"You're here." There seemed to be some expectation in the voice.
This time, the King's Palace seems to be the light of one person, which no one expected.
However, as the Holy Maiden of Miao Valley, as a proud daughter of heaven, and she promised Qingzhen that she would take action once, she would never break her promise.
The Saint of Longxiang has weighed it many times in her heart. She is definitely not Yang Ning's opponent, but as Qingzhen said, stopping him requires many explanations.
And the only thing she can do is to continue to consume Yang Ning.
It has been nearly ten days since many geniuses entered the Fengwang Palace, but this Yang Ning has also been fighting for ten days. Is his own consumption really meaningful? Saint Ronxiang meditated for a long time.
However, it is meaningless at this moment, because Yang Ning has already arrived.
"Are you waiting for me?" Yang Ning was slightly surprised.
"Yes, I'm waiting for you." Ronxiang's arrogance remained the same.
"You should have agreed to some people's requests." Yang Ning has already made a guess. Although it is just a guess, it is still close to ten.
Ronxiang nodded, under the veil, but a little surprised.
And in a space of 100 feet on the other side, a person was really gnashing his teeth.
"This kid actually dares to touch my wife. He's so bold, huh." Xiu gritted his teeth and tried to break through the barrier with a pair of straw sandals, but there was no one to challenge him within the barrier, so he could only stay here.
He punched hard, and ripples appeared on the barrier, but he could only watch, helpless.
Yang Ning took two steps forward and said calmly: "Since there is no way to avoid a battle, let's do it." Yang Ning was magnanimous.
"Aren't you going to ask me who I promised?" Ronxiang's cultivation level has been fully restored and she stood up from the throne.
"Who else could it be? It must be Qing Zhen from Qingyue Sect." Yang Ning had already guessed it when he heard that Ruan Xiang had agreed to some people's requests.
Qingzhen is a swordsman, but in Yang Ning's opinion, such a person and such a sword will never go very far on the road of cultivation.
"You are aboveboard." Ronxiang looked at Yang Ning, her thoughts turning over in her heart.
"Then let's get started." Yang Ning had already begun to gather momentum.
"I know that you have a very powerful sword, but if you want to defeat me, you still need to show some real skills." Ruanxiang did not underestimate the enemy, and the spiritual whip in his hand shook like a green snake swimming away.
"Real ability?" Yang Ning was not surprised. Although Miao Gu had never been exposed to Yang Ning, she must be very powerful to become a saint. Moreover, Yang Ning had already seen the battle between Ronxiang and Xiu Ya. In terms of strength, , I’m afraid it’s just a little worse than myself. Thinking of this, Yang Ning's hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the killing sword.
in further.
The momentum suddenly increased.
Yang Ning's body was ignited with blazing sword intent.
"Hmph!" Saint Ronxiang snorted coldly, flew her spiritual whip, and shouted softly: "Stop the dance sequence." Once it is launched, it is the strongest move.
Obviously, Ruanxiang respects Yang Ning very much, otherwise she would not treat her like this.
Her clothes were flying like an elf. If it weren't for the spiritual whip that danced with her, Yang Ning would have even believed that this girl was an exquisite dancer. However, the plundering spiritual power brought Yang Ning back to reality.
Go one step further.
The sword intent was close to the flames, and thunder flickered on the surface of Yang Ning's body and between the green shirts.
"Draw the sword!" The distance was enough, and Yang Ning drew his sword brazenly.
The blood glow suddenly rose.
Clang!
Blood red instantly covered the heaven and earth, and the hundred-foot space was immediately filled with sword intent.
The three-foot space in front of Yang Ning also lit up. Against the background of blood red, it looks a bit strange.
"So fast, so strong." Although Renxiang had overestimated Yang Ning's sword-drawing skills, at this moment, she still felt a little underestimated. This sword may have surpassed the scope of Xuan level sword skills.
However, he didn't panic. He controlled the spiritual whip in his hand and drew circles in the air. The spiritual whip then circulated like an invisible hurricane.
Huhu...
