Villain: Cao Eiliao, who rebelled against the Empress of Destiny at the beginning

"You two, are you sure you want to gamble?" A fat old man in a white robe with a long beard asked in a deep voice on the edge of the ring.

"I'm sure." Wang Han smiled slightly: "Brother Cao, you won't go back on your word."

Cao Meng smiled slightly: "Of course not!"

The fat elder looked at Cao Meng and shook his head, "Young people nowadays are too arrogant. If you don't suffer a little, you won't have a long memory."

"Okay, let's get started!"

"Junior Brother Cao, show your sword, don't say that my brother didn't give you a chance!" Wang Han chuckled, and typed out a sword formula. The five famous swords on his back rose into the air like a peacock spreading its tail. The sword gang flickered, pointing at Cao Meng.

"Sword up!"

Cao Meng didn't talk too much, the Qijue flying sword was out of its sheath, and the seven-handled flying sword was like a cloud of seven colors when it came out.

"Good sword!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Han's eyes, these seven swords were much stronger than his five ordinary swords.

It can even be said that it is a world of difference.

"Sword Thirteen~"

In an instant, five famous swords cooperate with one, and then~

Five-color sword field shrouded~

Lock Cao Meng.

"F*ck, old yin dog, Jian Shisan!"

"This Wang Han is so insidious, he even hid the double sword level to lure Cao Meng into it!"

"Sword control, plus the thirteenth sword, the combat power will never lose to the fourteenth level of the sword!"

"It's over, my Seven Absolute Flying Sword is about to be snatched away."

Under the arena, there was an uproar.

Almost everyone cast a sympathetic look at Cao Meng.

The transmission of information within the academy was actually very fast, and the disciples who came to participate in the trial meeting had also made sufficient preparations.

Cao Meng had a public battle with Xu Tian a few days ago. Although he became famous in the first battle, his strength was also "exposed".

In their opinion, under Jian Shisan's sword control skills, Cao Meng will undoubtedly lose.

Even with Qijue Feijian.

Off the court, Xuanyuan Baiying's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of surprise: "Qijue Flying Sword, this sword intent... is amazing~"

"What, the sword intent and sword soul of the Absolute God Seven Swords, how could he have the Seven Absolute Flying Sword?" On the reed stage, Xu Jianxing's pupils shrank:

"Could it be that the Jue Shen Sacrifice Sword Talisman was refined by him!"

"Sword Thirteen, Sword Controlling Technique? Hehe..." Empress Xuanyuan smiled contemptuously.

"Defeat!"

A little bit of Wang Han's sword art~

swoosh~

A five-color sword light passes through, ten thousand lines are one foot, the No. 13 heavy sword way, shuttles in an instant.

"cut!"

The seven swords condensed and cut down with one sword.

The five-color sword shattered.The five swords are thrown away.

Yu Jianshu, broken!

Cao Meng's figure disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in front of Wang Han.

"What, it's impossible..." Wang Han was shocked, and before he had time to re-execute the sword control technique, he waved his palms and blasted towards Cao Meng.

"Melee with me?"

The blue shadow flickered, and the palm passed through the block of Wang Han's palms, and grabbed his neck.

"Talent plunder!"

Five hundred days are worth offering sacrifices to heaven.

"Woo..." Cao Meng strangled Wang Han's neck, and he sealed his true energy with sword energy, so he couldn't move at all.

As soon as the talent plundering started, Wang Han felt as if his soul had been taken away, and his whole body trembled and trembled.

Immediately, the souls of the dead frightened.

A pair of eyes widened.

"Woo~"

"Boy, you have won, stop!" Elder Jianzhan shouted sharply.

"Okay~" Cao Meng chuckled.

Looting, done!

"What a wonderful feeling, the sword, my control over the way of the sword..."

The moment the plunder was completed, Cao Meng felt a strange feeling.

It seems that my grasp of the Qijue Flying Sword and the way of the sword has been sublimated.

buzz~

The Qijue Lingjian hanging on the ring is even more powerful, and the sword's intent is even hotter!

