With Yang Ning's identity exposed, this place seems to have become the center of the whirlpool in Kyoto.
In fact, even Confucian Shengyu once doubted whether Zhu Zhu had made a mistake. I am afraid that this kid is definitely not as simple as Zhu Zhu said, otherwise he would not have provoked the king-level figures from Yinfeng Valley to deal with him.
However, Confucian Shengyu, as a peak expert in the mountain-building realm and a king-level figure, didn't take it to heart yet.
Hiding in the dark, Ru Shengyu looked at Yang Ning and Yang Zhen who were still fighting not far away. The more he looked at them, the more frightened he became, because the fighting power of the two really surprised Ru Shengyu.
Those who are at the fourth or fifth level of the Mountain-Building Realm, facing the seventh-level Mountain-Building Realm, feel no pressure, and can even unleash killing power when they are free.
"These two people will grow up in the future, and it will be great..." Confucian Shengyu sighed.
At this moment, a powerful force swept across the entire long street, and a majestic force rushed towards Yang Ning and Yang Zhen.
"Noisy!" Confucian Shengyu's figure jumped out from the darkness and blocked the sweeping blow.
"A strong man at the ninth level of the Mountain Building Realm doesn't feel ashamed to attack two juniors." Confucian scholar Yu's gray clothes danced in the air without wind, condescending, his voice penetrated away, and he only ran towards the man in black at the end of the street. .
The man in black did not expect that there would be such a strong person secretly protecting Yang Ning.
This candidate king once participated in the battle of Liuyun Kingdom, but due to his identity, he never appeared in front of him. Although the words of the Nine Palace Envoys were very cryptic at the time, there seemed to be many Nine Palaces in that battle. Could it be that the person the envoy did not want to mention was the person in front of him?
No. He quickly rejected such an idea, because the aura of the person in front of him was only slightly stronger than his own, but it would not make the Nine Palace Envoys afraid.
The black-robed man's attack failed, and when he saw that the other party had discovered him, he immediately disappeared and blended into the bloody sky.
Because he knew that if he didn't take action, the opponent would probably not join the war because he was afraid of him. If he took action, he would be completely exposed to the blue sky and the sun. By then, wanting to kill Yang Ning would definitely become an empty talk.
Confucian Shengyu also didn't expect that the opponent could not succeed in a single attack and actually hid directly. This made him somewhat defensive. If he was hiding in the dark and took action against Yang Ning, if he succeeded, it would be a real disaster.
Therefore, he can only be on guard in case the other party takes action at any time.
Yang Ning and Yang Zhen had already unleashed their true fire at this moment. With one sword and one halberd, awe-inspiring killing intent and unparalleled fighting spirit, they enveloped the entire street. The powerful force did not give the other side any chance to breathe.
In Yinfeng Valley, for the two of them, they have sworn hatred and will never let them go easily.
Even the hundreds of lives in Yangjiacun can be counted on them.
The sword intent rolled. Compared to Fang Tian's painted halberd, the Killing Sword was even more brave. The power of the divine weapon became more terrifying as Yang Ning's cultivation became stronger.
"kill……"
The sound of killing shook the sky. On the street, no less than a hundred people from both sides had gathered. The messy fighting dyed the sky red.
The sky was stained with blood, and the bloody space became more and more intense.
Darkness is just the beginning of troubled times. Blood red has become the mainstream of the earth.
The entire Kyoto was filled with boiling blood.
No one knows when it will end. They only know that with Yang Ning taking the lead, the entire long street has become a ruthless meat grinder. More and more powerful people are gathering here, and more and more powerful people are gathering here. The blood flows from here.
The mountains and rivers have faded, the sun and the moon have lost their light.
The sky is dark, and in the slightly cool late autumn, there is no hope for the world.
This is an extremely desolate autumn.
It is an extremely bleak season.
The color of the world has changed, and ordinary people can't see any hope. Blood has flooded the entire Kyoto, and there is no peace anywhere.