A soaring power gradually formed as the spirit whip danced.
In fact, after Ruanxiang learned that Yang Ning had a sword-drawing technique, she had been thinking about countermeasures. At the moment when Yang Ning had just drawn the sword, Ruanxiang finally came up with a solution.
That is to overcome strength with softness.
Yang Ning's sword is very strong, otherwise it would not make many geniuses hate it.
However, as Ruanxiang guessed, the sword was too strong, and the determination to kill the enemy was too determined, which meant that the sword was too strong and easily broken.
And the spiritual whip in her hand was his nemesis.
The bloody light flew by, and in an instant he was in front of Ronxiang.
Yang Ning was confident, and the twenty-two sword-drawing skills were stacked. This was already his full strength, and it also gave the saintess Ronxiang the respect.
In the sword light, thunder rolled and flames flew.
Condensed into one point, just like a bit of cold light is better than the scorching sun.
She danced in a broken dance sequence, as if she was waiting for the sword to come.
laugh!
Killing the sword without any scruples is just like Yang Ning's heart at the moment. For the sake of victory in every battle, and for the illusory legend, Yang Ning is gambling.
The difference between a dragon and a real dragon is huge, the difference between heaven and earth.
However, just when Yang Ning thought the overall situation was settled and ambitious, something suddenly changed.
"The spirit snake moves, interrupting the dance sequence." The spirit whip spun around and tightened suddenly.
The spirit whip is full of spirituality, and the moment it comes into contact with the killing sword, it fully demonstrates its soft nature.
Kaka...
It's like a lock between heaven and earth.
"tight!"
With a cry of surprise, Yang Ning felt that the killing sword in his hand could not move. Even he, the master who controlled the killing sword, felt that he could not move.
The flying sword suddenly stopped and could no longer advance.
"this……"
"locked?"
"This sword is actually locked?" Many geniuses couldn't believe their eyes.
You know, nearly eighty geniuses were all defeated by this sword, but now, now they are locked up and unable to move forward?
"The Incomparable Saint."
"The saint is invincible." The genius outside Surabaya immediately offered flattering words. Originally, after the battle to repair the teeth, the majesty of the Saint was almost completely bruised. These geniuses even once doubted whether the Saint's fragrance was just like that, but now...
It’s vivid in my mind.
In a thrilling moment, the power of the killing sword was locked. Is this still the saint who was teased just now?
"unbelievable."
Indeed, it is unacceptable.
Killing eighty geniuses with one sword, and being invincible with one sword, he was actually locked up at this moment. This achievement is enough to make him famous in the Royal Palace.
Within a hundred feet of space.
Yang Ning was also surprised by the sudden change.
Although his sword was not truly invincible, Yang Ning was at a loss for being able to be locked in such a way.
Fortunately, the soul in Yang Ning's body is the soul of the real pinnacle powerhouse in the mainland.
Yang Ning just thought for a moment and already had a response.
Thunder gathered on the body, followed the arm, and instantly reached the killing sword.
"Thunder destroys - shock!" Yang Ning roared.
The art of drawing a sword is all about momentum and the courage to move forward. But with this resistance, the sword's power has dissipated, and Yang Ning can only find a way to withdraw the sword.
But the sword was locked, and Yang Ning could only use violence to withdraw the sword.
Sizzling...
The air exploded, and thunder surrounded the spiritual whip. There was a faint tendency to follow the spiritual whip and invade Longxiang.
"Hmph!" Ronxiang snorted softly, and the spiritual whip instantly extended, following the blade of the killing sword, like a spiritual snake, not caring about the impact of the thunder, and trying to lock Yang Ning's arm.
"Wishful thinking." On Yang Ning's arm, the fire of Fei Yi's soul burned, and the flames rose in the blood.
The three-foot space suddenly lit up.
"You..." Ruanxiang was also unexpected.
The spiritual whip could not move forward even an inch, and the fire on his own spiritual whip actually started to burn.
