This battle is not over yet. They all know that only one person can get out of this Zhenming Lake and become the final winner.
Ning Chuan clenched the knife in his hand and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His face was solemn, and the contempt in his eyes was gone.
He knew that if he was careless today, he might not be able to get out of here.
He pondered for a moment and then slowly uttered a sentence: "You are very strong. Perhaps only the top ten monsters in the Divine Mansion's list of gods can defeat you."
Zhou Qiankun remained silent. He came here just to kill people.
Ning Chuan added: "But so what? If you can't kill me, if you continue to fight, both sides will be injured. And you are facing the pursuit of the entire continent. I don't need to say more about the consequences of your injuries, right?"
Ning Chuan's tone was solemn, as if for Zhou Qiankun's benefit, he advised: "You and I each take a step back, and I will never get involved in the dispute over artifacts. How about that?"
He was scared. Zhou Qiankun was too strong, which made him fearful.
At this moment, Zhou Qiankun is only in the middle stage of the Divine Palace. If he reaches the late stage of the Divine Palace, he will definitely be on an equal footing with those monsters in the top ten of the Divine Palace.
The sword in Zhou Qiankun's hand trembled slightly, and then an extremely strong murderous intent erupted.
"Have you finished talking? That's it, let's get on the road."
His voice was emotionless, which made Ning Chuan's heart sink.
He knew that for today's battle, someone might have to stay in Zhenming Lake.
Ning Chuan's eyes darkened and he held the knife in his hand tighter.
"Okay, okay, Zhou Qiankun, don't think that I really can't deal with you!"
Zhou Qiankun's face was still cold, but his sword let out a sword cry, and then thrust out with the sword.
"I am undefeated as a prodigy in a hundred battles. I can kill all enemies in the world with one sword! I am undefeated with the sword's will!"
Ning Chuan jumped up, his aura surged, and a domineering sword intent emanated from him, covering the entire Zhenming Lake.
The water in the lake was instantly evaporated by the sword intent, and a vacuum zone was formed above the lake.
Ning Chuan's sword became even more fierce, as if all his fighting spirit and determination were condensed.
"Zhou Qiankun, if you can take my sword, you will win!"
Ning Chuan's voice echoed in the air, and his knife struck Zhou Qiankun fiercely.
At this moment, the entire Zhenming Lake trembled, and the lake water was separated by the sword energy, forming a vacuum zone hundreds of meters long.
Zhou Qiankun's face was solemn. He did not retreat, but rushed towards the overbearing sword.
"Yin and Yang are frosty and snowy for thousands of years, but Wuji's sword will cause eternal sorrow!"
Zhou Qiankun shouted low, and the sword in his hand instantly became black and white, and a force of yin and yang flowed around him.
His figure was like the wind, his sword skills were like water, and he met Ning Chuan's sword at an extremely mysterious angle.
The sword energy and the sword energy merged in the air, bursting out with bright light.
Under the impact of this force, the lake surface exploded instantly, and countless lake waters rose into the sky.
Both of their bodies were submerged in the water, and the outside world could no longer see clearly what was going on inside.
Only deafening roars were heard, the surface of Zhenming Lake continued to explode, and huge waves of air surged out of the lake and shot straight into the sky.
At this moment, everyone on the shore of Zhenming Lake held their breath and concentrated. They knew that the result of this decisive battle was about to be announced.
After a long time, the lake gradually calmed down, and two figures flew out of the lake and landed steadily on the lake.
Ning Chuan's clothes were torn, his body was injured in many places, and his face was extremely pale.
Zhou Qiankun stood on the lake, still wearing white clothes.
Ning Chuan was completely desperate. He didn't expect that even with all his strength, he couldn't hurt Zhou Qiankun with his sword.
Everyone on the lakeside was shocked.
They didn't expect Zhou Qiankun to be able to defeat Ningchuan, the Hundred Battle King.
In an instant, there was a sound of inhaling, and everyone retreated a hundred feet away. Zhou Qiankun's momentum made them breathless.
A sword was swung out, a human head fell to the ground, and a soul collapsed.
Zhou Qiankun walked away in a puff of his sleeves, his white clothes stunning the years.
No one dared to stop him, they could only watch him leave.
After a long time, there was a sigh from the lakeside: "Zhou Qiankun appeared and powerfully killed the Hundred Battle King Ningchuan who was twenty on the Divine Mansion Ranking. The mainland is about to change."
Everyone understands that Zhou Qiankun's strength has taken this artifact dispute to a new level.
Those below the top thirty on the Divine Mansion’s list of heavenly beings are no longer qualified to die.
The wind blowing gently by the lake took away Ning Chuan's blood and the cruelty of this battle.
Zhou Qiankun's figure has disappeared into the distance, leaving only shock and silence.
There was deathly silence beside Zhenming Lake.
Those strong men who were determined to obtain the artifact all chose to remain silent at this moment.
They looked at the blood on the lake and were filled with fear.
Zhou Qiankun's strength has completely exceeded their imagination.
"Is this Zhou Qiankun's strength?"
Someone murmured in a low voice, their voice full of awe.
"Zhou Qiankun, is he really only in the middle stage of the Divine Palace? His power is already so terrifying without using the divine weapon. If the divine weapon is used, only heaven and humans can fight."
Some people can't believe it, such strength is simply unbelievable.
The people at the lakeside retreated one after another. They knew that this artifact battle was no longer something they could participate in.
They need to go back and tell the major forces on the continent the news, letting them know that Zhou Qiankun's appearance will change the pattern of the entire continent.
The death of the Hundred Battle King Ningchuan, all of this, is announcing to the world that a new legend is rising on this continent.
And that man with white clothes like snow and sword energy like frost is the new legend - Zhou Qiankun.
In the Divine Sword Sect, Dugu Xiaolang was shocked for a long time when he heard the news about Zhou Qiankun's killing of Ning Chuan.
After a long time, he took out a breath and laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, you are worthy of being my brother, Dugu Xiaolang, so majestic, so majestic!"
In Yaochi, Qingyao crushed the talisman in her hand and raised a warm smile on her lips.
"This guy is getting stronger and stronger."
She knew that a large part of the reason why Zhou Qiankun took the risk to fight Ning Chuan was because of her.
Although she was moved, she was a little worried.
"This guy is really motivated. Don't you know that the entire continent is looking for him?"
Qingyao shook her head and took a step forward.
"Holy girl, where are you going?"
Lu Miaoyan's voice sounded.
Qingyao smiled lightly and said: "The place where Taicang is located is Cangyuan Mountain."
Lu Miaoyan shook her head slightly and said: "Don't be impulsive this time, there are not so many green wood vines in Yaochi."
Qingyao smiled but did not answer.
On the border of Dachu, Chu Liuli and King Luan of Chu returned from Haigan Kingdom.
Chu Liuli was slightly stunned when she heard the news that Zhou Qiankun had killed Ning Chuan.
"What is this guy doing?"
Chu Liuli is extremely sensitive, and he knows that Zhou Qiankun will not do meaningless things.
But the fog in front of her eyes was too thick and she couldn't see clearly.