Extremely miserable.
…
"Kill!" The strong man from Kamikaze Academy roared.
"Kill..." Although the women in Bingning Valley were somewhat uncomfortable, they finally raised their butcher's knives in the face of such brutal Yinfeng Valley disciples.
"kill……"
Shocked to the sky.
Every academy is the best among the best, and everyone's talent is among the best in the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya. Even so, facing Yinfeng Mie in Yinfeng Valley, there will still be many casualties.
"Jiejie..."
With dark smiles and bloody faces, the disciples of Yinfeng Valley are even more rampant, because Yinfeng Mie likes such geniuses the most. Every time he absorbs one, they will be greatly improved. Some people even make continuous breakthroughs in the battle.
"Kill!" undoubtedly made the six colleges even more angry.
"savage."
"I won't die a good death."
"..."
The insults continued, and the hatred for Shadow Wind Valley became even more intense.
…
"How are you?" Yang Ning beheaded a Yinfeng user, and fatigue began to appear on his face.
Yang Zhen's whole body was flashing golden, and Fang Tian's painted halberd was moving forward even more vigorously. In less than an instant, it could sweep across nearly ten feet.
However, the quality of Fang Tian's painted halberd is not as good as the killing sword. If it is ten feet away, it will encounter the stubborn resistance of the magic wheel.
However, Yang Zhen became more and more courageous as he fought, and his heroic spirit soared to the sky, forming a relative vacuum around him.
The catharsis of spiritual power is constantly lingering around. The whole street was filled with fighting spirit.
"It's okay." Yang Zhen replied simply. Cang Lan's hegemonic body became even more powerful with the blessing of Yang Zhen's Wushuang Jue.
"Wushuang——Rage." The flames swept across, burning up the surrounding ten feet of space.
Yang Ning took out nearly fifty holy crystals and sent them to Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was not polite and took it directly, took out two of them and stuffed them directly into his mouth.
With the replenishment of massive spiritual power, Yang Zhen's hair flew and he became more powerful.
The Wushuang Jue, which can be passed down by the Split Sky Family, is naturally a top-notch skill. Not to mention the Holy Crystal, even the real Divine Crystal can be used instantly.
Yang Ning also replenished his spiritual power. At this time, he was already in the center of the battle. The biggest need was to maintain his peak condition at all times, so as not to be destroyed in the chaos of the battle.
The magic wheel was speeding, and the entire long street was extremely dark.
"If you kill this kid, the Valley Master will give you a heavy reward." There must be a brave man under a heavy reward.
This sentence gradually spread with more and more Yinfeng Valley disciples here.
Although most of them are ordinary disciples of Yinfeng Valley, they have already realized the benefits of sucking blood as they have continued to suck in the past few months.
Everyone goes crazy, one after another.
The streets were already covered with corpses.
And here, it is the center of a storm, gradually spreading, the scope is getting larger and larger, and finally it includes half of the city.
"Hunyuan sword."
Yang Ning no longer knows how many times he has used this set of sword skills. In short, he has become numb. Every time he collides with the magic wheel, he will be mercilessly crushed, and the subsequent owner will be severely injured.
Then came a ruthless sword, ending his life.
No mercy, no sloppiness.
The most outrageous thing is that there is a small beast sitting on Yang Ning's shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Yang Zhen was stunned and shocked by Yang Ning's brain circuit.
"The little beast we got in that battle." Yang Ning explained casually. The magic wheel approached and was knocked away by a sword.
"Cow." Yang Zhen gave a thumbs up. Being able to remember a small beast in such a chaotic time was so heart-wrenching for Yang Zhen that he couldn't accept it for a while.
However, the scene that followed immediately stunned Yang Zhen.
I saw the soul of the dead under Yang Ning's sword, and the little beast that originally stayed on Yang Ning's shoulder, immediately opened its mouth, and a burst of flames passed through, and the body instantly turned into ashes.
