Light clothes are flying, and the sky is full of flowers.
"This beast, don't stop me, I'm going to kill him..." He knew he couldn't do it, but he still roared.
"The saint in my heart... is so... so..." She was speechless and choked for a moment.
"This beast, doesn't he know how to show mercy to women? That's the Holy Maiden of Miao Valley..." Wails filled the field, echoing in the hall.
Each one of them stared at the hundred-foot space with murderous eyes. If they had not been separated by an unbreakable barrier, if it were not for the fact that they could not take action in the main hall, I am afraid that Yang Ning would have been beaten to death long ago.
In such a situation, nearly two thousand geniuses are still surrounding this place outside the hundred-foot space, wishing to tear Yang Ning into pieces.
Especially on the other side, in the hundred-foot space where Xiuya was, the golden body kept roaring in the space, as if the real Buddha was singing, and the Buddha's voice echoed.
No one understood why this man was so angry that he even used the Buddhist golden body to go crazy in the air.
"Who is this person? Someone is going to tear him apart." Xiu Ya went crazy alone. Because of the three-foot-long golden body, no one dared to approach the one-hundred-foot space here, let alone be challenged.
It's a pity that Xiu Yakong has no cultivation, so he can only watch helplessly as his destined wife is hunted down, especially after each afterimage is shattered, Renxiang's clothes become less and less.
"Ah..." Buddha was angry, but helpless.
A sword pierced Qing's shirt, and Yang Ning found traces of Ronxiang again.
It has to be said that although Miao Gu's movement skills are not top-notch, he has already covered a distance of nearly twenty feet.
"Escape?" Yang Ning's heart is as strong as iron, and he is victorious in every battle. It's not just talk. Even without that legend, Yang Ning feels the benefits from this journey at this moment.
Breaking through the extreme realm twice and concentrating the swordsmanship twice were the result of Yang Ning's hard work, and they were also the most precious gains on the way to victory in every battle.
The sword has long fingers, but the heart of the sword does not change.
But at this moment, Ronxiang had a sad look on her face. How could it be that the clothes on her body gradually became thinner as the two afterimages were broken. This was also the reason for the anger of the genius in the hall.
Facing such a destructive sword, Ronxiang lost the courage to face it after being frightened for the first time. It was too strong. And as the battle between the two progressed, Ruanxiang discovered a terrible thing. It's Yang Ning's aura that seems to have a long history, and there is no feeling of consumption at all.
"What should I do?" Ruanxiang was worried. She would leave at most one afterimage. By then, she would have no clothes to cast the afterimage. However, the consumption of Yang Ning's sword by the afterimage was so small that it could almost be ignored. Could it be said that this person is really that strong?
Ronxiang began to regret a little. She regretted agreeing to Qingzhen's request. It was not good to offend anyone. It was unwise to offend such a swordsman.
In fact, Ronxiang seemed to see corpses everywhere in the future. Once Yang Ning really broke out of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, the outcome of the Qingyue Sect in the future could be foreseen.
Perhaps, only that person can stop Yang Ning...
Full of hope, but the predicament before us remains the same.
How to fix it yourself?
Ronxiang was thinking about countermeasures while galloping.
But after a long delay, why can't his spiritual photography work?
For Yang Ning now, the distance of twenty feet can almost be reached in the blink of an eye. The killing sword was blood red and penetrated along the hundred-foot space. Even Yang Ning did not hesitate to use the swallow swing technique. The two were superimposed and it was as fast as lightning.
"Where to go?" Yang Ning blocked Ronxiang's path and lowered his sword at his head.
"You? How is that possible?" Ruanxiang was shocked, because just now he was only twenty feet away, how could he be in front of her in such an instant? This speed is unheard of and unseen.
"Why are you not affected by my spiritual photography?" At this moment, Ruan Xiang finally lost her temper and asked. Spirit Photography targets the soul. Although he is at the peak of the sixth level of Mountain Building Realm and has no concept of the soul, it has always existed.
