Tianshen Villa martial arts arena.
To the north of the arena, sitting on a large chair carved from Longyang wood, were two middle-aged men with extraordinary auras.
One person was wearing a blue robe, with a slim face and a thin build.
The aura exuding from the body is quiet and cold, enough to make people shiver, just like Nangong Bingning standing on the stage.
It makes people feel that it is absolutely difficult to get close to them!
The other man wore a gorgeous robe with a green background and gold patterns. He had a majestic figure and a very heroic appearance. He had the domineering appearance unique to a battlefield general.
The man in blue robe is of course Nangong Bingning’s father, Nangong Hantian, the supreme city lord of Shuanghanzhou Qianjin Dynasty shaking Yuancheng.
Because of their different races, they are called the "Icy Clan" and their skin is born with bursts of cold air to withstand the low temperature in the continent!
In fact, if you want to suppress those qi machines, you can do it.
But it was obvious that the lord of the Bingyou Clan's Shaoyuan City, as a foreigner visiting a foreign land, had no intention of restraining himself from the cold, and did not want to be polite as a guest, so he acted very arrogantly.
In one simple word, crazy!
The four-year engagement between the younger generation's children has not yet begun. Nangong Hantian stroked his beard and Shi Shiran looked relaxed.
He suddenly turned his head and said to the man in green robe sitting next to him: "Master Ling, back then you said that your wife Yao Ying was the royal princess of our Qianjin Dynasty. Because 'Yao' is indeed the national surname, plus You showed me the royal jade pendant, so I believed it. But why did I later hear that when Ling Zheng married you, he had a little... unpleasant quarrel with his mother's family? "
The man in green robe sitting majestically next to him is none other than the number one prince of Hanlan Continent Jinxiu Kingdom, "King Shenyuan Domain" and the owner of Tianshen Villa, Ling Pu.
King Ling Dafan laughed, his voice was hearty, without any hidden things, and he said calmly: "My wife turned out to be a princess, but now she has severed ties with the royal family of your Qianjin Kingdom."
Nangong Hantian said coldly: "Why was it broken?"
"Reason? It's simple, because I am from the human race, and I don't have a natal sword. I am not a sword cultivator. You Bingyou people like to classify sword cultivators into three, six or nine grades. I am a non-sword cultivator from a foreign race, so I will naturally be looked down upon."
Ling Pu said calmly, "If I hadn't had a tough attitude back then and Ying'er loved me enough, I might not have been able to marry this wife back!"
Nangong Hantian lowered his eyebrows and his face was like a pool of stagnant water. He said solemnly: "Master Ling, let's not mention your wife's matter for now. Is your son Ling Zhen really not a sword cultivator?"
Ling Pu was silent for a moment, smiled faintly, nodded and said: "Yes, Zhen'er doesn't have his natal sword yet, and he hasn't mastered it after four years of practice. You can figure it out if you think about it, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, I Ling Pu is the Martial God of the Splendid Dynasty, not a sword god. His bloodline is there and cannot be changed! Our human race is different from your Bingyou Clan. It doesn’t matter if the son he raises cannot become a sword cultivator."
Nangong Hantian snorted, lowered the corner of his mouth, and said in a bad tone: "Then it seems that the marriage between our two families is out of reach!"
"Brother Nangong, the word "Pan" is a bit too arrogant. The in-laws should be married, not "Pan".
Ling Pu, the owner of Tianshen Villa, smiled and said, "Whether we can get married depends on whether there is a fate between the children. Zhen'er and Ling Ai are about to start a martial arts competition, let's watch!"
Nangong Hantian snorted again, causing his beard to rise in shock, "Is it still necessary to watch this competition?! Guizi has not made any progress in four years, how can he possibly defeat my daughter Bing Ning with such useless... useless qualifications? "
Ling Pu, the great vassal king of the Mega Dynasty, was surprisingly good-tempered today. He smiled at such rude remarks and responded: "Brother Nangong, we will see if my family has made any progress."
On the martial arts arena, Ling Zhen said that if anyone in the Nangong family continues to have dirty mouths, they must stand in and crawl out!
Nangong Bingning, who had a cold face, seemed to have broken her skills. She no longer held her airs, her eyebrows were raised, she shouted with wide eyes: "Ling Zhen, you have such a bad tone! Haha, you said that our Bingyou Clan is right or not? As far as I know, your mother Yao Ying is also a member of the Bingyou tribe. She looks down on foreigners, so why did your father marry your mother?!"
"First of all, my mother has severed ties with the royal family of Qianjin Kingdom. Secondly, your Bingyou clan relies on your innate ability to open swords and looks down on our human race. I am just saying a few words to help my own race."
Ling Zhen said loudly, "You, Miss Nangong, are so pampered. If you can't get used to the polite words of the human race, please leave Hanlan Continent and go back to your Shuanghan Continent in a smooth and smooth manner. I won't send you far away!"
