"How could he have such a powerful force?" Qingzhen felt uneasy in his heart. If the enemy was not too powerful, how could he have such an intuition.
Qingzhen mobilized his defense with all his strength, even pouring all his spiritual power into his Dharma Space. This is also his strongest defense. Not everyone can be like Yang Pi. , has a natural sword bone.
However, this kind of intuition made Qingzhen unable to calm down for a long time.
"What clues does his sword hide?" But it was too late for him to think about it carefully. The only thing Qingzhen could do was to constantly defend. Facing such a sword, Qingzhen felt helpless.
Could it be that my Qingyue Dharma, fused with my body, will be broken for the second time? No, it should be the third time, in the same realm, he will never be his opponent.
But besides him and Yang Pi, who else can break it? Qingzhen was unwilling to give in, and screamed heart-breakingly. All his spiritual power and all his cultivation were integrated into himself, shrouding the Dharma behind him and completely wrapping his body.
Qingzhen had a hunch that as long as he could withstand this sword and be able to defend himself, he would definitely win.
Yang Ning's speed is not fast. The momentum of sword drawing has been exhausted, but at this moment, Yang Ning has been replaced by killing. It can be said that it is not Yang Ning who is fighting, but the killing sword. It is the battlefield in the killing sword. It is the killing sword. The bloody space in the sword.
"kill……"
The ancient aura filled the entire hundred-foot space, and the sharp sword light seemed like the true master of heaven and earth.
A sword gallops at an ordinary speed, but everyone can feel the terror in it.
"Is this still the mountain-building realm?" A genius said something he didn't even want to admit, but he said it out loud.
"It's too scary, this sword..."
"Senior Brother Yang Ning, well done." The geniuses of Taiyi Academy were all happy when they saw Yang Ning starting to counterattack.
"Yang Ning, you..." Yang Pi, who only had a hundred feet of space next door, showed cautious worry on his face.
Huhu...
Like wind and thunder, just like a rainbow, a sword penetrates the entire hundred-foot space.
Rumble…
The entire hundred-foot space trembled violently, as if it was about to break through the barrier and erupt.
"It hit, it hit..."
In the midst of shock, an ancient and huge power lit up the Qingyue Dharma.
Click!
Several bolts of lightning exploded.
The Dharma image trembled, and Qingzhen's face turned pale.
"Yu!" Qingzhen roared hysterically.
Click!
The tip of the killing sword advanced an inch.
On the Qingyue Dharma Form, cracks appeared, twisting and turning, as if huge ripples were instantly blocked by great force.
Yang Ning's eyes were blood red, and in his eyeballs, a sword was flying, as if it was evolving the power of the sword.
Click!
boom!
The Dharma image was shattered.
"broken?"
"Broken again..."
Qingzhen's strongest defense, known as the strongest defense of the entire younger generation in Liangzhou, fell apart instantly like paper.
puff……
The blood was like a pillar, dyeing the Slaughter Sword red, dyeing Yang Ning's face red, and spreading blood across the entire hundred-foot space.
The ancient aura filled the hundred-foot space, and there was no longer any Han Yue aura.
The killing power was fully displayed, and it rushed towards Qingzhen's body in an instant.
Yang Ning's face was extremely cold and washed with blood, but it did not affect Yang Ning's heart at all. He would die today.
It's a pity that Yang Ning has no independent consciousness at this moment. Otherwise, at this moment, he will definitely not simply kill Qingzhen, but completely eliminate the other party.
The killing sword spread a curtain of blood.
laugh!
The sword light passed through the body.
puff……
Blood surges.
In a hundred feet of space, blood splashed hundreds of feet.
There were little blood stains left on the barrier.
"Failed..."
"The second true disciple of Qingyue Sect was defeated..."
"Who can stop him?"
Saintess Longxiang's face became more solemn. She knew that this Yang Ning, this contemporary with the divine blade, would become famous in Liangzhou after this battle.
Jiang Che stood calmly, but his heart was not calm at all.
