"Oops!"

Suddenly someone's complexion changed greatly, and he glanced at the unconscious waiter beside him: "That blow just now was so tyrannical, can we live to watch this blow?"

This is indeed a question that goes deep into the soul.

People with strength will naturally not worry, after all, this is just the aftermath of the battle, but there are many people who are not proficient in cultivation in this lobby!

After hearing this sentence, many people's expressions suddenly changed, and their hearts were timid.

The old man beside Zhu Lao suddenly sighed: "I'm afraid it's too late to evacuate now!"

"Don't worry!"

The old man Zhu shook his head, then looked at the blind chrysanthemum.

The blind chrysanthemum nodded, and with a flip of his hand, he took out an array plate.

Qi Jin was input into it, and the nodes on the array plate were lit up in sequence, and then he snorted lightly and threw the array plate upwards.

The array disk carried a whistling sound, and then the entire lobby was shrouded in a huge blue light.

Just now, no one thought that Liu Zhengyang and Wu Chaozi's random blows would be so powerful, so they were caught off guard. In fact, the defense here is not bad at all.

The blue mask looks as thin as a cicada's wings, but it has a certain blocking effect even in the face of the five powerhouses.

This is the sincerity of the black market auction, although the consumption is a bit painful, but at this time, it is not worth it.

On the square, Wu Chaozi's hand lightly paused.

The hilt of the sword was removed from the scabbard, and the cold light suddenly appeared. What was even more surprising was that behind Wu Chaozi, a figure with an illusory face emerged, and many people exclaimed when they saw this scene.

"Sword Spirit! It turned out to be Sword Spirit!"

"This Wu Chaozi is really hidden! No wonder he has been working so hard to cultivate his sword, so this one has a sword spirit!"

Hearing this, someone shook his head in rebuttal.

"It's not that this sword has a sword spirit, but Wu Chaozi actually used this sword to sharpen the sword spirit!"

Then he explained again.

"Look at the sword spirit's face, it's extremely illusory. Obviously, the newly born sword spirit has not been fully formed! I can't imagine that Wu Chaozi's ambition is far greater than we imagined!"

Everyone also understood that Wu Chaozi not only wanted to use the sword to break the shackles on his body, but also wanted to use the sword to cast the soul of the sword!

The process of casting a soul is different for everyone. What Wu Chaozi needs is to completely integrate his sword will with the sword spirit, so that in the future, his sword will have a spirit, and his strength will naturally rise to a higher level!

"The name of this sword is Qingshuang. It has been with me for ten years. Liu is in charge of it. I have offended you!"

Liu Zhengyang narrowed his eyes. At this time, the essence of the plants and trees in his hands had gradually subsided, and he was also curious about the process of Wu Chaozi's soul casting.

After all, the poisonous behavior in the chessboard has definitely been broken up, and the protection of the spirit has been lost, so he can take this opportunity to learn.

"Also let me see how strong your Tibetan Sword is!"

Liu Zhengyang squeezed the magic formula in his hand, and a fighting spirit was born in his heart.

Wu Chaozi's eyes suddenly lit up, without any hesitation at the moment, the three-in-one spirit, spirit and spirit, and the palm tightly fit on the hilt of the sword.

As the long sword slowly came out of its sheath, the chains that seemed to be holding him down seemed to break inch by inch.

At the same time, Wu Chaozi's threatening aura began to drop a little bit, and everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but shrink.

"It's started! It's about to start!"

These people even held their breath subconsciously, their eyes fixed on Wu Chaozi's changes, even if they were stabbed by the sword energy, their eyes were stiff, just to witness the birth of the legend.