As the saying goes: It takes a hundred days to break the menstruation and move the bones.
Although he is a cultivator, it takes time to recover from fatal death.
In the blink of an eye, it is spring when the ice and snow melt and flowers bloom.
A thriving atmosphere rushed to the earth, bringing vitality to the earth.
Due to the complex terrain of Shu, the breath of spring may be a little slow, but it is still full of spring.
Beixuan Sword Sect is a little busy due to the arrival of spring.
On the front mountain, there was a battle today, and almost all the disciples of the Beixuan Sword Sect gathered together.
Today's battle should have ended a long time ago, but because Yang Ning's body has not recovered, it has to be postponed until today.
The spring breeze blows by, bringing with it bursts of gentle breath, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
The square on the front mountain was surrounded by white clothes.
On the steps in front, important figures from the Beixuan Sword Sect were watching the battle. Because this battle was related to the face of the six of them, they were very concerned about it.
"Chunlei, remember, you must win." Jian Biyou ordered, and even gave Zhao Chunlei a jade bottle when others were not paying attention.
"Yes, Master." There was a hint of sinisterness in Zhao Chunlei's eyes. Dressed in white, under the spring sunshine, there is no comfort at all, which makes people shudder.
"Chunlei, don't let down your master's expectations." Jian Wuxiu also encouraged Zhao Chunlei, hoping that Zhao Chunlei could win this game.
Ever since Jian Jue returned, Jian Wuxiu seemed to be a completely different person. Especially after Yang Ning went up the mountain, his temperament changed drastically and he completely lost the aura of being the leader of Jian Jue.
"Uncle Master, I will not let Master down." Zhao Chunlei clenched his fists and glanced at the square below.
On the square, white clothes are everywhere, waiting for the battle to begin.
Because this battle is about a quota, a quota that will make Liuyun Kingdom famous.
Going further, the sea and sky are vast, nothing more than this.
The wind never stops, bringing vitality to the earth and gently blowing it.
"Why isn't Yang Ning coming?"
"Isn't it because he hasn't recovered yet?"
"Wouldn't that mean we're going to lose?"
After waiting for a long time, Yang Ning was still nowhere to be seen, and the disciples were talking quietly.
And in a corner, Feng Feiyang held the beauty in his arms, waiting quietly, not paying much attention to the comments around him.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.
"I'm coming……"
"finally come……"
Wearing a green shirt, he seemed to be incompatible with this world of white clothes. He walked very slowly, and even had a trace of whiteness on his face.
"It hasn't recovered yet?" Someone saw the clue.
"Perhaps Yang Ning thinks that he is defeated by Senior Brother Chunlei, so he doesn't want to delay it any longer and solve it as soon as possible so that Senior Brother Chunlei can prepare for the five-sect competition with peace of mind." Some disciples sarcastically flattered Zhao Chunlei.
"Maybe it's true." Many disciples agreed with this statement.
Yang Ning walked slowly, passed through the crowd, and came to the middle of the square.
"Are you finally here?" Zhao Chunlei walked down the steps and came to the opposite side of Yang Ning.
Yang Ning did not speak, and stood quietly with a wooden scabbard on his back and the Chengyi Sword, which made people jealous.
The Chengyi Sword has a symbol in the Beixuan Sword Sect, symbolizing identity. But at this moment, Yang Ning does not receive this kind of treatment at all. After all, his identity is there, and it is impossible to change anything because of a sword.
"You shouldn't have come." Zhao Chunlei was very direct, drawing his sword towards him.
"Let's fight." Yang Ning stood alone, not nervous because of the many people around him.
Although he has not recovered yet, Yang Ning does not want to drag this matter out.
It was said at the beginning that this battle should be over when the secret realm came out, but because of the outbreak of his own heart-changing poison, it was delayed again and again, and finally waited until today.
"Since you want to lose so much, then I will help you." Zhao Chunlei was not polite at all, and a breath exploded with all his strength, a breath of fire.
Zhao Chunlei was originally a cultivator at the peak of the Mountain Viewing Realm, and after such a long time, as a genius of the Beixuan Sword Sect, he could not stand still. He had already ignited the divine fire and tempered his body.
"So strong, I'm afraid Senior Brother Chunlei has already stepped into the mountain-building realm with one foot, right?" Some disciples guessed after feeling Zhao Chunlei's aura with doubts.
"Even if we haven't entered the mountain-building realm, we're not far away..." Some disciples nodded and cheered for Zhao Chunlei.
Clang!
Zhao Chunlei drew his sword.
The sword is a spiritual sword, a high-level spiritual sword.
"Draw your sword." Zhao Chunlei's face was a little distorted.
Ever since Yang Ning went up the mountain, Zhao Chunlei felt that his heart was in chaos, especially when he was deprived of his quota. Zhao Chunlei once became a demon, but later with the help of his master, he allowed himself to turn the demon into strength, and even used it to Ignite the divine fire, temper your body, and make great progress in your cultivation.
But the hatred for Yang Ning was still buried deep in my heart, and finally burst out at this moment.
"Draw the sword?" Yang Ning was slightly stunned and said calmly: "If I draw the sword, you will have no chance."
"Arrogant." Zhao Chunlei thrust his sword straight into Yang Ning's face, very fast and viciously.
Yang Ning turned slightly to let his sword strike the air, but Zhao Chunlei had to say that as a genius disciple, it was not a false promise. The sword failed, and he hurriedly turned around and stabbed Yang Ning's abdomen with the sword.
"Two swords." Yang Ning said lightly, with a sickly look on his face, he calmly avoided Zhao Chunlei's spiritual sword.
