points of cold light that fell to the ground.

However, An Ting seemed to not care at all. He continuously shot out more and denser poison needles from his hands, which swept towards Chu Ci like a swarm of locusts.

Such passive defense is not a long-term solution. Moreover, with Chu Ci's current level of cultivation, it is already quite difficult for him to control eight swords at the same time. If the stalemate continues, he will probably be exhausted and defeated sooner or later.

So he made a prompt decision and decided to launch a counterattack. As the spiritual power in his body circulated crazily, Chu Ci once again used the magic formula, and another eight flying swords came out in response.

In an instant, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly dissipating like a flood, and one third of it was used up in the blink of an eye.

With Chu Ci's current strength, if he wanted to control 24 flying swords at once, he could only launch one attack. Moreover, after launching the attack, he would fall into a weak state due to excessive loss of spiritual power, and it would take several days to recover.

Now he summoned out sixteen long swords. Although the spiritual power in his body would not be exhausted immediately, he could only control it for half a quarter of an hour at most.

Everyone in the audience was shocked when they saw this scene. They never expected that Chu Ci could control sixteen magic weapons at once.

Bai Bing and Shen Sanlang frowned at the same time.

Looking at the eight flying swords that Chu Ci had sacrificed, under his control, they automatically formed a circular sword formation, which kept spinning at an astonishing speed, and rushed straight towards An Ting like a surging torrent, covering an area of ​​several feet around An Ting.

Faced with such a fierce attack, An Ting was terrified. If he was really hit by this attack, he would be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

He shouted loudly and dodged quickly, barely avoiding the fatal blow. However, because the sword was moving too fast, his left arm was still injured by the sword energy. Dozens of wounds suddenly appeared, and his clothes exploded, and a small cloud of blood mist rose instantly.

Chu Ci did not stop, but increased the output of spiritual power in his body again. In an instant, the speed of the already majestic circular sword formation suddenly increased, like a huge net covering the sky and the earth, falling towards An Ting's head.

With just this one move, more than half of Chu Ci's spiritual power was consumed.

An Ting had no time to take care of his injuries. For him, the most urgent task was to avoid the terrifying sword attack in front of him.

If it were before, perhaps he would not be so afraid, but after witnessing what happened on platform No. 3, he knew that it was entirely possible that someone could die in the competition.

If I were to unfortunately die at the hands of Chu Ci, I'm afraid the other party would just casually say "accidental injury" to brush the matter off.

As the speed of the sword formation increased, An Ting kept retreating, and in the blink of an eye he was forced to the edge of the platform.

At this time, the powerful spiritual power emanating from the sword formation had already locked him tightly.

At this moment, Antin shouted, "Stop!" He already felt the threat of death.

As soon as these words were uttered, it meant that Antin had already been defeated.

Perhaps he felt that admitting defeat verbally was not safe enough, so while speaking, he quickly turned around and jumped off the platform.

Chu Ci felt relieved when he saw this. You know, if the opponent could hold on for a little longer, until the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, then he would probably be the one who lost the game.

The previous attack had already consumed a lot of Chu Ci's spiritual energy, causing his face to look a little pale.

With the end of this duel, except Bai Bing, the other five cultivators sent by Yan State were all defeated by Chu Ci.

"Is there anyone else willing to come on stage and challenge?" the white-robed butler shouted loudly after seeing the situation in front of him.

At the same time, his gaze involuntarily turned to Leng Qingqiu.

Obviously, if there is anyone here who can take the stage to challenge, it must be Leng Qingqiu.

After a brief thought, Leng Qingqiu finally made up his mind and jumped lightly onto the platform where Chu Ci was.

She had just thought about it carefully. Bai Bing's attack was strange and unpredictable. She didn't see it clearly at all. Facing such a strong enemy, she was really unsure.

Shen Sanlang of Zhenwu State was also extremely ruthless, and she was not sure about him either.

She had only seen Chu Ci’s fights clearly a few times, and in comparison, Chu Ci was easier to deal with.

More importantly, Bai Bing and Shen Sanlang did not do much, so Chu Ci, who had gone through five fierce battles, must have consumed a lot of her own spiritual power. As for herself, she had been in a state of conserving her energy. If she took action at this moment, she could be said to be waiting for the opportunity, and her chances of winning were quite high.

In addition, there was one thing that was deeply buried in her heart and she had never mentioned it to anyone else. Her sister had two sons, Tang Long and Tang Hu. Both of them were very talented and had outstanding spiritual roots.

She has been practicing with him in Luoying Sect since she was ten years old, and she is very confident that she can successfully break through to the foundation-building stage.

However, just over ten years ago, these two people mysteriously disappeared and no news was ever heard of them.

Since their disappearance, the elder sister suffered a heavy blow and has been unable to recover. However, as an elder of the Luoying Sect, she has never given up searching for the whereabouts of the two.

After much investigation, she learned that Tang Long and Tang Hu were hanging out with Luoying Sect's talented young man Situ Lang and a man named Lu Ming all day long. These people disappeared together, and just after the Five Sects Competition, which made Leng Qingqiu feel strange.

Luoying Sect once conducted an in-depth investigation into the matter, but was unable to reach a clear conclusion. In the end, they could only put it aside and not pursue it any further.

However, these people have not reappeared since their disappearance, and it is very likely that they have met with an unexpected disaster.

After Leng Qingqiu pondered for many days, he felt more and more that Chu Ci, who had participated in the Five Sects Competition with him, was quite suspicious.

As time passed, she gradually forgot about this matter. Unexpectedly, a few days ago, Leng Qingqiu met Chu Ci by chance, which instantly brought back her memories of Tang Long, Tang Hu and her sister.

At first, she thought that it was impossible for Chu Ci to defeat so many masters with his strength in the Qi Refining Stage. But after seeing Chu Ci's current cultivation, she couldn't help but have doubts. Could it be that Tang Long, Tang Hu, and even Situ Lang and others really died at the hands of this person?

Although this was only speculation and there was no substantial evidence, it was enough to convict Leng Qingqiu.

After all, it was a life-and-death fight on the ring, and someone's life could be taken without any reason. That's why she climbed onto the second platform.