It was a bead, a round bead slightly smaller than an egg. It looked nothing special and not very eye-catching. People who didn't know the value of it would probably just treat it as a bead to play with.
"The Obsidian Wind Spirit Pearl, one of the three treasures of the Qingteng royal family!"
The dean was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Nie Teng actually carried such a treasure on him. This thing was truly a treasure. It was made of obsidian and was engraved with a defensive formation. The defense alone could withstand twelve attacks from a Nascent Soul cultivator. In addition to its defensive power, it could also stir up the wind in the air. At the same time, if a wind-attribute cultivator obtained it, this bead could also play a huge role in battle.
Nie Teng threw the bead in his hand into the air. The bead instantly started to spin, blowing the air in the surrounding air to one side, sucking the strong airflow that formed a barrier under the bead, forming a whirlwind-like wind flow, and going to the forest on the other side.
Because the airflow that was set up as a barrier was sucked away, the battle scene inside appeared in front of everyone. However, when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but gasp.
Feng Jiu was covered in wounds as his red dress was cut with countless cuts. He couldn't tell which blood on his red dress was his and which was the enemy's. All he knew was that the blood on his red dress was dyed crimson. What was shocking was the wounds and the strong murderous aura and pressure surging from him.
At this moment, what shocked them the most and made them gasp was not this, but the long sword in the hands of the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him. The sword pierced through his entire shoulder, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced in from the front and came out from the back...
Instead of the Nascent Soul cultivator's sword piercing his shoulder, the sharp sword in his hand, which was glowing with green light, pierced through the heart of the Nascent Soul cultivator. The sword energy carrying the flaming air flow cut through the heart and instantly destroyed his Nascent Soul!
"hiss!"
Everyone who saw this scene gasped. They could tell at a glance that he was using his wounds to exchange for lives! This was a method of injuring himself by 800 and injuring the enemy by 1,000, which would result in both sides suffering losses!
The danger was so great that they could not help but tremble with fear. If the Yuanying cultivator's sword had stabbed accurately, he would have lost his life...
"Bang!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator had his eyes wide open, and fell down unwillingly after being kicked by Fengjiu. His Nascent Soul was destroyed, and not even a trace of life was left.
"Um!"
The long sword that was stabbed in the shoulder was pulled out as the Nascent Soul cultivator fell backwards. As the long sword was pulled out, she staggered back a step, supporting her body with the sword in her hand to steady her slightly shaky steps.
She turned her head to look at the crowd that was rushing over, and when she saw them, she couldn't help but be slightly startled. Familiar and unfamiliar people, one after another, were all here? Were all the combat-capable instructors in the entire academy here
"Fengjiu, we are here."
The dean's eyes fell on the young man. Seeing that he could hold on until now, until their arrival, the feeling at this moment could not be expressed in words. All they knew was that seeing that he was still alive, they were excited.
The wise and sharp eyes moved away from Fengjiu, and the dean looked at the only two remaining Nascent Soul masters. An old and low voice came out of his mouth with a fierce murderous intent.