After her bloodline awakened, she slaughtered all six realms

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and the next second, the whole person rushed out instantly, with green spiritual power flashing under his feet. When he looked again, Yue Ge's figure was already several meters away.

"Spirit King Level Nine!!!"

"It's actually the ninth level of Spirit King!!!"

"What's going on? When she first entered the academy, wasn't her cultivation level at the eighth level of Spirit King?"

"That's right, it's only been a short time!"

"..."

……

Even Li Xinghe and others looked at Yue Ge in shock. After all, they had just entered the academy and had a lot to learn, and Yue Ge went out early and came back late. They didn't expect that in just a few days, Yue Ge's cultivation level had improved again.

Really a monster.

Jimo Cheng instantly raised his sword to block the falling blade. Their eyes met, and he could only feel the pair of extremely beautiful eyes carrying a biting chill.

Jimo used his spiritual power, and the sword body instantly condensed into scorching flames. The majestic flames swept from behind him, like a giant dragon circling and rushing into the sky.

The giant dragon bypassed Jimo Cheng's body and swept towards Yue Ge, even making a low dragon roar.

Huo Jin: "It's the Jimo family's spiritual skill, the Spiritual Chanting Sword Technique."

The Jimo family's ancestral spiritual skills are never passed on to outsiders.

Yue Ge flew backwards, turned his wrist, and the sharp blade swept across his hand, and an ice wall rose from the ground. The moment the scorching flames touched the ice wall, the entire competition stage was instantly filled with billowing water vapor and white mist, like a fairyland.

Yue Ge held the curved blade in his hand, and his figure flashed through the white mist. Wherever the blade in his hand passed, the floating white mist and water vapor were all swallowed up.

There was a white mist in front of his eyes, but Jimo Cheng sensed a breath approaching quickly and looked ahead vigilantly.

However, just as Yue Ge's figure emerged from the white mist, her steps suddenly changed, and the whole person instantly flashed behind Jimo Cheng.

Jimo Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He turned around abruptly. The moment he turned around, the scorching flames instantly formed a giant dragon, surrounding him entirely.

Flying backwards, Jimo Cheng looked solemnly at the red figure who was staring at him dimly, blade in hand, across the competition stage.

The coldness in those eyes seemed to penetrate everything and freeze on him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

As a Spirit Emperor Level 2, Jimo Cheng had never felt so nervous around her peers, especially since her cultivation was only at Spirit King Level 9.

If the opponent was at the same level as himself, Jimo Cheng didn't dare to think about it, it would be a crushing competition.

Jimo Cheng clenched the sword in his hand. Purple lightning lingered on the sword, and the aura around him seemed to have changed because of this powerful spiritual power.

Huo Jin's eyes darkened slightly, "Nineteen Wandering Dragon Swords!!!"

I didn't expect Jimo Cheng's talent to be so strong that he had already cultivated the Nineteen Swords of the Wandering Dragon.

Jimo Cheng seemed to merge into one with the sword in his hand. In an instant, he rushed out like a sword unsheathed. His figure changed rapidly like several purple lights, and he rushed towards Yue Ge like a swimming dragon.

When they were about to get close to Yue Ge, nineteen illusory figures suddenly appeared and headed towards Yue Ge, and their aura lingered around Yue Ge in an instant.

Nineteen figures holding sharp swords stabbed towards Yue Ge, and the sword energy seemed to surround him in all directions, making it impossible to avoid.

There was a hint of surprise in Yue Ge's eyes, and for a moment she couldn't tell which figure was real and which was fake.

With a slight movement of his mind, several runes appeared between his fingers. As the runes flew out, countless vines rose from the ground, like an intertwined cage, surrounding Yue Ge.

However, the sharp blade broke through the vines, and the sharp sword energy was like several sharp blades, breaking the vines and turning into wisps of spiritual energy that dissipated into the air.

Along with the broken vines, several illusory figures rushed in, including Jimo Cheng holding a long sword.

Yue Ge raised the sharp blade in his hand to block, and countless flames condensed on his side in an instant. However, the sharp blade seemed to contain powerful power, as if it contained not only Jimo Cheng's spiritual power, but also the power contained in the ninth-level spiritual weapon.

Man and sword are one, their powers are combined!!!

The spiritual weapons collided with each other, making a trembling sound. Yue Ge felt that his arms were numb from the shock, and he was knocked back by the powerful spiritual force.

He retreated again and again until his feet stepped on the edge of the competition stage and finally stopped.

Looking at the competition stage beneath his feet, there were ravines and gullies everywhere, and traces of lightning were everywhere. Even Jimo Cheng was surrounded by crackling lightning.

Yue Ge looked at Jimo Cheng not far away with serious eyes. He was a level 2 Spirit Emperor, so powerful indeed.

He placed his palm on his chest, condensed healing energy in his palm and transported it into his body. The energy continued to calm the turbulent breath in his body, and the bloody smell emerging from his throat was gradually suppressed. However, the pale face under the mask and the slight trembling of the hand holding the curved blade showed the power of the Nineteen Swords of the Wandering Dragon.

But looking at Jimo Cheng not far away, his condition was not much better, as could be seen from his slightly pale face.

Huo Jin: "Although the Nineteen Wandering Dragon Swords is extremely powerful, it also consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Jimo Cheng's cultivation is only the second level of the Spiritual Emperor. Although he is extremely talented and has mastered the Nineteen Wandering Dragon Swords, he will never be able to use the Nineteen Wandering Dragon Swords a second time in a single competition."

But Miss Yue Ge’s condition was obviously not very good either, only slightly better than Jimo Cheng’s.

……

at this time

Jimo Cheng, who was pursuing the victory, came with a sword in his hand. The sharp sword energy seemed to carry a strong wind and flames, attacking Yue Ge head-on.

The blazing flames seemed to be overwhelming, and when they were about to get close, they suddenly formed a giant fire dragon that coiled on the competition stage.

Yue Ge's brows sank slightly, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He turned his wrist, and the sharp blade in his palm disappeared, replaced by frost flowers rising from his body, and frost spreading from his feet to all around.

The frost and coldness gathered, and it seemed that even the temperature of the heaven and earth had dropped a few degrees.

A strong frosty breath seemed to descend upon this world. She was wearing a red dress, but the condensed frost around her body formed a sharp contrast with her flaming long dress.

Frost was falling, and the scorching sun was hanging high in the sky, but frost flowers were floating. However, these frost flowers seemed to have no killing power at all, which made everyone wonder, could it be that this spiritual skill was just for show?

As his fingers quickly formed seals, his eyes seemed to be quenched with a frosty blue color, and a cold smile appeared on Yue Ge's lips, "Cang Yu Jue, second level, seal!!!"

As the last word fell, the entire competition stage was instantly frozen, and even the giant flaming dragon that was entrenched in the arena was frozen inch by inch in an instant.