Liufeng experienced the tragedy of Beixuan Sword Sect's destruction, and there was a deep anger in his chest. At this moment, with Liao Jie's provocation, it completely exploded.
The sword intent circulated, and a terrifying aura instantly filled the entire atrium.
As Liufeng, who is at the pinnacle of the Guanshan Realm, and especially a swordsman, the challenge of crossing the level is not a problem. However, Liao Jie, as the first family of the Liuyun Kingdom, and at a young age, has already broken through the Mountain-Building Realm and is a genius. When the two collided, even the prince wanted to get a clue.
Yang Ning's eyes were blood red, and there was a faint murderous intention, but Yang Ning did not take action directly, because although he could not bear such anger, Liu Feng and the others needed this vent even more.
Liufeng didn't hide anything and directly drew out his spiritual sword.
The spiritual sword emits light blue light, and the sword intent is permeated. Countless lightsabers circulate in the two-foot space around the body, and the heart-stopping power is firmly locked on Liao Jie.
"You deserve to die for slandering the Beixuan Sword Sect." Liufeng's eyes were fierce and bloodshot.
On the side, Jun Yuyu looked at Liao Jie opposite and said, "Senior brother, I must knock him down in a moment." Jun Yuyu was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and this man also despised Beixuan Sword so much. Zong, with Jun Yuyu’s fiery temper, naturally did not intend to let him go.
"Smelly..." The words stopped abruptly.
Liufeng's sword has already moved.
The spirit sword groaned softly, and Liufeng stabbed with the sword.
Liao Jie seemed to be well prepared. With both hands, he unfolded the body-protecting energy of the Mountain-Building Realm expert. At the same time, a trace of contempt flashed across his face, and the Weeping Dust Bead came out of his hand.
The speed was extremely fast, and an arc of light streaked through the air, like a meteor, and it instantly arrived at the tip of Liufeng's sword.
Ding!
A crisp sound echoed throughout the atrium.
Liu Feng took a few steps back.
"Trash, no wonder you let others destroy your clan." The smell of contempt, the weeping dust beads swirled in the air, following the owner's mood, seeming to be scorning Liufeng.
Liufeng snorted coldly, flipped the sword light, let out a long drink, rushed the sword intent, and attacked again.
Liufeng's sword intention has reached perfection. Although he has not reached the peak, it is rare to be able to reach perfection at such an age. The light blue sword intention fills the sword body, and the sound of breaking through the air passes, leaving behind A light blue flame.
"I don't know what's good or bad." Liao Jie snorted softly, curled her fingers, controlled the Weeping Dust Bead, and rose up in the air.
"The radiance of Weeping Dust, the pearly light falls, and the fertile fields are filled with frost." The prince murmured to himself, staring at the Weeping Dust Bead floating in the sky, and revealed the essence of the Weeping Dust Bead.
Like frost, it enveloped the entire atrium.
"Break it!" Liu Feng felt a faint chill. Although he was not affected by the cold due to his sword intention, such an influence sometimes had no intention of affecting the entire battle, and Liu Feng didn't want to give the other party any chance. .
"Weeping Chenshuang." Sure enough, Liao Jie still used the power of the Weeping Chen Pearl to cover the Liufeng with the frosty air. At the same time, he kept tightening his fingers, as if he had completely wrapped it in the Liufeng and could handle it at any time.
"If a disciple of the Beixuan Sword Sect has this kind of ability, it would be fitting for him to be exterminated." Liao Jie's voice was full of sarcasm, and Liu Feng felt as if his face was being slapped on fire.
However, as the pinnacle spiritual weapon of the Weeping Dust Bead, he could not break through it for a while.
Moreover, this bead seems to have the ability to lock itself. Regardless of its changing position, it can always lock itself in an instant. Liufeng always has a feeling that it is powerful and has nowhere to go.
The prince who was watching the battle had a sinister smile in his eyes. Although the prince was very dissatisfied with Liao Jie's performance today, I am afraid that more of it was tacit approval.