"Your spiritual photography?" Yang Ning was slightly stunned, and then thought of the dark red energy blocked by his own meridians. In fact, it is strange to say that it was precisely because of this dark red energy that burned Yang Ning's heart that Yang Ning deliberately defended himself. It was just a soul attack from the peak of the sixth level of the Mountain Building Realm, which was aimed at him. For this person who had already stood at the top of the continent in his previous life, this was like a worm shaking a tree.
"That's what you're talking about." Yang Ning said as the Ling Tian Jue circulated in his meridians, forcing the dark red energy out of the body.
The dark red energy jumped on Yang Ning's fingertips, but it surprised Renxiang.
"How could you?" At this moment, Ronxiang was no longer shocked, but frightened. This person actually played with the energy aimed at the soul in the palm of his hand?
The feeling subverted her cognition.
A cultivator who is only at the peak of the sixth level of the Mountain-Building Realm, in the same realm as himself, is so terrifying, completely ignoring his own spiritual energy, and even directly controlling the energy at this moment.
"Nothing is impossible. For such a simple attack, you know very little about soul attacks." As Yang Ning raised his palm, the dark red energy shattered instantly.
"Actually, I don't want to hurt you, but it's a pity that your action this time is not for you." In Yang Ning's heart, there is no beauty of the other party, only pure fighting.
"What do you mean? It can be killed but not humiliated." Ruanxiang gritted her teeth. The sword intent in the three-foot space lingered around Yang Ning, and the power of collapse intertwined, as if invisibly, giving people a feeling of destroying gods and annihilating immortals.
"Insult? Do you know what happened between me and Qingyue Sect?" Yang Ning sneered, the other party's exquisite body was displayed in the air, but Yang Ning's eyes were as cold as iron.
"You don't know. You only know that the person asked you to take action, so you took action. I really don't understand how someone like you could become a saint?" Yang Ning scolded, above the killing sword, the sword lingered and slashed. And down.
Faced with Yang Ning's rebuke, Ruanxiang was a little overwhelmed for a moment, but the murderous intent above her head still made Ruanxiang feel in danger.
The spirit whip danced, and the dance sequence finally entered the final chapter.
The long snake swam away and the dragon soared.
This is also the most powerful move in the dance sequence. The Saint of Longxiang has no choice but to use it at this moment.
Waiting to die? The Holy Maiden of Longxiang would not do this.
Although she does not know what the grudge is between Yang Ning and Qingyue Sect, as Yang Ning said, she has no idea at all, but these are not reasons. Miaogu's ancestral training must not allow the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya to rise.
This is the reason for Ronxiang to take action.
It's a pity that Yang Ning doesn't know this.
An afterimage faded away, and all the power of the Saint of Longxiang gathered at one point, instantly arriving behind Yang Ning.
Sigh...
Like a snake spitting out a message.
Boom boom...
Like a dragon roaring.
Yang Ning also didn't expect it.
How could he suddenly burst out at such speed? Then he heard a cry of surprise.
"The final chapter of the prelude to the Broken Dance - The Broken Dance."
As if he was pronouncing death, a cold light shot straight at Yang Ning's back. Even if he faced a three-foot space, and even if the sword was looming in front of him, he did not hesitate.
A beautiful piece of music, finally the old friend returns home.
Yang Ning's sword fell, but a resonance suddenly arose in her heart.
Perhaps the saint's heart was not as unbearable as he imagined, but it was a pity that Yang Ning could not stop.
The blood curtain drooped down, as if it wanted to kill everything.
The afterimage is shattered.
But behind?
Yang Ning turned around with difficulty, the killing sword was wrapped around his waist, and the sword light cut across him.
A sense of crisis instantly lingered in my mind.
The forces intertwined and the friction caused the spirit whip to dodge the sword while twisting continuously.
laugh!
The end of the spiritual whip actually passed through the three-foot space and stabbed into Yang Ning's waist.
Blood spurts out, splashing into rainbows.
However, at the same time, Yang Ning's sword-killing speed exceeded the limits of vision.
