A few hours later, Yang Ning recovered.
Yang Ning stood up.
"This battle is finally about to begin..."
"The massacre of ten thousand people may not be enough to face Cang Lan's hegemony, but Yang Ning should be able to suppress it." Although he was very confident in his heart, when he said it, he felt a lack of confidence in his heart.
Yang Ning's growth is too terrifying.
Especially his swordsmanship, apart from not having a natural sword bone, is almost the same as Jiang Che's. This is a kind of capital.
"I believe in Mao Wufeng."
"Yang Ning will definitely stop here." These geniuses can only pray in their hearts, praying that Zhao Wufeng can stop Yang Ning.
In the hearts of these talented people outside Surabaya, the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya will never rise, and the history of thousands of years ago will never be repeated.
"Hmph!" Several geniuses from Taiyi College snorted coldly, not showing any kindness to the geniuses around them.
"Senior brother Yang Ning, come on."
"come on……"
Several geniuses gave Yang Ning encouraging looks at the same time.
Yang Ning glanced at it and became more determined that she could definitely do it.
There are only three battles left, and he only needs to fight three battles. The swordsman's eternal building is right in front of him.
Yang Ning stepped into the third hundred-foot space.
"It's finally here." Mao Wufeng's face was calm, but his cold fighting ambition was already burning.
"Fight with all your heart." Yang Ning's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
Buzz!
Unsheath the sword.
call!
Spears pierced the sky.
"To kill a thousand people is to be a hero."
On the spear, there were faint traces of blood in the darkness, as if it was already galloping on the battlefield.
He was wearing armor and was extremely cold.
Mao Wufeng was very cautious, and once he made a move, he was almost at his peak.
The art of sword drawing.
Yang Ning's sword moves are the most direct.
Ding!
The tip of the sword met the spear point.
Two huge impacts spread out.
After experiencing the scenes of the previous battles, the geniuses became calm at this moment. I am too accustomed to such collisions.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Overwhelming mountains, countless waves of dark energy, one after another, following the spear point of Spear Wufeng, one wave after another.
Space is annihilating.
Among the shattering, sparks mixed with collisions sputtered out.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than a hundred moves, and the speed was so fast that it was shocking.
When Mao Wufeng reached his peak, especially after experiencing the baptism of the battlefield, there were only a few people of the younger generation in Liangzhou who could compare with him. But today, Mao Wufeng finally met him. opponent.
If the battle between Yang Zhen and Mao Wufeng was the most direct manifestation of dominance, then the battle between Yang Ning and Mao Wufeng was a little more agile and skillful.
In an instant, the two had collided no less than a hundred times.
"A hero among heroes, a massacre of thousands."
Above the spear, the sound of clang and drum was actually heard.
Blood was rising, fighting and shouting echoed.
"These two people are really terrifying."
"Zhao Wufeng, I'm afraid he has surpassed the strength of Ten Thousand Killers."
"Heroes within heroes, it's really exciting. After I finish at the Prince's Palace, I want to go to the battlefield." Some geniuses were touched by Mao Wufeng's murderous intention and had such an impulse.
"That's what a man should do."
"Yes, a man goes to the battlefield and slaughters millions of people. This is what a man should do, this is what a man should do..."
After countless collisions, Yang Ning and Mao Wufeng separated again.
"Your strength is really surprising." Mao Wufeng finally looked at Yang Ning.
"The massacre of tens of thousands of people is well-deserved."
"One move will determine the outcome." Mao Wufeng has already figured out Yang Ning's sword path, and he also believes in his heart that if the two of them want to determine the outcome, they must try their best to get the result.
"Your fighting ambition has finally reached its peak. You and I can determine the outcome with one move, which is perfect for each other." Yang Ning's combat experience is a hundred times greater than that of Mao Wufeng. Naturally, it can be seen that at this moment, Mao Wufeng is in the right position. This is his strongest moment at this stage.
One move determines the outcome, and Yang Ning will have no regrets.
The swordsman's mind is constantly improving.