Not far away, Yang Ning saw the change in the prince's expression, and his mind was spinning. He didn't expect that the prince of Liuyun Kingdom was so deep. Thinking about all the rumors in the past, he thought to himself: "People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. It seems that This prince, even if the second prince had not taken refuge in the Demon Sect, would probably not be his match."
But the thought flashed past, and Yang Ning quickly returned to reality. Yang Ning didn't want to know more about the royal family, nor did he want to get involved.
At this moment, Liu Feng was finally suppressed to the extreme and broke out completely.
The spirit sword roared like a dragon, spinning in front of his chest.
"Senior brother..."
Jun Yuyu didn't expect that Liufeng would actually use this sword.
The Furious Sword is the sword technique of the Beixuan Sword Sect. It can anger all things with one sword and smash everything into pieces.
Yang Ning was even more aware of the power of this sword. Using boundless anger to turn anger into a sword was very domineering. Even Yang Ning had to endure a lot of hardships at that time.
But Yang Ning didn't expect that Beixuan Sword Sect or Jun Yuyu would be so important in Liu Feng's heart.
In fact, Yang Ning really can't understand this. After all, the plots of Yang Ning and Liu Feng are completely different for Beixuan Sword Sect.
Liu Feng grew up in Beixuan Sword Sect. Beixuan Sword Sect was his home for him. Now his home is gone. As Liao Jie said, Liu Feng has become a wandering spirit. Moreover, someone is slandering Beixuan Sword Sect at this moment. You can imagine the anger in Liufeng's heart.
A light blue lightsaber gradually changed color, like a flame, raging with rage.
"Is this your ultimate move?" Liao Jie chuckled, and the Weeping Dust Pearl returned to her chest, blooming with a faint frost, and protecting her body with Gang Yuan. She felt a little more serious in her heart.
Regarding the Furious Sword, as the number one family in Liuyun Kingdom, he naturally knew something about it, and the information about the Furious Sword suddenly came to his mind. Soon, Liao Jie had a pretty good idea.
Angry Sword, gather all your cultivation skills, use anger to strike the sword, and strike with all your strength.
Liao Jie spins the Weeping Dust Bead, and endless frost covers her body.
"Angry sword?" Liao Jie struck out with a provocative look.
"Humph!" Liufeng snorted coldly, and the sword light followed him like a shadow, instantly piercing the air.
Huhu...
The entire atrium was covered by the anger of this sword, and even the bluestone tiles on the ground were lifted up.
A straight stab.
Liao Jie jumped up and flew flat, using the Weeping Dust Bead as a cover to attack with an angry sword.
boom!
There was an explosion.
Two completely opposite forces, one fire and one cold, one anger and one frost, collided together.
Ripples rippled throughout the entire atrium, nearly ten feet away, with astonishing destructive power, causing the flying bluestone bricks to instantly shatter.
The spiritual power was so violent that a rockery suddenly turned into powder.
Liu Feng backed up, blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth. Liao Jie's eyes were solemn, and paleness flashed across his face. At the same time, the Weeping Pearl in front of him was crumbling, and there was a faint feeling that he was out of control.
"I never imagined that the wrath of the Raging Sword could reach such a level." The prince stabilized his body and marveled.
Yang Ning was stunned and couldn't understand at all. The prince came forward at this moment. Could it be said that all Liao Jie's actions just now were under the instruction of the prince?
Yang Ning thought of this, and a chill flashed in his eyes.
"Hmph!" Liufeng patted the dust on his body and his eyes fell on Liao Jie. It was obvious that he did not intend to let Liao Jie slander the Beixuan Sword Sect, even if the prince came forward at this moment.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Liao Jie turned around, knowing that the Crown Prince's appearance at this moment meant that today's temptation was over.
"Yes." The prince nodded.
"flow……"
"Wait a minute!" Yang Ning took a step forward, her eyes blood red.
