Since the opening of the King's Palace, Yang Zhen has been occupying the first throne. No one dares to challenge him. Cang Lan's hegemonic body is powerful and well-known, but this moment, it is different.
Because someone finally walked towards the first throne.
"I don't know how high the sky is, but I dare to challenge him." The genius of Qinwu Academy was not angry, because the genius of Liangzhou outside Surabaya was too arrogant.
Moreover, in their hearts, although Yang Zhen is not the number one on the Qin Wu Ranking, he is no different from the number one on the Qin Wu Ranking. It will be a matter of time.
"Maybe I'll be beaten so hard that I don't even know my mother." He spoke ruthlessly and began to curse directly.
The man in black didn't seem to hear him, and soon arrived a hundred feet away from the first throne.
Yang Zhen looked at this person's face through the barrier, but could only see the outline. However, Yang Zhen was not nervous, and his heroic eyes were rather eager and eager to fight.
"Really..." Qin Ningyi muttered silently. Although she wasn't too worried about Yang Zhen, she still had some concerns after all.
"We will definitely win." Qin Ningyi has strong confidence in Yang Zhen, even if the other party is extremely mysterious.
In the eyes of the Yuyin Divine Body, there was concern for Yang Zhen, or maybe there was still a grudge in her heart, but as she got to know him over the past few days, Yu Bing discovered that Yang Zhen was a heroic man, and with the help of the Canglan Tyrant Body, this magnanimity It is already lethal to many girls, not to mention that the two are already married, which attracts Yu Bing even more.
The man in black advanced slowly and entered the barrier.
Yang Zhen stood up from the throne out of respect. This is etiquette and respect for the practitioners themselves.
"It surprises me that there is no arrogance at all." The man in black's words were still cold, and he walked slowly in the space of 100 feet, as if it was the back garden of his own home.
Yang Zhen didn't have any words. If he dared to challenge himself, he could already prove many problems. In addition, this person's pace was like taking a leisurely stroll in the garden at the moment, which was enough to show that this person was quite powerful.
Yang Zhen's body gradually became domineering and unparalleled, and his eyes became more solemn.
"Canglan Tyrant Body is well-deserved. It's a pity that meeting me will be your tragedy..." Sensing the unparalleled power, the man in black's eyes fell on Yang Zhen, and after looking at him for a long time, he said.
"Who are you?" Yang Zhen asked.
"You will know, but not now." With an arrow, Yang Zhen was shot directly.
Without warning, extremely fast.
"Huh!" Yang Zhen was a little angry. His divine body was not a secret among the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, but this person was very mysterious and he knew nothing about it.
However, this does not affect Yang Zhen's judgment.
Fang Tian held the painted halberd in his hand, and the sharp edge instantly turned into a sharp blade, facing the charging black shadow.
A spear suddenly appeared and was held by the man in black, as if he was charging into battle.
Ding!
The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn.
Two sharp points, the tip of the spear and the tip of the halberd, met in the air with perfect accuracy.
The unparalleled momentum instantly turned into a raging air wave that filled the sky, competing with the momentum of the man in black.
"Who is this person?" In the main hall, many geniuses from the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya were confused. Just the action just now made many people tremble.
"Senior Brother Tianmu..." Qiang Rong cast his gaze on Tianmu.
"This person's name is Mao Wufeng." Tianmu's face looked a little unnatural. Even Tianmu seemed to be wary of this person.
Qiang Rong had already seen this, otherwise Tianmu wouldn't behave like this.
"The spear has no peak, the spear has no peak..." Qiang Rong kept repeating the name, trying to remember it, but found that he seemed to have no memory of this at all.
"Yes, Mao Wufeng does not belong to any force. It is said that he is a genius who came out of a secret place. Since he was born, he has been fighting and struggling in life and death, which is why he has the strength he has today. "Tianmu explained.
It's okay not to say it, but as Tianmu spoke, everyone became more confused.
