Yang Ning and Madman Tuoba, the swordsman and the swordsman, actually broke through their extreme realms at the same time, forming their own breakthroughs in their skills.
"I know that as long as you draw your sword, I will lose." Madman Tuoba pointed at Yang Ning's killing sword that was still in the scabbard. He also understood that even if his thunder sword was safe and sound, it would not be possible. Sword-killing opponent. Especially after Yang Ning killed the sword with his palm, he was even less likely to be his opponent.
Tuoba Madman is already happy to be able to break through.
"That's right, if I draw the sword, you will definitely lose." Yang Ning has broken through his own limit, and in a short moment, all his cultivation levels have been restored. This is the benefit of breaking through the extreme realm.
At this moment, Yang Ning has washed away all his glory and sublimated again in the extreme state.
Deep in Yang Ning's sea of consciousness, Xi Di Manzhu seemed to have gradually changed with Yang Ning's breakthrough, but Yang Ning didn't notice it at the moment.
"Do you want to continue?" Madman Tuoba's sword became sharper. Although he admitted that he was no match for Yang Ning, as a swordsman, he would draw his sword no matter what the predicament was.
This is another reason why swordsmen and swordsmen are powerful among practitioners.
"No need." Yang Ning retreated and drew his sword at this moment. With the momentum of the breakthrough, Yang Ning was afraid that he would not be able to hold back.
But there is no need to divide life and death between Madman Tuoba and himself.
"Okay." Madman Tuoba had vaguely guessed Yang Ning's plan, and then said: "It will be difficult, and there must be someone waiting for you in front, so be careful."
"I will." Yang Ning left his back, surrounded by sword intent, just wanting to snatch the body out. Yang Ning has tried his best to suppress it, but it is still inevitable that it will leak out.
Yang Ning walked out of the Baizhang space.
Such a result seems to be a little numb to the genius in the hall. Every time Yang Ning enters the Baizhang Space, he wins every time, but he does not occupy the throne, so there is only one explanation.
He went for the legendary true dragon energy.
"What a daring guy." Kuangren Tuoba was not discouraged by his failure. On the contrary, the breakthrough made him stronger.
However, I sincerely praise Yang Ning’s courage.
To challenge all the thrones by one person is equivalent to trampling half of the geniuses in Liangzhou under his feet. This courage and honor are enough to make him famous.
"I hope you can leave the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya in the future." Tuoba Madman stared at the barrier until Yang Ning's vision disappeared, and then he sat on the throne.
Yang Ning's challenge continues, the twenty-eighth king space.
In the first hundred-foot space, the battle between the two began completely.
Mao Wufeng does not have the domineering body of Yang Zhen Canglan, but the momentum of killing thousands of people is not inferior to Yang Zhen's unparalleled momentum. One spear seems to be integrated with his arm, and he has simply reached the state of doing whatever he wants. .
Clang!
The ear struck the spear tip, and sparks spattered across the space like a rainbow.
But there was no panic about the spear, and he stabbed directly with his backhand, and a dragon suddenly took off in the sky.
The sharpness in Mao Wufeng's eyes surprised Yang Zhen. After a brief defeat, he quickly made adjustments and counterattacked.
Yang Zhen was somewhat impressed, but hostility was hostility, not to mention that this Mao Wufeng was so arrogant that he even dared to despise himself.
Here, Yang Zhen became even more angry.
"Wushuang - Divine Anger." At this moment, Yang Zhen was a god.
Wrath represents the wrath of God.
On both sides of the halberd tip, the ears roared, and Wushuang's momentum was as powerful as breaking bamboo, charging.
At the same time, Yang Zhen's body rotated rapidly, like a real dragon, overturning on top of the body.
"Unexpectedly, this guy's divine body has actually reached such a state." One person stared at Yang Zhen fighting with stern eyes, a slight smile on his lips.
"Senior Brother Maha, can you beat me?" asked someone next to him.