"This flame of yours is..." Renxiang's voice was trembling, unable to accept it. His spiritual whip was already the pinnacle of spiritual weapons, and it had long been invulnerable to water and fire. However, this scene now cannot be explained.
"Fei Yi's soul fire." Yang Ning's sword shook and he pulled it back from the lock of the spiritual whip.
"What? Fei Yi?" Ronxiang was shocked. How could Fei Yi's soul fire be subdued by a cultivator? No, it should be said that he was subdued by a cultivator who only had the peak cultivation level of the sixth level of Mountain Building Realm? "This is impossible, impossible..." Ronxiang didn't believe it, but there was still a flame burning on the spiritual whip.
"There is nothing possible or impossible, everything is destined." Yang Ning's sword-drawing technique did not work, but the killing sword has been unsheathed, which means that a big battle is unavoidable.
Yang Ning's body was surrounded by a three-foot space. He had just been to a three-foot space that was not his own, and he might have been succeeded by Ronxiang's spiritual whip. But as long as he distanced himself now, Yang Ning would not let history repeat itself.
"Seven-step killing sword." Yang Ning fired, and the huge sword light traveled across the space of a hundred feet.
"Broken Dance Sequence - Smart." The clothes danced casually, and the spiritual whips were wrapped around, guarding the red incense.
Ding!
Yang Ning's sword fell, as if it had landed on steel, and a heavy metallic trembling sound spread.
"This defense?" Yang Ning felt that her tiger's mouth was hurting. The seven-step killing sword had reached the intermediate level of Xuan level. It was actually unable to break through the opponent's defense. She was worthy of being the Saint of Miao Valley.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Ning drew his sword again.
The sword intention has been adjusted smoothly at this moment, and Yang Ning knows that there will be a fierce battle between the two, whether it is life or death.
Yang Ning was not in a hurry. He danced with his sword. He had broken through the limit twice before. Although it was not a breakthrough in a big realm, it was still a breakthrough and required a certain amount of precipitation.
Since it's hard to tell the difference for a while, it's just a good time to hone your own breakthroughs.
The sword light gradually slowed down, each move and each sword move were very serious, and Yang Ning began to deliberately slow down the rhythm. It is also a good time to use this time to make up for your own consumption.
Ling Tian Jue is running in the body. Although Yang Ning takes every sword seriously, for Yang Ning who practices Ling Tian Jue, this kind of consumption can even be ignored.
The sword intention was condensed, and the sword spirit was mixed with it. Yang Ning began to use the saint to refine his sword rule and his sword heart with every movement of his sword.
The sword stretched across the sky, streaked with blood, but every time, it was unable to break through Duan Wuxu's defense.
"Sequence of Dance - Lingxi." The saint was very angry. At first, she thought that Yang Ning's spiritual energy was consumed too much, which made the sword weak. However, as the battle continued, the saint felt that something was wrong more and more.
How can it be? Is he practicing swordplay on himself?
In an instant, the anger rose, and the end of the spiritual whip was like a spiritual snake, entangled between the defenses, and launched an attack.
Yang Ning, however, did not panic. He swung his sword and a curtain of blood fell.
Ding!
Sometimes soft and sometimes hard, the spiritual whip changes in many ways and is very strange.
However, Yang Ning was still able to do it with ease.
"I can't believe that this Yang Ning has such a strong cultivation level and consumes so much energy without showing signs of fatigue. It's really a ghost..."
"Do you really want him to be victorious in every battle and challenge all the thrones?" Qingzhen's strength has almost recovered, but it's a pity that his right arm will remain there forever, although it is another part of the throne room. A space, but this shame will remain on his name forever.
"Yes, we must not let the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya rise." This is the common understanding of all Liangzhou forces.
"What happened a thousand years ago?"
"This Yang Ning, we must stop him no matter what." This resonated with many talented people outside Surabaya.
"Dance Breaking Sequence - Spiritual Photography." Luan Xiang's dancing ending sequence finally reaches its climax.
As the main hall said, he must not let the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya rise if he devotes all his efforts to his cultivation.
Even the Saint of Longxiang is not exempt from vulgarity.
