Chapter 414: Dragon Soul Phoenix Sword

Just as Mu Qingluan was alert and ready for battle, Feng Qing'er's silver eyes were instantly covered with a layer of frost in the sky. At the same time, the majestic fighting spirit roared and surged out of her body, and in a moment, it slowly transformed into a giant phoenix phantom in the air behind her.

The entire body of this phoenix was as black as ink, just like an evil spirit in the dark night. The edges of its wings flickered with faint light, revealing an indescribable weirdness and strangeness.

Its phoenix eyes, like a deep pool, spanned the sky and locked onto Mu Qingluan from afar. In an instant, a strange pressure came down from the sky like a mountain, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted and deformed.

Under this kind of pressure, the energy in the surrounding heaven and earth instantly became chaotic and out of control, rushing in all directions. Outside the square, the spectators were all stunned by this shocking change, and waves of horrified shouts rose one after another, like a surging wave.

Feng Qing'er's eyes were like cold stars, staring at Mu Qingluan mercilessly, without any emotion in her beautiful eyes. After a moment of silence, she gently raised her jade arm, and her jade finger, which was as white as frost and snow, pointed to where Mu Qingluan was. Then, a bone-chilling voice, wrapped in overwhelming pressure and domineering aura, exploded.

"The Holy Statue of the Demonic Phoenix, swallowing up the heavens and the earth!"

The sound was like thunder filling the ears. When the sound fell, the originally illusory and still black phoenix behind Feng Qing'er seemed to be injected with a soul and suddenly came alive.

It stretched its neck toward the sky and let out a phoenix cry that was so sharp that it pierced the clouds and split the rocks. Wherever the sound waves reached, ripples appeared in the air.

Immediately, the huge wings that covered the sky and the sun flapped violently, and a black light that was ten feet wide and like an inky torrent, carried a creepy and terrifying force, like a world-destroying meteorite, with billowing smoke and endless momentum, smashed down towards Mu Qingluan. The space seemed to be torn apart along its path, making a "sizzling" sound.

Mu Qingluan's eyes opened wide, fixed on the strange black light that seemed to devour the sky and earth and cover the entire world. She suddenly felt a chill climbing up her spine, and her heart was instantly gripped by a strong sense of crisis, as if she was on the edge of an abyss, walking on thin ice.

In the moment of crisis, she had no time to think and immediately used the "Taiqing Youtian Step" that her senior brother had taught her not long ago.

I saw her jade feet lightly tapping the ground, just like a dragonfly skimming the water, but her steps were mysterious and contained a mystical secret.

The figure seemed to be carried away by the breeze, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment, like a shadow and a phantom. In an instant, it disappeared from the spot in a vague, ethereal and otherworldly posture.

Only a residual image remained, trembling under the reflection of the black light, and was soon torn apart by the strong wind.

And at the moment when Mu Qingluan's body disappeared, a strange black light suddenly fell from the sky and landed heavily on the hard silver wooden square.

Suddenly, with a strange hissing sound, a huge and deep pit nearly ten feet in diameter appeared on the square. Around the pit, there were traces of black flames burning.

At the other end of the square, Mu Qingluan revealed her figure, staring intently at the faint black flames, as if they were spreading out from the depths of hell, carrying with them a chilling chill. This strange flame seemed to be the source of the sense of crisis in Mu Qingluan's heart.

"This Feng Qing'er is indeed a member of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan. She is really difficult to deal with. It seems that the only way to find the right opportunity next is to use the move that Sister Zi Yan taught me before. Only in this way can I have a greater chance of winning..."

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"Tsk tsk, the quality of the beast fire in this Sky Demon Phoenix is ​​really good. Look at its power, it is not inferior to the ordinary strange fire ranked after fifteenth."

Sitting on the seat, Xiao Ling's eyes were fixed on the blazing black flames in the square. The flames were like rolling dark clouds, revealing a sense of weirdness and heat. He stroked his chin, muttered to himself, his eyes full of interest.

"Xiao Yan, when this matter is over, I will capture Feng Qing'er and extract a Heavenly Demon Phoenix beast fire from her body for you. This Heavenly Demon Phoenix beast fire is of high quality, and it will definitely help you when you refine medicine in the future."

