Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue looked at Ling Feng like she was looking at an experienced baby. Such a good opportunity could not be encountered at any time. Although she knew that Ling Feng was no longer aware of it at this time, Murong Ningyue still sarcastically said: "Big Mouth Boy, do you think you can kill me with a broken knife? You are far from it! Let me teach you a good lesson!"

After Murong Ningyue said that, he raised a middle finger at Ling Feng. Perhaps feeling Murong Ningyue's contempt, Ling Feng rushed over again. Murong Ningyue was overjoyed and stood there without dodging. He waited until the ghost-headed sword arrived in front of him to block and dodge. Under such extreme circumstances, the spiritual power in Murong Ningyue's body was growing rapidly.

At the same time, since the soul-catching power of the Ghost Head Sword is not very strong, it is just at the limit that Murong Ningyue can bear, in addition to the increase in spiritual power, Murong Ningyue's soul power is also rapidly becoming stronger.

Both sides fought and dodged one by one. When the green light on Ling Feng's body gradually dimmed and the ghost energy on the ghost head sword gradually became thinner, Murong Ningyue was successfully promoted to the fourth stage of Ling Zun, and at the same time, her soul power also increased to a terrible level.

At this time, Ling Feng's hair was as radiant as an evil ghost. Although he wanted to lift his sword to slash Murong Ningyue, he fell to the ground halfway through, and it seemed that he had overdrawn his physical strength. This magic weapon was indeed strange. Even if he could kill the enemy, he would probably be backfired if he accidentally did.

Murong Ningyue thought this in her heart, but she still walked to Ling Feng and put the ghost-headed sword into her ring. She definitely won’t use this magic weapon, but it will definitely be worth a lot of money to sell it. Murong Ningyue will not miss this opportunity to make a fortune.

Seeing Ling Feng fainting, Murong Ningyue took away Ling Feng's ghost-headed sword. The other people in Ling Zhao Academy no longer fought with Qing Yun and the others. They hurriedly pulled away to Ling Feng who was lying on the ground. While checking Ling Feng's situation, they shouted to Murong Ningyue: "Give back the ghost-headed sword to us, we are going to be the one who fell into trouble this time!"

Murong Ningyue snorted and said coldly: "I have never returned the things I have gotten. Besides, you have to figure out the current situation. You are not qualified to bargain with me and take out all the star sand in your hands. I will give you a life!"

The person who spoke at Lingzhao Academy suddenly remembered that Ling Feng, who had the highest cultivation level, had already fallen to the ground. The remaining four of them were probably not opponents from Li Ruo Academy. Thinking of this, the man took out seven or eight star sands from the ring and threw them at Murong Ningyue, his tone also softened and said: "Okay, we can give you the star sands, we don't want the ghost-headed sword, but you want to let us go! This is OK."

After Murong Ningyue put the star sand into the ring, there was an evil smile on the corner of her mouth, and she shook her head and said, "Of course it's okay to let you go, but I said I would break the hands and feet of this big-mouthed boy. I, Murong Ningyue, always said that I never break my promise. You all let go and let me break his hands and feet, and then you go out!"

"Don't be more arrogant! Prince Lingfeng is one of the most beloved sons of the Lord of Ling Zhao Kingdom. If you let us go, you will be exposed. Otherwise, I am afraid you will not be able to bear the anger of Ling Zhao Kingdom!"
Chapter completed!