"It's the talent of the sword spirit body~"

Properties panel:

Name: Cao Meng, courtesy name Demeng

Face value: 99

Cultivation base: Golden Elixir [99.99%]

The Sixth Level of the Flesh Body [Dragon Elephant Golden Body Middle Stage]

Comprehension: Holy goods

Talent: Blood Spirit Holy Body, Blood Devouring [Holy Product, Variation] The Blood Spirit Holy Body is fused with the mutated blood devouring body, possessing terrifying blood devouring and fusion abilities.The physical body can be strengthened by fusing blood energy...

Pure Yang Cauldron Body [Sacred Product] Sleeping with others for two days, can obtain miraculous effects.

Sword Spirit Eucharist [holy product] born son of sword, sword power +300%

Mandate: 320

"Changed, finally changed!"

Cao Meng was overjoyed.

The superposition of two similar talents will indeed produce a qualitative change.

I used to be a celestial psychic sword body, but after plundering this guy's celestial sword spirit body, the two superimposed and became a sword spirit holy body.

Also, the comprehension has finally broken through to the Holy Grade~

"Fortunately, I got [-] destiny points of the Demon Empress before trying the Dao, otherwise I would have missed this chance of transformation."

Cao Meng took off the silver fox mask on Wang Han's face, revealing a bloodless handsome face.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Wang Han collapsed to the ground.

"Good treasure, Junior Brother Wang, thank you." Cao Meng waved the mask at him with a smile.

"Why, how could this be? How could I lose!"

"I obviously have a silver fox mask, five famous swords, imperial swordsmanship, and the thirteenth level of swordsmanship, how could..."

Wang Han slumped on the ground, staring intently at the silver fox mask in Cao Meng's hand.

At this moment, he still doesn't feel that he has lost the most important thing - the body of the sword spirit!

"Five Elements Famous Swords?" Cao Meng looked at the five gleaming famous swords that fell on the ring.

Receive!

Five famous swords flew up and landed in front of Cao Meng.

"Although it is a mortal sword, it is almost psychic." Cao Meng shook his head.

All swords cannot be psychic, and they cannot control the sword.

Wang Han was able to control the mortal sword entirely with the Thousand Illusion Mask in his hand.

However, I have the Holy Body of the Blood Spirit, so I can nourish it with blood, turning the five swords from waste into treasure.

"Cao Meng, win!" With the shout of the fat elder, the betting battle came to an end.

"Brother Cao~"

I saw that Wang Han let out a mournful cry, and knelt down in front of Cao Meng, with tears and nose streaming down his face: "Brother Cao, please, please return me the mask and sword. You can’t lose it, brother, please do me a favor and let me go! I can exchange anything with you, please!”

"What? Pay you back!"

Cao Meng was speechless.

I can't afford to lose, this is.

"Junior Brother Wang, do you think I look like your father?" Cao Meng sneered.

"Ah?" Wang Han was taken aback.

"Go away~"

Boom~

A jio kicked him hard in the chest and sent him flying out of the ring.

"What the hell, bah!"

"Who else!"

Cao Meng picked up a famous five-color sword from the arena, and pointed it at the audience: "Who else wants Lao Tzu's Qijue Flying Sword, don't say I won't give you a chance!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

Some people are angry, some people are surprised.

This guy is crazy!

"This kid, the swordsmanship talent is not bad." Xuanyuan Baiying's mouth curved nicely.

On the reed platform, Xu Jianxing frowned: "How is it possible, it's only been a few days of effort, how could his swordsmanship be so advanced?"

"No more? What a disappointment!"

Cao Meng shook his head in disappointment.

"Boy!" At this time, a muffled voice came from Jindan No. [-] ring.

I saw a burly woman with a pockmarked face and a huge saber in front of her, staring at Cao Meng with tiger eyes:

"I don't have any treasures. I will bet my life on the Qijue Flying Sword with you. If you win, my life will be yours! If I win, the Qijue Flying Sword will belong to my elder brother Yuan Hao!"

"Gambling your life? Your brother Yuanhao..." Cao Meng almost threw up.

After being called "Brother" delicately by this five-year-old woman, that Yuan Hao...

Wait, Yuan Hao, why is this name so familiar.

"I'll go, there is Yuan Hao, the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the ice coffin of the ancient female boss? Is it such a coincidence!"