"What are these two people going to do?"
Everyone understands that Qingzhen will never let it go. The grudge between Qingzhen and Yang Ning will become deeper and deeper as Qingzhen is defeated by Yang Pi.
Moreover, the Qingyue Sect was already domineering, not to mention that Yang Ning and others killed five of the six people from the Qingyue Sect who came to attend the Conferment Hall. This hatred has reached the point where it cannot be reconciled.
However, he is a little unfamiliar with Tianmu, the genius outside Surabaya.
"I don't know whether you are worthy or not, but you will definitely be slower than me." Tianmu took the first step and stepped into the second hundred-foot space.
"What does he want to do?"
"No way, this person actually wants to..." He was already surprised by the thoughts in his mind.
"He wants to stop Qingzhen. In this case, he can use the rules of the Prince's Palace to prevent Qingzhen from attacking the second throne."
"What a clever method." The geniuses of Qinwu Academy all gave Tianmu a thumbs up.
Although Tianmu has almost informed the six colleges of an era, after all, only a few people know the name of Tianmu, so everyone praises Tianmu's actions at this moment.
Qin Ningyi may have good strength, but if compared with Qingzhen, there must be a huge gap. When Tianmu enters the Baizhang Space, no matter what the outcome of the battle is, one thing is certain, that is, before the two of them can decide the winner. , Baizhang Space will never allow anyone to enter.
This approach also indirectly protected Qin Ningyi.
The relationship between Yang Zhen and Qin Ningyi is well known. If Qingzhen is really allowed to enter, there is no telling what will happen. By then, even if Yang Zhen is the Canglan Hegemon among the top ten divine bodies, he can only watch. see.
The sadness at that time was undoubtedly torture for Yang Zhen.
But Tianmu took action, and at least it could be guaranteed that Qin Ningyi and Qingzhen would not face each other directly.
Yang Zhen had just experienced a battle and was a little weak at first, but when Yang Zhen felt that Qing Zhen was actually trying to take advantage of his wife, his heart suddenly became angry.
No one knows Qin Ningyi's strength better than Yang Zhen. If he really confronts Qin Ningyi, he will definitely be retaliated by Qingzhen. He felt nervous for a while, but when Yang Zhen saw Tianmu entering Baizhang next door, Space, the worries in my heart finally let go, and I quickly recovered.
In the seventh one-hundred-foot space, Jian Jingyu had fully recovered and stood upright, seemingly waiting for his enemy to appear.
But everyone knew who Jian Jingyu was waiting for.
Jiang Che occupies the fourth hundred-foot space with his powerful strength. Many geniuses do not dare to challenge easily due to the reputation of Qishan.
Victory in every battle means that all the hundred-foot space must be challenged, and there is a rift between Jian Jingyu and Yang Ning. Therefore, for a while, this hundred-foot space seemed to be specially reserved by all the geniuses. Down.
In the third hundred-foot space, a spear opened the way. After recovering, Spear Wufeng was finally about to start his conquest.
Yang Ning's journey has not stopped yet and keeps moving forward.
One person and one sword, let everyone remember, remember the blood red, and remember the skill of drawing a sword.
"Victory in every battle requires so much courage and determination..."
It’s not that no one has done this in previous attempts to open the King’s Palace, but for thousands of years, no one has succeeded, which is enough to show how difficult it is.
But Yang Ning is at least half successful at this moment.
"Damn it!" Qing Zhen gritted his teeth. The existence that was originally like an ant in his eyes actually ruined his good deeds at a critical moment.
Across the barrier, Qingzhen stared into the sky, as if he wanted to eat people. But there are already two people in this 100-foot space, so at least until the two people decide the outcome, it is impossible for him to enter.
However, at this moment, Yang Ning was approaching the fifteenth hundred-foot space. He must occupy a throne in a short period of time and in the fastest way. Only in this way can he truly fight with Yang Ning. Only in this way, Only then can he return all the hatred in his heart to Yang Ning.
Qingzhen had no choice but to run towards the sixth 100-foot space.
The sixth 100-foot space has been occupied by someone, and this person's strength is relatively good. However, there is no way. The seventh 100-foot space has been occupied by Jiang Che, but this makes Qingzhen feel a secret in his heart. happiness.
As long as he and Jian Jingyu cooperate properly, to a good extent, Yang Ning might be killed directly here, which is not impossible.
However, when thinking of beheading, Qingzhen felt helpless. He did not have the kind of soul skills that could kill souls. The beheading here could only be the killing in the King's Palace. Qingzhen was very distressed about this.
Thinking about it, Qingzhen entered the Baizhang Space.
"Hello, Miss Qin." Tianmu didn't know what to do.
"I understand, thank you." Qin Ningyi is not unreasonable. The reason why he has been able to occupy this hundred-foot space for such a long time is first of all thanks to Yang Zhen. No one wants to offend Yang Zhen. A Canglan hegemon, if in the future The power of the truly great achievements, not to mention the Qingyue Sect, even the true top strength of the Western Wilderness would have to stay away from.
Of course, the help of some friends is also indispensable, and this is the result of Qin Ningyi occupying the second hundred-foot space. But just now, Qin Ningyi saw everything with his eyes. If Tianmu hadn't taken action, he would have entered here first. , even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.
"You're welcome." Qin Ningyi walked out of the Baizhang space.
Qin Ningyi never thought that she could be crowned king here. She just wanted to get closer to Yang Zhen, and love was echoing in her heart.
Tianmu's eyes saw deep affection, but if he didn't do this, how could he make his friend feel at ease.