"Let me go back, haha, okay..."
The corners of Nangong Bingning's mouth kept twitching, her facial features moved wildly, and she laughed in anger!
A blue light flashed between her eyebrows, and a burst of extremely cold Qi suddenly flew out from the sword aperture.
In an instant, the blue power turned into a physical sword, which was tightly held in his right hand.
Nangong Bingning's slender wrist shook slightly. She poured a large amount of natal energy into the sword blade, and crystal blue ripples appeared in all directions, which was very mysterious!
Faced with the undisguised murderous intent, Ling Zhen put one hand behind his back, spread the other flat, and said with his chest raised: "You are a woman. Men should give way to women, so I will let you make the first move."
"See if I don't chop you into pieces today!"
Nangong Bingning shouted, holding the ice-blue sharp sword, she strode towards Ling Zhen, who was standing calmly on the spot.
She was filled with murderous intent and did not hide it at all. She spared no effort and handed out a sword.
When the sword intention comes out, the momentum is overwhelming.
The mighty waves are like angry waves crashing on the shore, and they are out of control!
The powerful sword energy had the power of a thousand troops to cut an formation, and it blasted towards the face of the eldest young master of Tianshen Villa.
Ling Zhen's legs sank, pouring a lot of power into his feet.
In an instant, his body shot up and flew upwards like a catapult.
Ling Zhen jumped into the air and avoided Nangong Bingning's sword move!
Nangong Bingning continued to attack fiercely, the sword turned into an arc, and quickly swept towards Ling Zhen's waist.
It seems that he is going to kill his fiancé in half with a sword!
This time she felt satisfied, Nangong Bingning had full confidence and could succeed with one move.
Four years ago I could have won.
Today, four years later, I have become stronger, and my opponent does not have a natal sword yet, so I think I can win more easily!
Unfortunately, she seriously underestimated the progress of her "fiancé".
Ling Zhenyu released his majestic Qi and floated into the air.
Miss Nangong's killing move missed again!
Ling Zhen temporarily hovered in the air, just like Da Luo Zhenxian, who was carefree and carefree.
Monks of the third level of Pingxu Realm and above can achieve such "magic skills" that are astonishing to heaven and humans by consuming their internal energy!
When the guest Nangong Hantian, who was sitting in the north of the ring, saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It turns out that Guizi has already reached the Pingxu realm, which is similar to my Bing'er realm."
Ling Pu, the king of Shenyuan Domain, had a leisurely attitude and said lightly: "The realms are similar, how about comparing them with others?"
Nangong Hantian looked at Master Ling Dazhuang next to him and was slightly startled.
In an instant, he heard his daughter's screams!
At that moment, a red light glowed between Ling Zhen's eyebrows, and a ray of red sword energy shot out.
Regardless of speed, he pierced Nangong Bingning's shoulder at once!
Bing Ning's father, Nangong Hantian, was immediately shocked. He turned his head and asked sternly: "Master Ling, didn't you say that your son is not a swordsman yet?!"
Ling Pu smiled slightly and pretended to be confused, "To be honest with Brother Nangong, I really didn't know that my son Ling Zhen had refined the sword of his destiny. It seems that he has deceived me as a father. ”
Just now, Nangong Bingning, a female swordsman from the Bingyou Tribe, tried to control the air and continued to attack in mid-air.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted his body, Ling Zhen's sword energy was shot out.
It was absolutely impossible to dodge, and the sharp energy penetrated the right shoulder just like that!
Nangong Bingning, whose blue shirt was soaked with blood, endured the pain and had no choice but to return to the stage. She raised her head, her eyes full of anger, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Ling Zhen! How dare you lie to me! You clearly have If you have mastered the natal sword, why do you say you are not a swordsman yet?!"
Ling Zhen was suspended in mid-air with a very "innocent" expression on his face. He spread his hands and responded downward: "Did I just say that I was not a sword cultivator? Why don't I remember?"
Nangong Bingning's eyes turned red, like an angry little beast.
Ling Zhen smiled, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "Miss Nangong, are you just pretending to be a fool? Do you believe anything you say? I'm pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, I'm just lying to you, but you actually take it seriously. It's really stupid. It has to be a little cute!”
Nangong Bingning had never suffered such humiliation in her life, and she was extremely angry. She shouted loudly: "See if I don't destroy your life sword, and beat all the muscles and veins in your body to pieces!"
The natal long sword in Nangong Bingning's hand became dazzling in the blink of an eye, transforming into the shape of a gaseous true dragon.
It was an extremely realistic, even the dragon's horns, whiskers, etc. were clearly visible. It was a marvelous, congealing blue giant dragon!
The injured Nangong Bingning tapped her foot lightly, and her slender body immediately jumped into the air.
Squeezed into the translucent dragon body.
Her slim body seemed to have become one with the giant dragon at this moment!
Ling Zhen knew that this was the magical power of Nangong Bingning's natal sword "Frost Dragon".