"Is he really invincible at the same level?" Jiang Che thought of a few people and said, "I'm afraid only a few of them can hold Yang Ning down."
"Hmph!" In the 300-foot space, in the hands of Mao Wufeng, the spear rustled, blooming with a cold light. In the fanatical heart, the desire to fight, the blood of massacres, was rising.
After one strike, Qing's face was filled with fear, and he felt like his life was slipping away.
"I……"
After Yang Ning struck the sword, he didn't look back.
"Swallow Swallow!"
Yang Ning jumped over the barrier, and in the hundred-foot space, all the killing aura disappeared, as if it had vanished into thin air.
"Failed..." Qingzhen's body fell down and never got up again.
"This guy is really..." Qiang Rong watched the battle, shaking his head helplessly and smiling bitterly. He actually used Qingzhen's vitality that had not dissipated after one sword strike to gain a little space of a hundred feet. It was really amazing.
The killing sword was returned to its sheath, and Yang Ning's face gradually returned to clarity.
Unexpectedly, there is such a huge secret hidden in the killing sword. Yang Ning was still frightened. Just now, Yang Ning felt that his heart was occupied by killing, and he was even completely out of control, as if he was being controlled by a sword.
It was so scary, Yang Ning was frightened for a while.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Yang Zhen." The geniuses of Taiyi College gathered around.
Yang Ning wiped the blood on his face and walked towards the fifth hundred-foot space.
"Brother Pizi." Yang Ning walked through the space of a hundred feet.
"I didn't expect that you would reach this point." Yang Pi's face was filled with smiles. Since Yangjia Village was destroyed, only four brothers were left. Yang Qiong chose to stay in Qingming Town. The three people who came out to make a living are now, without exception, standing at the pinnacle of the younger generation of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
"I will strike with a sword."
"I'll strike with a knife." The two of them said almost in unison.
"Okay." Yang Pi smiled happily.
Yang Ning understood in her heart that the two of them were as close as brothers, so how could they fight to the end.
"Brother Pizi, pay attention." Yang Ning began to gather momentum.
Yang Pi's heavy Jun sword also returned to its scabbard. Yang Pi wanted to verify the quick sword slash he had learned when fighting Qingzhen, and now was undoubtedly the best time.
Yang Pi's sword was originally modeled on Yang Ning's sword-drawing technique, and Yang Ning was like the teacher of this sword. Nothing could quickly increase the power of his sharp sword slash.
"Be careful." Yang Pi also warned, placing his hand on the handle of the knife.
One sword after another, which one is strong or weak, can only be determined by one move.
Clang!
Ding!
The sword is unsheathed.
boom!
In an instant, they collided together.
Huhu...
The space of a hundred feet exploded completely.
Between the ink and blood, it seemed like two gods were colliding.
Rumble…
The entire hundred-foot space was swept by the intertwined lights and shadows of swords.
puff!
Gu!
Both of them vomited blood.
separated instantly.
"Haha, so happy..." Yang Pi's face was filled with smiles.
However, he lost in the end.
Yang Ning's sword intent rushed into his body, leaving sword marks on his chest.
"Brother Pizi, your sword is sharp enough, but it still lacks cohesion." Yang Ning has a say in the sword-drawing technique, combined with his past and present lives.
"Cohesion?" Yang Pi fell into thinking.
"What's going on?" Many geniuses in the mist in the hall couldn't help but ask.
"Why is it over?"
"It was clear that the outcome was not decided, so why did they end the fight?"
Yang Ning withdrew from the Baizhang Space. He knew that if Yang Pi understood, then he would definitely be the one to fail with the sword just now.
Bah!
A sword intent burst out from Yang Pi's chest and cut through Mo's shirt.
"this……"
"Born with sword bones, he actually lost?"
"This sword?"
"So that's it." Many geniuses suddenly realized, and they finally understood when they looked at Yang Pi's ink shirt that exploded on his chest.
"I never expected that the relationship between swordsmen and swordsmen would end like this."
"Can it be said that if you win every battle, will you really succeed?"
