Not only was Ji Ningshuang watching that iron whip, but even the people from Zhengyang Sect were fixedly staring at it.
As they kept watching, someone began to murmur.
"Why does this whip look so familiar to me?"
Originally, this iron whip was bought by Chu Yi back then; as for whether it belonged to the Zhengyang Sect before that, even Chu Yi wasn't clear.
Boom!
In the midst of everyone's astonishment, the battle between Chu Yi and Ji Ningshuang on the platform had already reached a fever pitch.
Their spiritual weapons were more or less equal, and after such entangled combat, their strength was evenly matched.
Therefore, they were now wary of each other, locked in a stalemate.
Boom!
Another loud crash, as both the iron whip in Chu Yi's hand and Ji Ningshuang's Spirit Sword flew out, while both of them stumbled several steps back.
Ji Ningshuang's face turned pale, and she let out an instinctive cry, followed by an involuntary look of shock in her eyes.
