Miss Eight Series Summoner

That's it!

Fu Shaoqi turned her head, no longer paying attention to the angry gazes cast by the people in the audience, but concentrated on preparing to deal with the wind in front of him.

A huge halo shrouded Feng Xi and Fu Shaoqi's heads, and a steady stream of spiritual power turned from Fu Shaoqi to this halo.

"Nine thunderstorms!" Fu Shaoqi suddenly roared, holding the big knife in both hands and pushing forward.

"Nine thunderbolts?" Bailigu Youxue, who was standing in the audience, frowned and murmured again Fu Shaoqi's words, "How come I hear this move so familiarly?"

"It's the move my apprentice used back then." Yaojun's tutor beside Youxue Bailigu explained Youyou, but his eyes did not leave Fengxi and Fu Shaoqi on the martial arts platform.

Bailigu Youxue's memory was instantly hooked up by Yaojun's instructor, and it hit like a tide. Bailigu Youxue remembered that Feng Xi used this trick many times to turn the danger into a waste. This shows how powerful this "nine thunderstorms" is.

Thinking this way, Bailigu Youxue's impression of Fu Shaoqi is much better. Although he is not knowledgeable, but his strength is not bad.

However, Bailigu Youxue's thoughts changed, and Fu Shaoqi couldn't compare to her family's style no matter how powerful.

"Just wait for you to die." Fu Shaoqi stared at the wind from the corner of her eyes, grinning and launching nine thunders.

The wind stood quietly on the spot, and the prestige flicked the corner of her skirt embroidered with a flower, making her whole person like a fairy in the sky. She faintly watched Fu Shaoqi launch nine thunderstorms, but she didn't feel much sense of crisis in her heart.

The power of these nine thunders is indeed huge, but it also depends on the strength of the initiator.

For example, Fu Shaoqi, although he activated the nine thunderstorms, Feng Xi clearly saw that Fu Shaoqi's spiritual power was weak, and it was just holding on. According to his current situation, he was afraid that the nine thunders had not yet dropped to the second thunder, so Fu Shaoqi would be backlashed by the nine thunders.

"Hey, start!" Fu Shaoqi didn't care that his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He was now immersed in the joy that he was about to defeat Fengxi, and he had not considered the consequences of doing so.

When Fu Shaoqi's voice fell, Feng Xi and Fu Shaoqi's halo began to slowly change. The color began to change from the original bright yellow to dark black, and with it, there was a faint thunder.

"Oh my god, is it about to rain?"

"I seem to hear thunder?"

"This Young Master Fu is really strong?"

"I think this little girl can't beat it!"

The common people under the martial arts stage saw this scene and expressed their opinions one after another. Some of them took a bet and even began to ask if they could be replaced.

Feng Xi, who stood on the martial arts platform, didn't care about the words of the people below, but slowly counted the time when the first thunder struck.

"Feng Xi should do it too." Bailigu Youxue touched her chin and said her opinion.

Instructor Yaojun nodded insignificantly, indicating that he agreed with her.

"Three, two, one." Feng Xi closed her eyes, silently reading the number in her heart, and tightly held the Yuehua sword in her right hand, "do it."

As Feng Xi's voice fell, there was a loud noise in the sky, and a lightning bolt struck Feng Xi's location fiercely.