The name of Master Liu Guang is known to everyone in Kunlun Mountain.

There is such a saying among the people.

Produced by Master Liu Guang, it must be a high-quality product!

Looking again at the sword in Feng Haochu's hand, it was glowing with fluorescence, the blade was extremely sharp, and there was a faint golden inscription on it.

It is already a third-level high-grade sword, and it is also engraved with inscriptions!

Although the Xiaoyun Sword and the Snow Owl Sword are both third-level swords, the quality of the Xiaoyun Sword can only be regarded as the third-level low-grade sword, while the Snow Owl Sword and the Xiaoyun Sword have completely different qualities.

The Snow Owl Sword is considered to be Master Liu Guang's earlier relatively low-end work. If it had been of a higher grade, it would probably be worthless.

Feng Haochu waved the Snow Owl Sword in his hand several times, and he couldn't help but show a trace of pride on his face.

The Snow Owl Sword was given to him by his master as a gift from his master to his apprentice.

This is the first time that he has used it in front of the public. He just wants to become famous in the martial arts competition!

His ambition is not only to give in to Xiaoxiao Tianwei City, he wants to let everyone outside Tianwei City know that he, Feng Haochu, is an absolute genius!

Xiao Zining swung his sword one after another, and the swords of the two of them collided continuously, making a harsh sound of metal collision and friction.

"choke--"

Another collision!

Xiao Zining was shocked by the huge force coming from the Blood Desert Sword and took three steps back. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Click——"

The Blood Desert Sword kept making buzzing sounds, and finally it was overwhelmed, and a crack split from the sword body.

Xiao Zining's eyes became serious. After all, the Blood Desert Sword was only a second-level weapon. In the face of absolute level suppression, the Blood Desert Sword was completely invincible.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Xiao Zining's forehead, while Feng Haochu was as relaxed as a cat catching a mouse.

His eyes seemed to be saying to Xiao Zining, look, you are so vulnerable.

"As expected, he is number one on the list of geniuses! He is simply crushed!"

"Young Master Feng is mighty!"

Almost everyone in the audience was cheering for Feng Haochu.

They didn't have much favorable impressions of Feng Haochu, but they overpowered Feng Haochu!

They looked at Feng Haochu as if they were looking at a handful of low-grade spiritual stones.

What they most want to see is that Feng Haochu can easily defeat the Cheng family member and win the first place in the martial arts competition!

Sudden.

Xiao Zining slammed his right foot on the ground, jumped up, and quickly pushed ten feet away.

There was no pause after that.

He stood the Blood Desert Sword in front of him, and several streaks of blood glowed from the blade of the Blood Desert Sword.

The blood glow formed a bloody protective shield around Xiao Zining. Xiao Zining sat cross-legged on the floor and closed his eyes.

"What is he doing?"

Everyone was blinded and sat down on the arena?

The spiritual power in Xiao Zining's Dantian surged wildly, violently rushing towards the four meridians and hundreds of meridians!

In an instant, the spiritual energy in the entire arena fluctuated, and then like a whirlpool, it rushed into Xiao Zining's body.

Finally, someone discovered something was wrong.

Feng Haochu also realized something was wrong after the initial doubts.

"Is he making a breakthrough?!!!"

All the elders of the four major sects at the guest table were shocked.

He actually chose to break through in this arena!

This was unexpected by everyone.

Feng Haochu also reacted quickly. This phenomenon was obviously a breakthrough!

Feng Haochu suddenly felt a great sense of grievance, as if someone had slapped him hard on the face. How could he still find time to break through after fighting with him?

Where does it take his face?!!

But in an instant, an idea took shape in Feng Haochu's mind.

He can't kill him on the arena, but if he goes crazy or dies due to backlash when he breaks through, it's none of his business!

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Feng Hao's eyes flashed fiercely, he stood up from the ground, and flipped the Snow Owl Sword in his hand.

He shouted low, and a huge snow-white sword energy came out from the tip of the sword, breaking through the space, carrying the strong wind, and slashed towards the blood-red protective cover.
Chapter completed!