Immediately, Xiao Ling shifted his gaze to Xiao Yan, who was staring intently at the competition on the field beside him. The corners of his mouth raised slightly in a smile, and he used his soul power to transmit his voice.

"Besides, you have the Flame Art with you, which can change the form of flames by fusing with other beast fires. Unless a high-level Heavenly Demon Phoenix personally inspects it, others will definitely not be able to recognize that this is Heavenly Demon Phoenix beast fire, so there is no need to worry about using it."

Hearing Xiao Ling's voice in his mind, Xiao Yan was stunned at first, as if his thoughts were instantly frozen. After a moment, his heart was filled with stormy waves and his expression was full of shock.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Ling, who was smiling brightly. He could not hide his surprise and doubt in his eyes. He immediately mobilized his soul power and quietly responded: "Cousin, isn't this too bold? The Sky Demon Phoenix Clan is powerful and will never let go of any grudge. If we act like this, I'm afraid we will cause endless troubles later. Please think twice."

"Don't worry, I have my own considerations, and nothing will go wrong. Just wait patiently for the harvest." Xiao Ling smiled, his expression was leisurely, and his tone was full of ease and casualness. He replied with his soul power, "Tsk tsk, being able to use the Sky Demon Phoenix Beast Fire for yourself is something I have never heard of before. Don't be ungrateful for what you have."

Seeing his cousin so confident, Xiao Yan knew that it was futile to persuade him, so he said no more, nodded slightly and said: "Since you have made up your mind, cousin Xiao Ling, I will follow your arrangement. In the future, if you have any orders, Xiao Yan will go through fire and water and do his best, without any hesitation."

If we put aside the possible risks of this matter, the benefits are huge. As an expert in playing with fire, Xiao Yan has also come into contact with many different kinds of fire in the past, and has a deep understanding and unique insights into the way of fire.

The beast fire wielded by Feng Qing'er was undoubtedly top-notch. That kind of pure and violent power, as well as its unique properties, was definitely no less than a rare treasure to Xiao Yan.

Once he has mastered it, it will definitely help him achieve a qualitative leap in flame control and alchemy, and will be of great benefit to his future practice and improvement of skills.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan's gratitude towards his cousin gradually grew stronger.

"Haha, I am satisfied with your words. But at the moment, your first priority is to improve your cultivation. After the Four Square Pavilion Competition is over, you will go with me to the Xingyun Pavilion.

After that, I will definitely help you improve your strength. When you are strong enough, I will naturally need you to help me do something."

Xiao Ling looked at Xiao Yan's sincere expression, a gentle smile broke out on his face, he raised his hand and patted Xiao Yan's shoulder gently, then turned his gaze towards the direction of the competition field without saying anything more.

Xiao Ling was willing to take the initiative to help Xiao Yan. Although it was partly due to their kinship, he also had other thoughts in his heart.

Although Xiao Yan had many opportunities snatched away by Xiao Ling, he was still able to achieve achievements at this age that were not too far behind his original trajectory, which shows that he is blessed with great fortune and extraordinary luck.

Xiao Ling expected that in the future, Xiao Yan might come across something as rare as the Strange Fire that would be of great benefit to his cultivation. At that time, he could rely on the affection between the two to exchange and benefit each other, which would pave a more favorable path for his future.

Even if Xiao Yan failed to develop as Xiao Ling expected and failed to achieve the ideal results, it would not be a big loss for Xiao Ling.

Just think of it as a casual move. If it succeeds, you’ll be pleasantly surprised. If it fails, it doesn’t matter. It’s just another possibility to try.

When Xiao Yan heard that his cousin had already arranged his future itinerary properly, he could not help but shake his head helplessly, but he did not have the slightest intention of refusing.

He knew in his heart that Xiao Ling had a close relationship with him and would definitely not do anything to harm him.

Moreover, if I think about it carefully, I can stay in Xingyun Pavilion for a while, improve my own strength, and then go out to explore Zhongzhou when the time is right. It is a good choice...

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"Humph!"

Above the sky, Feng Qing'er saw that the black light had hit nothing, and a sneer escaped from the corner of her mouth, revealing bone-chilling coldness and disdain.