"Yang He, what do you think?" Maha is the number one on the Qin Wu Ranking. In the same era, since Maha became the number one on the Qin Wu Ranking, he has only suffered one defeat, and that was at the hands of Tianmu.
However, this does not affect Maha's reputation. Except for Tianmu, Maha is still proud of the six colleges and the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
"I don't know." Yang He is not like a genius, he is ranked second in Qinwu Academy. You must know that Qinwu Academy is not comparable to Taiyi Academy. This is why the two of them paid attention to the first throne, but they have been waiting for a long time. There is no reason to take action.
Yang Zhen is from Qin Wu Academy. Even if they have this intention, there is no need to compete with their junior brother. And the second throne is occupied by Yang Zhen's wife. It is also difficult to take action, so both of them are waiting and watching. , but it’s different now.
The appearance of Mao Wufeng made the two of them ready to take action at any time.
Yang He and Maha, waiting for the forgetfulness to begin, had been in seclusion until the Mountain and River Map appeared, so they knew little about Yang Zhen, but the reputation of the divine body still made the two of them have an interest in Yang Ning. high recommendation.
However, Yang Zhen seemed to be able to emit such a powerful force in a short moment, which surprised the two of them.
"I hope junior brother can survive this." Yang He is a disciple of Grand Elder Wu Qing, so he naturally feels more for Yang Zhen.
"I hope so." Maha's eyes were cold, but the corner of his eyes kept glancing at one person.
"Are you angry?" Mao Wufeng's spear struck sideways and collided with Fang Tian's painted halberd. A steely voice echoed between the two.
The two of them were in pain. With the collision, they separated again.
The spear in Mao Wufeng's hand was dark, but it could be clearly seen that the spear seemed to be slightly bent between his hands holding the spear.
This was caused by the impact of the two people.
And between Yang Zhen's hands, there was a deep spear point on the halberd shaft.
Such an ambition to kill tens of thousands of people makes many people fanatical, but in battle, how many people can truly kill tens of thousands of people?
Very few people do it, and those who can really do it are those who are truly ambitious.
Mao Wufeng is such a person.
To kill thousands of people requires not only extraordinary strength, but also courage. To grow in the baptism of blood, to achieve a momentum transformed by blood.
This is why Mao Wufeng is called the Spear God.
Bloodshed and killing, combined together, created such a unique force that could actually compete with Yang Zhen's unparalleled force at this moment. This was the most powerful opponent Yang Zhen had encountered since he started practicing Wushuang Jue.
Yang Zhen's heart was surging, and his fighting ambition was rising.
"Wushuang - furious." Yang Zhen's momentum continued to rise, and his rage was more terrifying than divine wrath.
On Fang Tian's painted halberd, the flickering divine light gradually became brighter with the unparalleled momentum.
Fang Tian opened and closed the halberd, and a golden halberd formed on Yang Zhen's chest.
At this moment, Yang Zhen and Fang Tian's painted halberds merged into one, illuminating almost half a hundred feet of space.
"This move is not bad..." The spear in Mao Wufeng's hand gradually changed. It was a kind of bloody killing, and thousands of soldiers' souls were roaring.
Countless resentful souls let out shrill roars, and a spear instantly turned blood red.
"You have a divine body, and I will become a soldier's soul. Who is stronger or weaker is determined by this blow." Mao Wufeng's voice was no longer cold, but more enthusiastic. It seemed that he was going through a battle at this moment.
A battle galloping among thousands of troops.
Roar……
On top of the spear, it destroys everything.
In an instant, half of the sky was dyed blood red.
This is a battlefield.
And Yang Zhen is his enemy.
Yang Zhen roared, constantly motivating himself, and the angry divine radiance became more and more dazzling along with Yang Zhen's divine body.
Gold and blood red lit up the entire hundred-foot space, leaving no other colors.