"Perhaps you don't know about Mao Wufeng, but he has a name. You must have heard of it." Tianmu's eyes were fixed on Mao Wufeng's figure.
"What's your name?"
Little King Leiyang couldn't hold it any longer. It seemed that the name of a person in his memory overlapped with that in front of him.
"It's him."
"Spear God." They almost said in unison.
Little Leiyang King finally recognized this person's name.
Tianmu also revealed the name of Mao Wufeng.
"It turns out to be him." Qiang Rong suddenly realized.
The Spear God is a legendary name, and outside of Surabaya, he is almost on par with the number one true successor of all the major forces.
This is the terrifying thing about this name, and the origin of this name is even more terrifying.
Mao Wufeng once participated in the battle between two countries. One man was among the two armies, and he achieved the record of killing ten thousand people with one spear. It was this battle that created the Spear God.
From then on, the world only knew about Spear God, but not about Spear Wufeng, but this did not affect his reputation at all. On the contrary, as his strength increased, he became even more terrifying.
From then on, a spear became invincible to all people in the world.
"Senior Brother Yang Zhen..." A genius from Qinwu Academy immediately became worried after learning the name of the Spear God.
Although Yang Zhen is domineering, the person who can kill thousands of people from the confrontation between the two armies is definitely not an ordinary person.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother Yang Zhen, you won't let us down." There are constant disputes among the six major colleges, and even among the major colleges, but at this moment, they are united to the outside world. This is a kind of unity and a kind of personal charm.
"I hope so," many prayed.
"Really, I believe you." Qin Ningyi and Yang Zhen were only separated by a hundred feet of space, and they could see their battle clearly.
In the space of a hundred feet, a spear and a halberd were all weapons of great openness and great strength. In addition, the strength of the two of them was extraordinary. For a moment, there was actually a pleasing feeling.
On the other side, Yang Ning had won nearly five games in a row and reached the 30th Baizhang Space. There was no joy in victory. Yang Ning's heart seemed to be as old as ever, and he was one step closer to the eternal sword heart.
The ambition to fight and the excitement of the heart never stop.
At this moment, Yang Ning was very tired, because the closer he got to the throne in front, the stronger he became, so Yang Ning's steps even slowed down a bit, but Yang Ning never gave up.
The heart of the sword grows in fatigue, and the road to strength transforms in battle.
Yang Ning embarked on the journey to the twenty-ninth throne.
Giving up has long been forgotten by Yang Ning. The sword needs to be tempered, just like people, only after experiencing hardships and ups and downs can they grow.
The killing sword was blood red, one hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, like coagulated blood, following Yang Ning's footsteps, it entered the space of a hundred feet.
"Come and fight!" Yang Ning said simply and with a solid heart.
"Are you tired?" In the hundred-foot space, this person seemed very surprised.
Yang Ning said nothing, only an indomitable momentum.
"It would be unwise to start a fight with me right now."
Yang Ning is like a sword.
"Since you have made up your mind, I won't be polite..." The other party directly took action. Ever since Yang Ning entered the Baizhang Space, the relationship between the two was destined to fight.
Yang Ning's steps moved slowly. Even though the palm power was already in front of him, it seemed that it was still very slow for Yang Ning.
Clang!
There was a crisp sound.
laugh!
Sword light shuttles.
The killing sword pierced the flesh palm.
The power of the palm is scattered.
"Ah... you... you..." With a quick flash, the person didn't react at all.
"If you lose, you have to admit it." Yang Ning's voice was calm, and all the sword-killing sharp edges had been gathered together and hidden in the scabbard.
"Yes, I lost..." He was a little disappointed. Although Yang Ning was already very weak, he still lost because of his arrogance and blindness.
"Don't be discouraged." Yang Ning walked out of Baizhang Space.
My heart is as solid as iron, my heart is as solid as rock.
Victory in every battle, one step closer.
But Yang Ning knew better that the remaining road would definitely be more difficult than the one he had already walked.
The twenty-eighth building has a hundred-foot space.