She raised her hand lightly and pointed with her slender fingers. The black light that had originally fallen to the ground, like a black giant python that was awakened, was surrounded by billowing smoke and carried a breath of destruction. It instantly shot out from the huge pit.

It was as fast as a startled wild goose. In the blink of an eye, it caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently. A series of low sonic booms "crackled" and sounded like thunder roaring in the sky, resounding through the clouds.

Mu Qingluan raised her eyes and looked at the strange black light that was rushing towards her again. Her dark brows were slightly furrowed, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in her heart.

She could keenly sense that the black light contained terrifying and violent energy, which could drag people into the endless abyss at any time. Even with her current three-star Dou Zong cultivation, once hit by the black light, even if she tried her best to resist it with her body skills, she would be hard to escape the fate of being seriously injured. The crisis was around the corner and there was no time to lose. Mu Qingluan tapped her jade feet lightly, just like the fairy Lingbo stepping on water, and once again performed the mysterious "Taiqing Youtian Step".

Her figure was like smoke and fog, ethereal and illusory. Wherever she passed, traces of afterimages appeared in the air one after another, like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. For a moment, it was difficult to tell the real from the fake.

"Mu Qingluan, there is no need to struggle any longer. You cannot easily escape from the power of the holy image. If it does not take your life today, it will haunt you like a ghost in the future and you will never have a peaceful day!"

Feng Qing'er looked down at Mu Qingluan, who was struggling and dodging, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining an arc full of mockery, and laughed coldly.

However, behind her, the giant black phoenix phantom that originally covered the sky and exuded a gloomy and evil aura had now become much dimmer, and the overwhelming pressure surrounding it had also been reduced.

Obviously, this extremely terrifying black light attack that seemed like a world-destroying calamity would consume a huge amount of energy with Feng Qing'er's current strength, and she could not use it as many times as she wanted.

But even so, her eyes still flashed with determination and ruthlessness, as if she was sure that Mu Qingluan would not be able to escape this time.

"Humph, although your move is tricky and I find it difficult to deal with it for the time being, you, the caster, may not always be so arrogant!"

Mu Qingluan raised her eyes and looked directly at Feng Qing'er, who was floating in the sky and was already slightly out of breath. A chill suddenly appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she shouted,

"In that case, I will do as you wish and go straight for you, the source of trouble. Let's see how powerful this move will be without you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingluan showed no fear. She paused, tapped the air with her jade foot, and instead of retreating, she advanced like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards Feng Qing'er with an unstoppable momentum.

"Oh, you're coming towards me now. Instead of running away, you're actively approaching me."

Feng Qing'er stood in mid-air, lowering her eyes to glance at Mu Qingluan who was gradually approaching below. The corner of her mouth curled up in a smile full of disdain, as if she was looking at a reckless ant courting its death.

"If I don't come closer to you, I won't be able to give you a good beating."

Mu Qingluan's eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she replied loudly without showing any sign of weakness. She kept walking, and her speed became faster and faster, like a stream of green light, breaking through the wind.

"Haha, in that case, why don't you try getting closer?"

Feng Qing'er sneered and waved her jade hand, controlling the black light that looked like a world-destroying black python, and chased after Mu Qingluan like a shadow.

The space along the way was stirred with a "sizzling" sound, as if it had opened a ferocious mouth, wanting to swallow Mu Qingluan into endless darkness.

Mu Qingluan's body movements were extraordinary, and she could not be quickly caught up by the black light. Her nimble body was like a green wild goose, darting past. In just a few blinks of an eye, the distance between her and Feng Qing'er shortened drastically, getting closer and closer.

Feng Qing'er saw this, her expression was stern, but she was not panicked at all. She opened her red lips slightly, muttered something, and skillfully controlled the black light with her bare hands.

At this moment, the black light was wrapped in billowing smoke, tearing through the air, making a "sizzling" sound, and chasing after Mu Qingluan with violent destructive power.

Seeing that the black light was like a deadly arrow that was about to pierce through Mu Qingluan's back in an instant, Feng Qing'er sneered and had already rehearsed in her mind the miserable appearance of Mu Qingluan falling to the ground with serious injuries.