"Noisy." Zhao Chunlei snorted coldly. When he saw that his two swords could not hit Yang Ning, he angrily drew his sword and suddenly accelerated his feet. With the force of thunder, he slashed eight swords horizontally, completely blocking Yang Ning's movement.
The last sword in the middle, with a scorching aura, uses the fire of the soul to activate the spiritual power. The spiritual sword emits a light red sword intent and stabs forward.
Yang Ning hurriedly stepped back, taking nearly ten steps in a row, and then narrowly avoided a sword attack. He stood still on his feet, stared at Zhao Chunlei, and said: "Three sword strikes, it's time for me to draw my sword."
Yang Ning's whole aura suddenly changed, and a majestic aura radiated out with Yang Ning as the center.
"Are we finally going to take action?" Feng Feiyang stood in the corner, feeling somewhat familiar with Yang Ning's aura.
It is an aura that looks down upon everything in the world, an aura that desires to reach the top, and cannot be changed.
"Hmph! Pretend to be a ghost." Zhao Chunlei didn't take it seriously, and his breath changed accordingly. The sword came out like fire, and it was unbearably hot.
On the steps, Jian Wuxiu nodded, pointed at Zhao Chunlei in the field, and said: "Chunlei, this kid is not bad." There was a smile on his face, as if he had seen Jian Jue's deflated face.
"Chunlei has been working hard these past few months. He has worked hard for this spot." Jian Biyou expressed his merits for Zhao Chunlei and continued: "If allowed, Chunlei can definitely break through the mountain-building realm in the five factions competition. ." Jian Biyou's face was also extremely proud.
"You have a disciple like this, Bi You, you are indispensable." Jian Wuxiu seemed to have seen Jian Jue's bitter face, and said faintly in his heart: "Jian Jue, you shouldn't appear again, wouldn't it be good if you disappeared?"
A trace of evil flashed through the depths of Jian Wuxiu's eyes.
But the next scene made the entire square and even the people on the steps in disbelief.
Clang!
A sound like thunder woke everyone up.
Soon, it was almost to the extreme.
Only a flash of light was seen.
In an instant, like a flash flood, a sword shocked the world.
"Defeat me."
Yang Ning's voice sounded like a command and a prohibition.
Time seems to be frozen, and the picture is frozen.
A sword touched Zhao Chunlei's neck, with a touch of bright red on the tip of the sword.
A long time passed, as if an eternity had passed.
"How can it be?"
Zhao Chunlei felt the coldness of the sword, as if it had pierced his heart all of a sudden. It was very cold, and it felt like a chill in the heart.
"How is it impossible?" Yang Ning asked.
"Impossible, impossible, you cheated..."
Zhao Chunlei fell into madness. He lifted the sword against his neck with one sword and waved the spiritual sword like a madman.
"How is this possible?" Jian Biyou couldn't believe it.
"This..." Jian Wuxiu's face twisted, "Cheating?" Soon, Jian Wuxiu's face returned to normal and said: "Yes, it must be cheating, it must be like this."
Immediately, Jian Wuxiu said loudly: "Yang Ning, you are shameless, cheating in front of everyone."
Jian Wuxiu stood on a high point and used thunderous means to suppress it with one palm.
"not good."
Above the sky, a sword suddenly appeared, its light reaching into the sky.
"Jian Wuxiu, you are so presumptuous." Jian Jue suddenly appeared, split his palm and fell.
"He cheated..." Jian Wuxiu saw Jian Jue take action and knew that his little idea would definitely not work, so he could only bite the bullet and said coldly.
"Cheating?" Jian Jue turned around and looked at Yang Ning.
Jian Biyou had already come to Zhao Chunlei's side and controlled Zhao Chunlei for comfort.
"Yes, Yang Ning cheated." Jian Wuxiu pointed.
"Is that so?" Jian Jue turned back and looked at Yang Ning.
"No." Yang Ning was calm and understood the situation on the field clearly.
"Then let's compete." Jian Wuxiu was unwilling to give up, because the sword technique had not appeared yet, and there was still a chance.
"What do you say?" Jian Jue looked at Yang Ning. Jian Jue had just learned about Yang Ning's battle today and ran over. Because today's battle made Jian Jue feel faintly uneasy.
Sure enough, when he arrived, he saw Jian Wuxiu taking action angrily.
At the same time, Jian Jue secretly sent a message to Yang Ning, explaining the reason, hoping that Yang Ning could understand.
"Then let's have a competition." Yang Ning said loudly without saying much.
"Bi You, how are you?" Jian Wuxiu looked at Zhao Chunlei.
"It's all up to the master brother to make the decision." Jian Biyou winked at Zhao Chunlei.
"Okay, let's fight again." Jian Wuxiu said loudly, announcing the result.
Jian Jue, Jian Wuxiu and others retreated to the steps.
"You shouldn't have agreed to compete again." Zhao Chunlei had a sinister face, and his whole aura was changing subtly.
"It doesn't matter." Yang Ning's face was a little pale. It was obvious that the sword strike just now was not easy for Yang Ning.
"Hmph!" Zhao Chunlei opened a jade bottle and swallowed it directly before anyone could react.
"what happened?"
"Senior Brother Chunlei, what did you swallow?"
All the disciples in the square were discussing.
"What's going on?" Jian Jue didn't see clearly, but felt an uneasy aura.
"That's medicine to restore spiritual power." Jian Wuxiu explained hurriedly.
"Really?" Jian Jue's voice was a little cold. He raised his eyes and looked down the steps. Regarding Yang Ning, Jian Jue believed in him. Besides, what kind of trouble could happen if he was here? Liang and the six of them would not cause trouble. Come.
"Let's fight." The aura on Zhao Chunlei's body changed drastically with this swallow. It became manic, and a violent aura slowly emitted.
