"This is not a medicine to restore spiritual power at all, is it?" Jian Jue said coldly, his eyes as cold as poisonous snakes, staring at Jian Wuxiu.
"Tai Shang Elder, you must have read it wrong. It is for restoring spiritual power." Jian Wuxiu did not admit it, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking: "The medicine has been swallowed, can you still make him spit it out?" Jian Wuxiu is very confident.
In the center of the square, Yang Ning held the spirit sword in his hand, showing a fierce momentum, no less powerful than Zhao Chunlei.
"Fight." Yang Ning's face remained calm.
At this moment, Zhao Chunlei seemed to be a completely different person. The sword instantly turned red, like the scorching sun, emitting infinite heat, making the surrounding space almost burn.
Clang!
The sword made a sound.
Sonorous and powerful.
"So strong..."
"Senior Brother Chunlei, I'm afraid we are already very close to the mountain-building realm..." Jian Jiu said as he felt Zhao Chunlei's aura in the crowd.
"Senior Brother Chunlei, in order to participate in the five factions competition, you really sacrificed too much, otherwise you would have entered the mountain-building realm." A disciple next to him looked envious, with a hint of complacency, as if he was the one fighting in the middle. .
There is a rule in the Five Sects Competition that only cultivators below the mountain-building realm can participate.
This also restricted many practitioners. In order to become famous in Liuyun Kingdom, they had to suppress them repeatedly. However, this also brought many top masters to Liuyun Kingdom.
The deeper the foundation, the longer the road ahead. This is not a secret among practitioners.
"It finally begins." Jian Biyou let out a long breath, and was extremely surprised by Yang Ning's sword attack just now.
With one sword strike, he almost killed Zhao Chunlei instantly. Such strength should not be underestimated.
Fortunately... Jian Biyou was too embarrassed to think about it anymore. After all, they were the ones who were wrong in the first place. The dignified Beixuan Sword Sect actually kept his words to a Mountain Viewing Realm cultivator. He felt embarrassed just thinking about it.
Fortunately, the head master came forward, otherwise, today's situation would have caused shame to my grandma's house.
On the square, Zhao Chunlei's aura had become extremely violent, and there was even a hint of anger due to the movement of the sword.
It was anger coming from the bottom of my heart, burning in my heart and frightening.
"Angry Sword?" Jian Jue turned around and stared at Jian Biyou.
"Yes, Taishang Elder, Chunlei's cultivation is extremely high, and he is also the seed contestant of the Five Sects Competition, so I passed on the Furious Sword to him." Jian Biyou was neither humble nor arrogant, and had prepared a speech long ago, saying out.
"I hope that's the case." Jian Jue's words contained strong anger, as if he was affected by the angry sword.
In the square, anger surged to the sky.
"Yang Ning, you deserve to die." Zhao Chunlei grunted, and the sword was shocked. In an instant, the sword intention turned into the sea, surging and slapping like the anger of a wave.
What a strong swordsmanship.
Yang Ning did not dare to be careless. He felt that this set of swordsmanship had reached the Xuan level. With the sword across his chest, Hunyuan struck out boldly and faced him with a sword.
Clang!
The ground was shaking, causing countless ripples.
The spiritual power was vented everywhere, and a radius of fifteen feet became the world of sword intention.
The battle of a swordsman, especially a swordsman who has understood the connection, is so direct, without any fake movements, the sword points to the heart, just to kill and take the head.
The roaring waves are like a flash flood, plundering as much as they want.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Ning retreated three times in a row, and a stream of blood arrows sprayed out as if they had lost their aim.
"Senior Brother Chunlei, well done..."
"Brother Chunlei, come on..."
There were cheers.
Zhao Chunlei seemed unable to hear the sounds around him. He was so angry that the fiery red spiritual sword was more terrifying than the scorching sun, exuding a terrible temperature. His eyes were like an elf beating in the fire, and his mouth kept whispering. Roar.
The sound of the sword moved the sky, and there were faint bursts of howling fire.
"What a powerful sword technique." Yang Ning wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight, and looked straight at him.
At the same time, he also understood that the medicine Zhao Chunlei swallowed just now may be directly related to his current state.
The swordsman's most important thing in cultivating his mind is the cultivation of his mind, so it is very important to keep a calm mind at all times. But now, Zhao Chunlei has completely lost himself and is almost in a crazy state, and Yang Ning feels it even more clearly.
However, Yang Ning was not discouraged. The temporary gains and losses could not affect Yang Ning's sword intention.
The sword groaned, making a low sound, and the breath grew again.
Since you don't follow the rules, I don't have to worry too much.
Yang Ning roared.
Mountain beyond the mountain!
Three times the combat power.
At the same time, the other party was also roaring.
Mountain beyond the mountain.
The two of them entered a state of cross-level challenge at the same time.
In an instant, the sword intention in the center of the square was fully vented and sublimated, turning the space into a vacuum zone, with only the sword intention becoming the only one.
"The Furious Sword is the most powerful."
Zhao Chunlei roared angrily, his eyes were blazing red, he was like a furious King Kong, angry that Yang Ning had taken his place, and he was shouting for his own strength.
"How could it be the Raging Sword?"
"The Raging Sword is the secret skill of my Sword Sect..."
"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Chunlei would have already understood the Furious Sword. It's really amazing..." Jian Jiu also cheered, and at the same time he had a new judgment on Yang Ning's strength. No wonder Yang Ning refused his challenge that day, so that's what happened.
One sword, like wind and thunder, enveloped the entire square, as if only this sword was left, the fiery red sword, the sword that took people's lives.