However, at the critical moment, Mu Qingluan remained calm and the hand that was not holding the sword quickly raised up. Her slender white fingertips were as nimble as a butterfly, and she quickly formed several mysterious spells. The spells flickered with a faint light, and there seemed to be a green halo hidden in them.

"Spiritual Luan Thousand Shadows Heavenly Art!"

As Mu Qingluan let out a delicate cry, a blinding green light suddenly burst out, as if a star suddenly appeared in the daytime. In the light, Mu Qingluan's figure was like a dream bubble. One turned into two, two turned into four, and in a moment, sixteen identical Mu Qingluans spread out in a fan shape, each with a graceful figure and a cold expression, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

Seeing this, Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes suddenly opened wide, and she blurted out in surprise: "A clone-like fighting skill!" However, after a brief surprise, she immediately calmed down, opened her red lips slightly, and shouted: "Humph, a trivial trick, let's see what tricks you can come up with!"

After saying that, she waved her hand, controlling the surging black light, and pounced fiercely at the several "Mu Qingluan" approaching.

But when it collided with those clones, something strange happened. The "Mu Qingluan" that was hit first trembled slightly, and then, like a wisp of light smoke, it slowly dissipated in the wind, leaving only a few wisps of breeze, swirling by, as if mocking the futility of this attack.

Seeing this strange scene, Feng Qing'er was suddenly startled, and her heart seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible hand. Before she could react, an angry roar like the cry of a phoenix suddenly came to her ears.

"Feng Qing'er, now it's my turn!"

Feng Qing'er hurriedly turned her head and saw that familiar figure appeared behind her like a ghost.

At this moment, Mu Qingluan tightly grasped the long sword with both hands. The sword shone coldly, like a meteor in the dark night, and it was wrapped in surging anger, slashing down at herself swiftly. The sword wind was whistling, and the air not far behind her was stirred up with layers of visible ripples.

"Dragon Soul Phoenix Sword!"

Mu Qingluan's eyes were filled with evil, her red lips parted slightly, and her cry was like a sharp arrow that pierced through the void. As the cry fell, she swung the long sword in her hand, and in an instant, a mysterious and overbearing purple halo burst out from the sword, just like the purple light that penetrated the clouds at dawn, dazzling.

As the sword came down with the wind, the halo in the air changed and surged rapidly. In a moment, it condensed into a majestic and extraordinary purple dragon.

The dragon's scales sparkled, as if made of purple crystal, and its whiskers fluttered, revealing its majestic power. It looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, shaking the nine heavens. Then, with endless power, it swooped down towards Feng Qing'er like an arrow from a bow.

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And when Mu Qingluan performed the unparalleled "Dragon Soul Phoenix Sword", Zi Yan, who was sitting on the seat, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a relieved and satisfied smile.

She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as clear and pleasant as pearls falling on a jade plate: "Yes, it is true that my efforts were not wasted."

After saying that, Zi Yan raised her eyes and looked towards the field. There was a firm light in her eyes, as if she had foreseen the outcome of the competition. In her opinion, at this moment, the competition had come to an end and the winner had been decided.

On the side, Xiao Ling and the others raised their eyebrows slightly when they heard Zi Yan's words, with a bit of surprise and curiosity in their expressions.

Immediately, several pairs of eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, staring at the situation below with increasing concentration.

Everyone waited and watched, their eyes flashing with inquiring light, staring closely at the field. This "Dragon Soul Slashing Phoenix Sword" is a unique skill of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan. What kind of shocking and terrifying power that can change the world is hidden in it, and can become the key to victory in this fierce confrontation...

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Above the sky, Feng Qing'er looked up at the giant purple-gold dragon that was swooping down towards her. Her pupils suddenly shrank, her heart trembled violently, and a feeling of panic was like a surging tide that instantly drowned her.

The fear penetrated deep into her soul, and it seemed as if a chill spread along her blood vessels, causing her blood to tremble uncontrollably. For the first time, her pretty face lost its composure and revealed a look of panic that was hard to conceal.

At this point, Feng Qing'er finally woke up from her dream and realized that she had underestimated this girl from the Tianluan tribe from the beginning. (End of this chapter)