"Is that Su Li?"

Bai He's eyes were full of desire.

However, very soon, a word came into Bai He's ears, like a basin of cold water poured on Bai He's head, "He'er, you'd better not even think about the third-grade spiritual weapon in the hands of Long Yun and Su Li.

Go figure!”

Bai He could tell that this was the Yuanli Ningyin of his father, the current emperor of the Han Dynasty.

The emperor obviously noticed the greed in Bai He's eyes.

"Why?!"

When Bai He heard this, he frowned and responded with an unwilling face.

"snort!"

Emperor Yuanli snorted, and said with a bit of hatred: "Don't think about it... why do they have third-grade spiritual weapons? Do you think they fall like pie from the sky? Moreover,

They are just members of an empire, but with such strength, do you think there will be no masters behind them?"

The emperor's very reasonable words made Bai He hesitate.

At this time, in addition to using the third-grade spiritual sword, Su Li also directly demonstrated the 'Impression of the Eightfold Sword' he had comprehended.

For a moment, Su Li chose to strike first and took the lead in attacking Feng Tianwu.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

…

The shadow of the sword crisscrossed and swept towards Feng Tianwu like a shadow.

On the other hand, Feng Tianwu shook the third-grade spiritual whip in her hand and began to move around her graceful and graceful body, forming a crimson light shield again.

This crimson light shield was like a huge fireball, protecting Feng Tianwu's entire body inside.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

…

The third-grade spiritual sword in Su Li's hand was shot again and again, and bits and pieces fell on the 'big fireball' on Feng Tianwu's body.

Every time the spirit sword fell, the huge fireball shrank a bit.

Of course, if you look at it with the naked eye, it is difficult to see the changes in the fireball.

Finally, in full view of everyone, the fireball moved and moved into the distance.

But Feng Tianwu realized that she could no longer be passive, otherwise, she would almost be defeated...

Although defensive martial arts can solve a temporary emergency, they cannot be used from beginning to end.

In this ranking match, what she has to do is not to tie with Su Li, but to defeat Su Li, so that she can occupy the seventh seat in this dynasty competition.

The seventh seat is as she said before.

She is determined to win!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

…

Finally, Feng Tianwu took action. The third-grade spiritual whip in his hand fluttered and turned into dense whip shadows, sweeping out through the air and pointing directly at Su Li.

And these whip shadows fell overwhelmingly, as if there was a heavy rain.

"It's raining flowers all over the sky?"
Chapter completed!