Although the Thunder Blade Tuoba Madman's blade was shattered, his ambition remained.
"Let's fight." Yang Ning was exhausted to the extreme, but Yang Ning clearly felt that as long as he survived this battle, he would be able to make further progress.
Only in the extreme realm can the swordsman continue to improve, and in the extreme realm is the real way to progress.
Yang Ning felt that she was one step closer to the extreme state.
"I know you." Yang Ning looked at the Thunder Knife. From Yang Pi, Yang Ning learned some information about Tuoba Madman.
"I have also seen your achievements..." Kuangren Tuoba was not nervous, because although his sword was cracked, the core of the sword was still there.
"What do you think?" Yang Ning's voice was a little weak, but he was like a sword.
"Your ambition is so great that it surprises me." Kuangren Tuoba was shocked by Yang Ning's ambition, but a sword intent emerged from his body.
There is never a winner between the swords, and there is always loneliness between the swords.
But what is going on between the two of them today?
"Your sword is broken. I'm exhausted. How about we have a literary fight?" Yang Ning couldn't hold his sword anymore. There seemed to be some kind of attraction between the swords.
"Wen Wu is the first, martial arts is second. Literary fighting is not advisable." Kuangren Tuoba refused directly and said: "Perhaps we can use tricks instead of cultivation and have a 'literary battle' with swords."
"Okay, it's a deal." Yang Ning agreed readily. Gradually, I came to know Tuoba Kuangren's character. Although this person belonged to outside the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, he was still an upright swordsman.
"Since you agree, then I will take action..." Kuangman Tuoba's sword is sharp, like the reappearance of a thunder knife.
The sound was like thunder, breaking through the air.
"Good sword skills." Yang Ning roared and pointed at a point. The sword was majestic and the thunder sword did not want to go up or down.
"Thunder is the pleasure, a long slash." Madman Tuoba's sword was as fast as lightning, and in a flash, it surpassed the sound.
The hundred-foot distance between the two people was instantly reduced.
"Seven-step killer sword!" Yang Ning showed off his best swordsmanship.
But as Yang Ning roared, Yang Ning finally became exhausted.
As if there was no time left in his body, there was only a firm belief - fight.
This is the most difficult time.
Yang Ning and Madman Tuoba seemed to be in the same boat, one was extremely exhausted, the other was wounded by a knife.
However, the battle continues.
boom!
The swords collided, and there may not be any violent collision in the space, but the two of them reached such a state with the power of pure artistic conception, which can already shame many geniuses.
"Good knife."
"Good sword."
The two of them spoke in unison, and actually felt a sense of sympathy for each other at this moment.
"Take another blow from me." Madman Tuoba wielded his sword like a frenzy.
"How about I take a stab at you?" Although Yang Ning was tired, her ambition resonated with the sword and she unsheathed it boldly.
"Draw the sword!" Yang Ning pointed to the sword and let out a bright sword light.
"Thunder brings pleasure, this is how life should be." Tuoba Madman's heroic spirit filled the clouds. Between the opening and closing of his sword, the thunder suddenly disappeared and fell from the sky along with his sword.
Tsk tsk...
In the sky, space is constantly being annihilated.
The artistic conception of the two people has actually reached such a state.
"horrible……"
"Swordsman and Swordsman, it's really a battle between the two of them..." In the hall, many geniuses were still paying attention to Yang Ning.
Victory in every battle is undoubtedly a feat, especially about the legend, which many people finally chose to believe. Otherwise, Yang Ning's behavior cannot be explained.
Clang!
A pair of fleshy palms actually left a metallic trembling sound in the air.
Thunder Knife versus Draw Sword Technique.
The hot flames lingered between the two people along with the terrifying artistic conception.
At this moment, the two secret explosions resounded from their bodies.
"Did you break through?"
"Did you have a breakthrough too?"
An insurmountable pleasure arose in the hearts of the two of them.
Swords fight, but there is love between the swordsman and the swordsman.
"happy!"
"happy……"