The power of Ten Thousand Massacre was finally reflected at this moment.
The brilliance of the divine body was completely stimulated as Yang Zhen roared.
"Really, I believe you..." Qin Ningyi firmly believes that the man she likes is definitely the strongest, so what if he faces a massacre?
The spiritual power was rolling along with the momentum, and the sound of raging everywhere made the space of a hundred feet look like a real fight.
"ah……"
Yang Zhen's Fang Tian painted halberd finally moved, and people followed the movement of the halberd.
It's like a real blazing sun shining on the earth.
Like a rainbow piercing the sun, it struck across the sky, even facing half a blood-red 100-foot space, but it was still fearless.
"Ten thousand people are slaughtered, heroes among heroes." Spear Wufeng's spear also moved accordingly.
The two seemed to bring together two worlds.
Two completely different forces, but equally matched, behaved in the entire hundred-foot space.
As the body moves, it is like a long river that has stopped flowing, and is released in an instant.
Rumble…
The roar echoed continuously.
Both were concentrating.
The spears and Fang Tian's painted halberds flew hundreds of feet in an instant.
Golden light and blood red finally collided in the center of the hundred-foot space.
boom……
The entire hundred-foot space shook.
The main hall actually shook several times amid the violent impact.
"This... was caused by the collision between two people?"
"So... so... scary..."
There was actually a tremor in Tianjiao's voice.
Everyone knows that the Baizhang space and the main hall are integrated into one, but since entering the Fengwang Palace, everyone's battles have never had such horrific consequences.
Unexpectedly, the battle for the first throne reached such a terrifying level.
"You said, if you forget, you won't... you won't..."
"impossible."
"Although the strength of these two people is really amazing, Fengwang Palace can definitely resist." Among the geniuses, they have great faith in Fengwang Palace.
Gold and blood are still intertwined fiercely.
It was as if two long rivers were constantly merging, but each of the two long rivers carried their own surges, exploding continuously in the center of the entire hundred-foot space.
And at the center of the origin, the two faced each other.
The halberd kept bending under the impact of the spear's edge.
The spear kept twisting in Wushuang's charge.
A true match-up.
The blood potential and the unparalleled potential are clearly distinct from each other at the center of the origin, but they continue to impact.
Layers of ripples washed over the halberd tip and spear edge, spreading out in all directions.
Above the barrier, it was undergoing violent bombardment, and violent shaking was once again caused in the hall.
Yang Ning was just about to step into the twenty-fifth hundred-foot space, but stopped.
Stop and stare.
"I didn't expect that you have reached such a stage." Yang Ning did not sigh at the strength of Zhao Wufeng, but was surprised by Yang Zhen's growth. Yang Zhen possesses the Canglan Tyrant Body, which ranks third among the top ten divine bodies. This is the first thing Yang Ning saw after his rebirth. At that time, Yang Ning knew that Yang Zhen would definitely go very far in the future. , but I didn’t expect that, especially after combining with Yang Zhen and Yu Bing, it would be so fast.
Yang Zhen at this moment may have surpassed Split Sky of the same era.
Yang Ning's feet shook violently.
Yang Ning's eyes became tougher.
Because, at the same time, Yang Ning finally felt the pressure.
"Unexpectedly, the first pressure I felt after my rebirth actually came from my best friend." Yang Ning's voice was so low that only she could hear it. Veins suddenly popped out in the hand holding the sword.
The swordsman's heart ignited with fierce flames.
Yang Ning walked into Baizhang Space.
Yang Ning no longer cares about his journey of training and whether the legend about the real dragon he heard is true.
Powerful, only true inner strength can continuously create true strength.
"Let's fight!" Yang Ning felt that there was no need to announce his name.
Fighting is completely unnecessary for the weak.
This is the biggest touch that Yang Ning has felt in his heart since his rebirth.
"Yang Ning, you are arrogant." In the hundred-foot space, the person on the throne stood up.