"We, the genius of Liangzhou, really can't stop him?"
Among the many geniuses, everyone stared at Yang Ning with complicated expressions.
Every time the Fengwang Palace is opened, the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya are suppressed to their core. This also leads to the complete sealing of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya by Liangzhou. Even for thousands of years, no one has broken through the mountaineering realm. The root cause is because of the seal. King's Palace.
However, today is different.
Not to mention Yang Ning, there are already a lot of geniuses who have risen from the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya this time. Except for a few people, the top ten thrones are all occupied by geniuses from the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, and one of them is born with a sword and a sword. There is a Canglan tyrant body, a Yuyin divine body, and a person with strange eyes.
"Could it be said that the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya will rise in our generation?"
"No, we must notify the sect as soon as possible after the King's Palace is over." Many geniuses thought in their minds.
With Yang Ning's victory, he won every battle, and finally there were only four games left, but Yang Ning did not relax at all.
None of the battles between the four of them was easy, and even every battle was a hard fight.
"Next, it's Jiang Che." Yang Ning's eyes fell on the fourth hundred-foot space.
Yang Ning had an indescribable feeling for Jiang Che. This man's sword was full of justice, unlike Qing Zhen and Jian Jingyu. And Jiang Che's strength is even a bit stronger than Qingzhen. This is Yang Ning's inner estimation of Qingzhen.
Yang Ning simply recovered, reached his peak state, and walked into the Baizhang Space.
"Your growth is really terrifying." Jiang Che saw everything and admired Yang Ning very much.
"Absolutely average." Yang Ning was not modest about himself. In his opinion, it was indeed average.
Jiang Che was stunned and drew his sword.
"I don't mean to suppress you. The relationship between my sect and Qingyue Sect is pretty good, so I agreed to Qingzhen. But now it seems that because of his targeting, you have grown while he has fallen. ." The light on Jiang Che's sword gradually became sharper.
Yang Ning did not speak, but had already begun to gather momentum, because Yang Ning understood that when Jiang Che finished speaking, his thunderous sword light would begin, so he had to respond.
Jiang Che continued: "But now, between you and me, these things are useless, but I still have to give you fairness, otherwise I can't convince myself in my heart."
Jiang Che's sword was full of sword intent, and the sword intent of the natural sword bone was even purer than Yang Ning's sword intent.
However, Yang Ning still saw another flavor - Jian Ze.
Jiang Che's journey with swordsmanship goes further than his own, which is why Yang Ning thinks Jiang Che is slightly better than Qingzhen.
"Sealing the throne, dragon energy, these are not important, but at this moment, we must fight between you and me." Jiang Che's voice was calm, but the spiritual sword was completely uneasy.
"Wen Wu is first, Wu Wu is second. Come on." Jiang Che's fighting spirit finally reached its peak.
"Draw the sword!" Just as Jiang Che said, Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. At this moment, the two of them are just fighting with each other and have nothing to do with utilitarianism.
"One sword shocks the sky." The light of the sword flew past, and the sword was as cold as ten thousand feet of black ice.
Yang Ning's twenty-two sword-drawing skills were superimposed, and when facing this sword, there was a faint feeling that his momentum was a little weaker.
Ding!
At the moment of the fight, the two men's sword moves changed.
Ding! Ding! Ding……
In an instant, they had actually intertwined no less than a hundred times.
"So fast……"
"too fast……"
"It is said that the swordsman is the emperor among practitioners. Now it seems that it is just right..."
"It's pleasing to the eye. Being able to witness the fight between two swordsmen in the same realm is really worth the trip." This person is not strong enough, but being able to watch this battle at this moment is still rewarding.
"Qishan Jiang Che is one of the top ten geniuses in Liangzhou. This battle will undoubtedly make Liangzhou famous." All the geniuses were witnesses and were completely attracted by the battle between the two in front of them.
The intertwined sword intentions, constant collisions, and the sword light vertical and horizontal, the speed and strength of the two people are gradually getting stronger.