"Where did you get this little beast? I want one too." Yang Zhen was stunned by the little beast's abilities and full of envy. Although he had witnessed the birth of little Qilin, the two separated immediately afterwards, so Yang Zhen was not familiar with little Qilin.
"Hurry up and fight." Yang Ning was too busy taking care of herself, and the Yinfeng Valley disciples rushed over one after another as if they were possessed.
The little unicorn looks like an elf in the dark night. The red hair all over its body seems to blend with the blood. If it weren't for the flames from time to time, it would be really elusive.
In fact, Yang Ning didn't want to summon the Qilin beast, but these Yinfeng Valley disciples were really crazy. Every Yinfeng Valley disciple who was killed would soon be sucked by other Yinfeng Valley disciples around him, because when a person just died, At this stage, the spiritual power in the body has not dissipated. At this moment, Yinfeng Mie takes action. Although it is not as obvious as a living person, it will always bring considerable benefits to the Yinfeng Valley disciples. Therefore, Yang Ning can only let the little Qilin take action. Kill the opponent at the same time, destroy the body and eliminate all traces.
With the addition of Little Qilin, a large space suddenly opened up around the two of them, and the swords and halberds became even more powerful.
"Is this?" A messenger stepped forward and discovered the figure of the little Qilin. Every time the little Qilin made a move, the corpses of the Shadow Wind Valley disciples did not even have time to fall to the ground.
"Holy beast?" The envoy seemed to recall the original battle, and his eyes under the black robe suddenly became sinister.
"Kill this beast for me." The messenger roared. The reason why the Shadow Wind Valley is powerful is that it is not only cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to itself. If all the disciples who died here were destroyed by the holy beast, then more of the Shadow Wind Valley Disciples will lose many opportunities for advancement.
As the sound dispersed, dozens of strong men above the third level of the Mountain Building Realm wrapped up the little Qilin.
The little Qilin, which was only over a foot long, was extremely flexible. When he saw many people surrounding him, he made a sound in his mouth: "Uh-huh-huh..." As if he was yelling, he jumped in the air and landed directly on Yang Ning's shoulder.
Immediately, Yang Ning was surrounded by many dark shadows.
"..." Yang Ning was speechless, these Yinfeng Valley disciples were so crazy.
The art of sword drawing.
Yinfeng Valley is not tolerated by the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, but it can still organize such a powerful force. Yinfeng Mie is one of the reasons, but more importantly, it is because it has no bottom line and does not even spare its own people.
It's all about strength.
This is the real root.
Following Little Qilin's action, many Yinfeng Valley disciples believed that killing Little Qilin was more important than the Valley Master's order.
A sharp sword intent swept across in an instant, drawing a circular arc around Yang Ning and spreading out.
This sword did not have much power. Yang Ning had no choice but to do this in order not to be surrounded by him.
However, this sword also achieved the results Yang Ning expected.
Sure enough, many Yinfeng Valley disciples followed the sword and could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
However, the sword intent has not dissipated, and the encirclement soon formed again.
"The wind formation, surrounded."
There was a sound, and magic wheels flew all over the sky, surrounding Yang Ning and Yang Zhen.
Nearly a hundred magic wheels roared, making the surroundings feel like hell.
"Fuck..." Yang Zhen was also shocked by such a scene.
terrible.
Such behavior is extreme.
"Wu Shuang - Anger." This was a trick that Yang Zhen had recently learned, but he had to use it at this moment.
Because if they were shrunk by the formation, he and Yang Ning might be torn into pieces by the magic wheel.
Yang Ning was also desperate, shaking the sword six times in his hand, and before it even stopped, it shook twice again.
Eight broken swords.
Yang Ning also understood the form and had a new understanding of the madness of the Yinfeng Valley disciples.
horrible.
Terrible enemies, crazy enemies, are the most dangerous.