"You rest first." Yang Ning walked to Liu Feng and said softly.
Liufeng took a deep look at Yang Ning and already knew what Yang Ning meant from Yang Ning's eyes.
"Liao Jie, right?" Yang Ning's tone was cold, and her eyes shot out two rays of light, looking directly at Liao Jie.
"Who are you? How dare you provoke His Highness the Crown Prince?" Liao Jie looked at Yang Ning coldly and suddenly realized that the person in front of him felt dangerous.
At the same time, he turned his eyes and glanced at the prince, only to find that the prince was also a little surprised and was staring at Yang Ning.
"It doesn't matter who I am. The key is that it won't work if you insult Beixuan Sword Sect." Yang Ning didn't want to use the topic as a pretext, but when he thought of Liao Jie's action today, it felt like a conspiracy, and he felt very uncomfortable. Especially someone who uses the reputation of Beixuan Sword Sect to slander the disciples of Beixuan Sword Sect here.
Liao Jie turned around, stared at Yang Ning, and returned the Weeping Pearl to her hand. She thought to herself that she had the prince's support. Even though he seemed dangerous to others, why should she be afraid of him? At that moment, relying on her courage, she coldly He said in a loud voice: "I was insulted, what are you going to do?"
"No, but you have to leave something behind." Yang Ning's voice was indifferent, and there was still no breath in his body. He seemed to say it casually, but any thoughtful person could see the smell of gunpowder contained in these words. .
"Yang Ning..." Feng Feiyang called softly.
But Yang Ning didn't react at all, seemingly not paying attention to Feng Feiyang's reminder.
"Leave something behind? Don't you think..." Before Liao Jie could finish speaking, he heard the prince behind him speak.
"My dear friend, I wonder if you have any dissatisfaction with this prince..."
"Your Highness, I don't want to understand, and I won't understand, but as Liufeng said just now, anyone who slanders Beixuan Sword Sect should die." Yang Ning's eyes were full of murderous intent, and coupled with the blood-red eyes, there was a sense of murder. A palpitating feeling.
Yang Ning took a step forward and his eyes fell on Liao Jie.
"What on earth do you want to do?" the prince asked, and at the same time he moved forward involuntarily, blocking Liao Jie.
Liao Jie's actions today were indeed his own instructions. On that day, the leader of the Liuyun Kingdom sent himself and Prince Ning to assist the Beixuan Sword Sect. It was out of politeness that he invited several of their disciples from the Beixuan Sword Sect.
Today, the disciples of the Beixuan Sword Sect came to the door. The prince also wanted to test the strength of the disciples of the Beixuan Sword Sect. After all, in two days, the six major colleges of the Great Qin Empire will recruit students, and there are only a few places in Liuyun Kingdom. Even for His Highness the Crown Prince , as the only heir to the royal family, the number of places in his hand is limited, and he does not want to waste the extra places.
But at this moment, the prince felt a little regretful, because the eyes of the man in front of him were so captivating, and there was a feeling that made the prince's heart palpitate.
"I don't want to do anything." Yang Ning's tone was indifferent, still without any expression, and took the second step.
"Then let's be like this. I will carefully consider the quotas for several people in the next two days. Everyone has come from afar, please go down and rest." The prince said, as if he had issued an eviction order, and took Liao Jie with him, wanting to Walk towards the second hall.
"Wait a minute." Yang Ning took another step forward. She looked plain in her green shirt. Except for the blood red in her eyes, there was no change.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can go back, but Liao Jie must leave his things behind." The voice was still calm, but it was already on the verge of breaking out at any time.
"What did you leave behind?" The prince did not look back and now stepped onto the steps of the second hall.
"Head!" There was no hesitation. It seemed to be casual, but the words were shocking.
"presumptuous!"
"snort!"
"Are you challenging this prince?" The prince turned around and stared at Yang Ning. His anger spread and locked onto Yang Ning.