"The art of sword drawing."
Yang Ning didn't hide his clumsiness and directly drew his sword.
There is no sound.
This is a sublimated sword, carrying Yang Ning's killing intent.
Since you don't follow the rules, I don't have to hold back for you.
Yang Ning had murderous intentions.
The sword is not as colorful as Zhao Chunlei's. It is just like a sword, but it contains real thunder and is very fast.
In the blink of an eye, he was greeted by a shocking sword.
boom!
Like a roar in the ears.
Deafening.
The entire front mountain was in turmoil and shaking.
The bluestone square under your feet is even more covered with cracks.
The surrounding Sword Sect disciples were even swept away by the ripples.
The disciple with sharp eyes and quick hands hurriedly used his sword to resist, but despite this, there were still bursts of shattering sounds.
Like a cannon roaring, like thunder deafening.
"It's so scary..." A disciple came to his senses and was the first to speak.
Feng Feiyang was also in the corner, watching the fight between the two and marveling at it.
As the swords collided, the two of them took dozens of steps back and stood facing the spring breeze, with solemn expressions on their faces.
puff!
puff!
After a while, the two of them vomited blood in unison, staining the bluestone beneath their feet red.
"Ahem..." Zhao Chunlei opened his mouth, burning like a flame, and there were even waves of heat in his voice.
"I have to say, you are indeed stunning, but don't even think about taking away my spot."
With the collision of the sword, Zhao Chunlei's mind gradually became clearer, but his eyes became even redder as they became clearer, like a pair of golden eyes, glaring at Yang Ning angrily, almost unable to suppress it.
"Let's fight." Yang Ning said nothing nonsense. Just as I had worried about at the beginning, what should come will eventually come.
My own mountaineering must have touched the interests of some people, and even because of this, even if I kill myself, it is not impossible, let alone a challenge from just a disciple.
Yang Ning had long been prepared, but because of the outbreak of heart-traveling poison, she had to refuse again and again.
Therefore, Yang Ning also set the date of the battle for today when he was able to take action.
Because in one month, there will be a big competition among the five factions, which is unreasonable.
"If you can block the next sword, let's go to the five factions competition..." Zhao Chunlei's voice was very cold, not like fire at all, but when the conversation changed, Zhao Chunlei's voice was mixed with anger, Like a tsunami.
"If you can't stop it, you will die."
The sword moves.
Nine days of resonance.
A sword comes from the sky.
The clouds were gathering, changing the trend of the weather in an instant.
"This is?"
"Wrathful Sword?"
"The real angry sword..."
Countless disciples exclaimed.
"No wonder Brother Chunlei is so confident. It turns out he has learned the last move of the Furious Sword."
"This is the roaring sea."
The clouds are like roaring sea water, rolling waves, noisy and uneasy.
"Jian Wuxiu!" Jian Jue was very angry, almost roaring.
"Tai Shang Elder." Jian Wuxiu raised his head and looked directly at him without flinching at all.
"You're fine!" Jian Jue gritted his teeth and wanted to slap him away, but finally held back.
Although Jian Jue has a high level of cultivation, Jian Wuxiu, as the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect, cannot just kill someone by himself.
The stakes are too high to be messed with.
Jian Jue's eyes were filled with anger, and the momentum soaring into the sky made people breathless.
The Raging Sword, the sect-suppressing secret skill of the Beixuan Sword Sect, and even the last move, Raging Sea, is close to the intermediate level of Xuan level. It is a killing move, and even reaches the point where the sword will see blood.
When a swordsman sees blood, he must produce human life.
Therefore Jian Jue was very angry.
"Tai Shang Elder, let's just watch quietly. After all, Yang Ning may not be defeated at this moment." Jian Wubo was on the side, making insinuations. Although he said this, anyone could hear the cynicism contained in it.
"Okay, very good." Jian Jue turned around, with a cold look on his face.
Jian Jue is a decisive person in killing, but just a few days ago, Jian Jue discovered a shocking secret, that is, Jian Wuxiu came down the mountain, and he was still in disguise.
This made Jian Jue feel a strong sense of uneasiness, but Jian Jue also wanted to see what Jian Wuxiu wanted to do.
Above the sky, dark clouds kept rolling, and thunder and fire kept emerging in the middle.
"Is it the image of heaven and earth?" Yang Ning seemed to be talking to himself. Even though he was drinking dozens of steps away, Yang Ning still felt the terrifying power.
"The angry sea is roaring." Zhao Chunlei roared, pointing his spiritual sword to the sky, triggering the thunder fire.
Sizzling...
The sky reverberated with tongues of lightning and fire.
Saying that the sword light guided him, he fell down.
"Is this the surging anger that turns into thunder and fire sword intent to kill the enemy?" Feng Feiyang stood in the corner, looking up at the sky, with deep fear in his eyes.
At this time, Liufeng came to the square and stared at Zhao Chunlei's sword, feeling uneasy in his eyes.
The thunder and fire were surging, rolling, and roaring.
Like a snake hesitating, like a dragon chanting endlessly.
"I can't take this sword." Even Liufeng, as the top disciple of Beixuan Sword Sect, felt his own shortcomings at this moment and accepted the disadvantage.
"This is the real coming of thunder and fire." Liufeng was worried about Yang Ning again.
"Senior brother, are you really unable to take it?" Feng Feiyang approached.
Liufeng shook his head.
But something happened that surprised Liu Feng.
"I believe him." Feng Feiyang was very confident, not even worried about Yang Ning. His face was still handsome, under the clouds, his clothes were as white as snow, with a smell of dust.