"I never thought it would be like this." Many geniuses have a little more respect for Tianmou, because doing so is tantamount to offending Qingzhen and Qingyue Sect. Perhaps to the geniuses in Surabaya, Qingyue Sect is still somewhat unfamiliar. , but the geniuses outside of Surabaya know in their hearts what a behemoth the Qingyue Sect is. Not only are there many experts, but there are also strong mountaineers, which is a force that stands at the top of Liangzhou.
"This person will probably receive the most extreme revenge from the Qingyue Sect in the future..." It is already foreseeable that no one can benefit from the Qingyue Sect's face being openly compromised here.
"Senior Brother Tianmu." Several geniuses from Taiyi College were full of respect for Tianmu.
Time passed little by little and passed away in the battle.
At this moment, the battle has been going on for twenty-five days, and Yang Ning's battle has finally reached the seventh hundred-foot space.
"Brother Yang Ning, come on." Several geniuses from Taiyi College clenched their fists and cheered for Yang Ning.
"I will." Yang Ning let out a long breath. Except for a few of the remaining seven hundred-foot spaces, it was a hard battle, but Yang Ning did not change his original intention.
After a hundred battles, there are only seven thrones left. It is absolutely impossible for Yang Ning to give up at this moment.
After Yang Ning defeated the eighth hundred-foot space, he recovered for a long time in the hall in order to be at the peak. This was also Yang Ning's respect for several people, and it was just respect between cultivators.
Yang Ning held the sword in his hand, the blood-red hilt flashing with light.
Yang Ning's growth was seen by all the geniuses. If a swordsman who dared to fight had not died halfway, his future achievements would undoubtedly be astonishing.
The remaining battle will also be the most difficult part of Yang Ning's journey to the King's Palace.
However, Yang Ning did not back down.
With one foot down, he entered a hundred feet of space.
"You're finally here..." There was a hunger and thirst that had been waiting for a long time between the words.
"I'm here, why don't you leave?" Yang Ning said sarcastically. When he and Jian Jingyu met, they were already in a tense situation, and there was no even respect between them at all.
"Leave?" Jian Jingyu sneered, the spiritual sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and then said: "If I want to leave, I will leave you here forever." With one sentence, murderous intent filled the air, and the whole Baizhang was filled with murderous intent. Space resonance.
"Leave me here?" Yang Ning's face was as calm as water as she said, "You alone are worthy of it?"
At this moment, almost everyone in the entire Fengwang Palace was still.
The battle between the two swordsmen is undoubtedly attractive, not to mention the irreconcilable hatred between the two.
"Come and fight." Jian Jingyu was angry. As the first disciple of the Sword God Sect, when had he ever been so despised? What's more, the hatred between the two was greater than anything else.
"Hmph!" Yang Ning moved her steps forward, but she still had no momentum.
But Jian Jingyu already knew Yang Ning's fighting skills well and knew that Yang Ning had a sword that could unleash a shocking explosion in a short period of time, so he did not give Yang Ning any chance.
A lasing, cold light shrouded down.
"A little bit of cold light can make a world of difference."
As soon as Jian Jingyu made his move, there was no probing move, and there was killing intent in the cold light.
Covered by the spiritual sword, the sword intent surged like a raging flood, and roared like a wild beast.
Fast, there is only one word, that is fast.
Yang Ning didn't have any fear, and faintly pressed her right hand on the hilt of the killing sword.
Yang Ning's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't expect that the killing sword was shaking spontaneously, as if he sensed the enthusiasm of the same kind.
As Yang Ning's hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, the killing sword stopped.
Yang Ning's footsteps stopped.
The sword light was less than ten feet away from Yang Ning, but Yang Ning remained as calm as water.
"Die." Jian Jingyu roared, as if carrying the power of heaven and earth, one sword moved the entire hundred-foot space, and the breath of the dragon took off faintly.
This is a kind of transformation after Jian Jingyu merges with Wang Qi. It can not only improve his strength, but also make Jian Jingyu's sword intention more powerful. This is what Jian Jingyu is waiting to understand.
Huhu...
Like a howling wind.
"The art of sword drawing."
There was no sound, no sign, as if it suddenly appeared.
A bloody light suddenly appeared.
Ding!
Unsheathing is the peak.
A sword shrouded Yang Ning's body, and the three-foot space lit up.
The sword tips collided.
A clear voice came.
The two sword intentions intertwined and exploded continuously.
"this……"
"It is truly a battle between swordsmen..." The nearly two thousand geniuses were all surprised by these two swords.
"Let's not talk about the outcome. It's already a great honor to be able to enjoy such a wonderful battle..."
"Although it is impossible for me to be crowned the king this time, I can see such a wonderful battle. I believe that in the future, my achievements may not be as good as those of the powerful king." A swordsman said, vaguely, I can Seeing that this person's sword heart actually began to transform.
"It's so pleasing to the eye..."
"I believe that Jian Jingyu and the Sword God Sect's reputation will never fall in his hands."
"Hmph, my senior brother Yang Ning, how can I be compared to the Sword God Sect..." In an instant, tit for tat, no one is weaker than the other.
The entire hundred-foot space shook, and above the main hall, following the battle between Yang Zhen and Mao Wufeng, the ancient atmosphere was felt again.
A heavy sense of vicissitudes of life continued to pour on the barrier, and the hundred-foot space became stronger.
"It is indeed a battle between swordsmen."
"This destructive power, to the outside world, would probably be enough to destroy a city..." He predicted and weighed it.
"Swordsman, God's beloved..."
In the intertwined sword intent, the two were separated by the force of the counterattack.
The killing sword is blood red, and the cold light is striking...
"The sword is like a god, and the will conquers the soul." Jian Jingyu roared: "The sword rules the world."
The sword moves continued one after another, creating a terrifying mood while flying.
This is the artistic conception of the sword, and it is even more like the world of the sword.
The cold light drooped down, like an icy killing world, running towards Yang Ning.
