Chapter 10 Defeat

Lu Ping attacked Yuan Zhan with three Blood Magic Figures. Yuan Zhan inwardly cursed him for being wasteful. The disciples below the ring were surprised. Lu Ping used four Blood Magic Figures in such a short time. What a generous man!

Yuan Zhan's "Earth Wall" was just a common Magic Figure, which could not resist the attack of Blood Magic Figures. He quickly pasted another "Earth Shield" Magic Figure on himself and took out the last high-grade Blood Magic Figure he had. The Blood Magic Figure turned into a fire dragon, swallowed the "Fire Crow" Magic Figure and then exploded.

At the same time, Yuan Zhan sent out several streaks of Sword Qi to break another "Water Binding" Magic Figure. Therefore, he had no time to resist the "Falling Stone" Magic Figure. Three huge stones weighing more than a thousand pounds hit Yuan Zhan's two protective Magic Figures and smashed them into pieces. Yuan Zhan was also beaten and forced to retreat by this powerful force.

Seeing this, Lu Ping launched his attacks again. He made swordsmanship of Shu Realm with his right hand and attacked Yuan Zhan with magic methods with the other. To his surprise, he could shoot out magic methods smoothly and almost as quickly as he made the sword moves.

Seeing that Lu Ping gained the upper hand in an instant and the magic methods that came out of his left hand were fast, Immortal Senior Liu couldn't help but give a "Huh", attracting the attention of several Immortal Seniors around him.

"He actually grasped Shu Realm in a fight!" An Immortal Senior said.

"His swordsmanship and magic methods have both reached Shu Realm. It's hard to tell who'll win!" Another Immortal Senior said.

At this time, the only one who looked overcast was Immortal Senior Fang. He snorted with a calm face, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching. His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Since Lu Ping took the upper hand and his magic methods reached Shu Realm, his morale soared and he kept on attacking Yuan Zhan. Yuan Zhan's cultivation was one level higher than Lu Ping’s, but he could only manage to withstand his blows.

Yuan Zhan was angry and annoyed. He was at the upper hand a moment ago, but the situation changed in an instant. He probably needed to play his trump card. Yuan Zhan originally wanted to compete with the masters at the ninth level of Blood Refining with this trump card, but he had to dispel this idea at the time.

In the crowd's exclamation, a silver sword appeared above Yuan Zhan's head. In the silver light, an aggressive breath pointed at Lu Ping who suddenly felt that his face had been cut by a knife. It hurt like hell!

"It's a magic weapon. A magic weapon!" In the crowd's exclamation, Yuan Zhan laughed proudly, transmitting his magic strength into his long sword.

Seeing that Yuan Zhan took out his magic weapon, Lu Ping appeared calm and serious.

He had a magic weapon. It was not surprising that someone else would also have one.

Lu Ping attacked Yuan Zhan with magic methods to prevent him from injecting spiritual strength into the weapon, while secretly injecting his magic power into his bronze mirror.

During their stalemate, all the disciples below the ring held their breath, and even some of the Immortal Seniors on the central ring turned their attention to Lu Ping's match.

In the blink of an eye, the silver sword above Yuan Zhan's head turned into a flash of light. It flashed past before the crowd’s eyes and rushed towards Lu Ping.

Everyone felt sorry for Lu Ping. They thought they would see Lu Ping defeat Yuan Zhan whose cultivation was one level higher. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhan played his trump card, a magic weapon.

Just when they thought Lu Ping would be defeated, they heard a loud "Ding". They thought it was the presiding Immortal Senior who presided over this match blocked the magic weapon. However, after they turned around, they saw a bronze mirror suspending in front of Lu Ping. It was resisting the silver flying sword.

Magic weapon. It was also a magic weapon!

It was amazing that both sides had magic weapons. All the disciples below the ring suddenly got excited. Even Immortal Senior Liu was stunned and delighted.

Yuan Zhan thought that he was sure to win, but Lu Ping also had a magic weapon. Moreover, it was actually a defensive one.

"Damn it," Yuan Zhan cursed secretly, took back his silver flying sword, injected his Spiritual Strength into it, and was about to launch his second attack.

Disciples at the Blood Refining stage had no Divine Mentality Coercion and could not attack and defend freely with remote control of magic weapons. They could only use magic weapons directly as Yuan Zhan did, one blow at a time.

Therefore, Yuan Zhan could only hope to defeat Lu Ping with his rich spiritual strength.

Lu Ping also quickly put away his bronze mirror and prepared to resist the second attack. Meanwhile, he took out two high-grade Blood Magic Figures secretly.

When Yuan Zhan launched his second attack, Lu Ping raised his bronze mirror to resist it while throwing out two Magic Figures.

Yuan Zhan didn't expect that Lu Ping's spiritual strength was so strong. It was no weaker than his. He was caught off guard by two Blood Magic Figures, so he rushed to inject his remaining spiritual strength into his magic steel and threw it out. At the cost of destroying the magic steel, he blocked only one of the Magic Figures. The second one turned into three wooden thorns, and he watched them stabbing towards himself.

A magic method flew over, turned into a silver shield, and blocked Lu Ping's Blood Magic Figure. The presiding Immortal Seniors who presided over the match shouted, "Lu Ping from the seventh team has won!"

Lu Ping let out a long breath. He was almost eliminated before he entered the top sixty-four. Remembering that he even wished to enter the top sixteen before the match, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Lu Ping was naturally congratulated by a group of senior disciples when he got off the ring. It turned out that his match was the longest. The other disciples had already completed their matches.

The morning round was already quite intense. Many powerful disciples began to stand out conspicuously, and the appearance of magic weapons was no longer anything new. Many of the disciples with powerful strength met each other in advance because of the lots they drew. The spectators were satisfied after watching their fierce competitions, but they also felt sorry for the failed disciples.

Zhao Lang and Qian Fei who were among the "Five Talents" met the already famous disciples who were at the ninth level of Blood Refining in this round. Although they were both powerful and each had two magic weapons, they were defeated in the end because of a lack of spiritual strength. Du Feng, the second senior disciple, defeated Qian Fei.

Yao Yong, the first senior disciple, also won easily, using only a low-grade magic weapon to defeat a disciple who had just reached the ninth level of Blood Refining. In the duel, Yao Yong's magic weapons and magic methods both reached Shu Realm. Without using a Magic Figure, he easily defeated his opponent.

The fourth senior disciple, Shi Lingling, who was at the eighth level encountered a disciple who was at the ninth level. Her magic weapons and magic methods also both reached Shu Realm. With the help of several high-grade Magic Figures, she defeated her opponent and saved the reputation of "Five Talents" that was declining.

Only four members of the seventh team entered the top thirty-two. They were the first senior disciple Yao Yong, the second senior disciple Du Feng, the fourth senior disciple Shi Lingling, and Lu Ping. The other disciples in the seventh team were all eliminated.

Among the thirty-two people, more than half of them had reached the ninth level of Blood Refining. Except for Lu Ping, the others were all powerful disciples at the eighth level. After the match, Lu Ping became the focus of attention and was known as "a dark horse". However, he was not used to it, because he had always been low-key.

Immortal Senior Liu on the central ring was also one of the people who received compliments. Four of his disciples entered the top thirty-two. Even if they were all eliminated in the next round, his team could enter the top five.

In the afternoon, before the fourth round started, Lu Ping had a bad presentiment. Sure enough, after they drew lots, the Immortal Senior, who oversaw assisting them to draw lots, shouted, "Lu Ping from the seventh team will versus Leng Qian from the fourteenth team!"