Seeing it with my own eyes again after four years. That overwhelming pressure, which can be described as overwhelming, is stronger and stronger than before, and it has reached a higher level!
Nangong Bingning was surrounded by the vast cold light, driving the crystal blue dragon transformed by her own sword energy, and rushed towards Ling Zhen hovering above.
The momentum of the divine dragon is extremely strong, and it is unstoppable!
The young master of Tianshen Villa was not afraid of this battle.
That's it?
After four years of seclusion and refining, he had gone through all kinds of hardships and had already made Ling Zhen's Taoist heart as solid as a rock!
It's just a "long worm", why should we be afraid?
Ling Zhen's eyebrows were filled with fire.
A ball of blazing fire, in the shape of a three-foot long sword, emerged from the sword's orifice.
The fire sword suddenly turned into a giant statue in the form of a fire spirit knight!
In the hands of the "Knight", he holds a terrifying blade with billowing flames. Like the flaming war god coming to this world!
The aura greatly suppressed the frost dragon. Nangong Bingning's natal sword transformed into a dragon, with unparalleled power. When ordinary monks see it, they will be so frightened that they want to kneel down!
And Ling Zhen looked down at this "beast" with nothing but endless contempt and disdain.
Four years have passed, and the distinguished eldest lady of the Nangong family no longer has the qualifications and ability to rival him!
boom!
The giant dragon made an astonishing charge, but was blocked by the Fire Knight's horizontal sword.
"The name of my natal sword is 'Fire God'. As you can see, my magical power can summon an entity similar to the body of the Yang God."
Ling Zhen said in a shocked voice, "Nangong Bingning, I haven't seen you for four years. Your progress is really pitiful. Someone who grows up so slowly is not qualified to be my wife!"
These words correspond to what Nangong Bingning said four years ago - "A guy who is not even a swordsman is not worthy of being my husband!"
The giant spirit knight transformed from the Vulcan Sword held the sword in both hands and raised it high.
The red flame blade was accompanied by the roar of the wind.
The sword fell and slashed towards the frost dragon!
Shenlong opened his mouth and bit the giant fire sword.
The sword in the knight's hand is about to slay the frost dragon.
The two dharma images are wrestling with each other, their true energy is fighting, the light is shining brightly, soaring straight into the sky!
Seizing this opportunity, Ling Zhen swept forward at the speed of wind and thunder, shortening the distance between him and Nangong Bingning. He handed out a palm.
Ling Zhen has "a body of innate enlightenment" and can master any technique at a glance!
This powerful and powerful palm technique was exactly the sinister martial arts used by Nangong Bingning to wound him four years ago.
Today, use his way to repay his body!
Nangong Bingning was trying his best to control the attack of the Red Flame Fire God Sword, and had no time to pay attention.
In fact, even if she had the energy to take care of it, she would not be able to dodge Ling Zhen's palm because it was too fast!
Exactly the same way her fiancé lost four years ago.
Nangong Bingning was hit in the chest by this palm, causing severe internal injuries, which immediately damaged the tendons, bones and organs!
The brilliance of the ice-blue dragon transformed from the frost dragon was significantly attenuated.
Compared with Ling Zhen's huge dharma that was blazing into the sky, the light of the sword energy became weaker and weaker.
The majestic light of the blazing fire spirit is particularly domineering.
A sword-wielding knight who is truly worthy of the supreme reputation of the "God of Fire" can crush and kill everything!
How can the shining fire compete with the sun and the moon? !
The giant frost dragon was in extreme pain and let out a dying cry.
Ling Zhen took advantage of the victory and launched another fierce kick.
Nangong Bingning was unable to defend herself and was kicked in the lower abdomen, which caused even greater injuries. She was kicked so hard that she vomited a large mouthful of thick blood!
His body flew out and hit the ground involuntarily.
Nangong Bingning's delicate body suddenly fell into a deep pit in the ring!
The translucent dragon body was shattered, and the condensed frost dragon's sword energy could no longer be gathered together and scattered in all directions.
Wisps of blue and cold air, like poor and ridiculous bereaved dogs with nowhere to go!
Nangong Hantian, who was wearing a blue robe, was very anxious and rushed to the ring quickly.
When he came to his daughter Nangong Bingning's side, he knelt down on one knee and helped up his beloved daughter who was seriously injured. He asked anxiously: "Bing'er, how are you?!"
Nangong Bingning leaned in her father's arms, blood gushing from her mouth, and whispered extremely weakly: "Dad, I lost..."
Ling Zhen put away the "dragon-slaying" Vulcan statue, then reached the ground from a high place and came to the side of the alien father and daughter of the Nangong family.
After standing still, he did not lean forward and looked at Nangong Hantian and Nangong Bingning from a condescending perspective.
Ling Zhen asked with a smile: "Uncle Nangong, can our two families discuss breaking off the engagement?"