"you……"
Hunyuan sword.
A simple sword.
Too simple, but it makes Ruanxiang defenseless.
On the fragrant shoulder, there was a little blood, and a sword hole appeared.
puff……
Blood spattered three feet, and Saintess Longxiang's face instantly turned pale. On the veil that covered her face, a little bright red dotted her figure, and continued to fall from the sky.
"you……"
"This person deserves to be punished!"
"My Saint..." While wailing, countless geniuses had their eyes red.
Yang Ning pulled out the end of the spiritual whip from his waist, and a stream of blood flowed down. He endured the pain, and the Ling Tian Jue was running wildly, and he quickly recovered, because Yang Ning knew that he did not have much time.
Yang Ning even did not hesitate to swallow the Holy Crystal directly.
"No, I'm going to kill him." A man's figure was like a mountain, his tall body standing outside a hundred feet of space.
As soon as Saint Ronxiang was squeezed out of the Baizhang space, she rushed in immediately and ended Yang Ning's victorious battles.
"Can't stand it." Many talented people outside Surabaya all had red eyes. Yang Ning's behavior had seriously touched the sanctity in their hearts.
"Coming out soon..."
"Hurry up..." roaring, urging...
Finally, Saint Nuanxiang was excluded from the hundred-foot space. Yang Ning was still cross-legged in the air. The Lingtian Jue vibrated in the meridians. The spiritual energy in the Saint Crystal quickly transformed into spiritual power and continued to converge towards the wound on the waist.
Since entering the King's Palace, Yang Ning has been on the verge of crushing him, not even giving the opponent any chance. However, the decisiveness of Saint Ronxiang caught him by surprise, causing him to be seriously injured.
He even left him in this hundred-foot space.
However, Yang Ning still did not choose to sit on the throne. The suspicion in it made Yang Ning unacceptable.
"Saint..." Countless geniuses called.
The other proud women of Miao Valley instantly wrapped up the fragrance, and every woman stared at Yang Ning, as if they wanted to kill someone.
"You guys let the saint recover for the time being, and I'll kill this kid." The tall body took the lead and rushed into the 100-foot space.
Yang Ning's wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ling Tian Jue was indeed a powerful technique. Soon, Yang Ning felt numbness in her waist, but it was no longer serious.
"I'll kill you." While roaring, powerful power gathered into a punch, penetrating a hundred feet of space and heading straight for Yang Ning's body.
The tall body was like a human-shaped mountain, making the entire hundred-foot space roar.
In a hurry, Yang Ning was no longer able to strike with all his strength, but he still drew the sword out of its sheath brazenly.
Clang!
Although there are only fourteen superpositions, it is enough.
Met the fist.
Ding!
laugh!
The fist's defense was instantly broken, and the power of the artifact was fully demonstrated.
"Stay." Yang Ning couldn't find a chance to get out of this 100-foot space, but someone rushed in. Wasn't it because he was dozing off and bumped into the pillow.
Yang Ning's figure was like lightning, quickly approaching the barrier of a hundred feet of space.
"No, he wants to escape?" This was something no one expected.
But the most surprising thing was that Yang Ning stopped at this moment.
A sword in the air.
Hunyuan sword.
The giant sword-killing shadow appeared instantly.
Huhu...
The three-foot-long giant sword was as tall as the general's tall body.
"Stay." Yang Ning thrust out his sword.
The body fell back silently, and instantly stretched out a hundred feet of space.
"He..." The tall body was overwhelmed by the giant sword shadow before he even had time to react.
You can even vaguely hear roaring.
However, he stayed here forever.
"I will kill you..." Countless geniuses were excited, but they were already in the main hall and finally did not dare to take action.
Yang Ning slowed down.
Although everyone around him looked like he wanted to eat someone, Yang Ning's heart was not affected at all.
Yang Ning walked straight to the direction of the Miao Valley Tianjiao, looked at the recovering Miao Valley Saint, and said: "Take care of yourself." Yang Ning's eyes fell on the nineteenth hundred-foot space.