"Happy." Above the spear in Mao Wufeng's hand, the cold light seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth.
The spear, which was obviously only half the thickness of an arm, was like a divine pillar standing upright from the sky, tall and terrifying.
Time seemed to stand still, and the two of them actually chose to gather momentum at the same time.
It seems that at their level of strength, only the condensation of momentum can truly determine victory or defeat.
One breath.
Two breaths.
…
Finally, half a quarter of an hour later, their eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Moved……"
If it moves, the mountains and rivers will be shocked.
The spear tipped over, as if by divine help.
Kaka...
A violent and frightening sound came from a hundred feet of space.
"Is this the momentum of massacre of thousands of people?"
The sword moves the mountains and rivers.
On the killing sword, the blood light was like a galaxy, but it was strangely red.
"This is the real magic sword!" The genius of Taiyi Academy was no less than anyone else, praising Yang Ning's sword.
His hands were trembling, and there was a hint of determination on Mao Wufeng's face. Perhaps this battlefield was beyond his imagination, but in his eyes, there was no difference.
Above the spear tip, a faint light bloomed, speeding towards it.
The sword light flew quickly and cut through a hundred feet of space.
"Thousands of people were slaughtered and bloomed."
The dim light shone brightly in an instant, and the sounds of fighting, misery, and battlefields were completely released with this spear.
The blood light is very simple, with only one sword, no blood curtain, and no various sounds, but just one simple sword makes people feel heart-stopping.
Buzzing…
The sword chanted continuously.
Huhu...
Spears gallop.
boom……
The powerful momentum collided first.
The powerful aura created thunder in an instant.
Ding!
Swords and spears meet.
In an instant, everything seemed to explode.
Rumble…
Above the barrier, there was a blur, and all the geniuses felt pain in their eyes.
The entire hundred-foot space was filled with battles everywhere.
Buzzing…
Bloody light flew, and the power of collapse continued to shuttle.
The dim light spread across the sky, and the killing edge continued to gallop.
This is undoubtedly a visual impact, but it is a pity that many geniuses can only see the reality through barriers.
"Soldiers are deceitful." Yang Ning's sword moves suddenly changed.
The most supreme skill in the world, the "Bing" formula, fully blossomed at this moment.
A sword instantly burst into flames in the blood.
Burn everything.
Weird and varied.
"You..." Mao Wufeng didn't expect that in this battle, Yang Ning would actually have more twists and turns while staying the same.
Unexpected.
Caught off guard.
"..." Yang Ning didn't say anything. A sword seemed to be transformed into millions at this moment. Countless blood reds completely engulfed Zhao Wufeng.
"What exactly..." The voice was drowned by the flames.
A spear was even steaming with heat, and seemed to have nowhere to hide.
The fire of Fatty's soul burns everything along with the killing sword.
Even Zhao Wufeng's fighting spirit was burned away.
puff……
Above the barrier, the originally blurry vision suddenly became clear.
"What just happened?"
"Look..." There was a clear sword mark on Mao Wufeng's chest, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the spear became even duller.
"How can this be?"
"Could it be that Yang Ning used that weird space again?"
"It's not like that, because none of us feel that ancient aura."
"But, what is going on right now?"
"What happened just now?"
Many geniuses didn't believe that the power of Zhao Wufeng was recognized by everyone, especially the momentum of killing thousands of people, which made countless geniuses frightened by the news.
How could you lose?
"In the end what happened?"
I kept asking questions, but no one answered.
"You lost." Yang Ning's voice was calm.
"What kind of flames did you erupt just now?" Zhao Wufeng was unwilling to give up. He never took precautions and failed without any warning.
"Fei Yi, I wonder if you've heard of it?"
"Fat Yi? Are you talking about Fat Yi, the kind of Fat Yi that can reach the ninth level of ferocious beasts in adulthood?" Mao Wufeng's eyes were full of fear.
A ninth-level ferocious beast, what does that mean? It is an existence equivalent to the peak of the mountaineering realm, and it only exists in legends.
"How could you..." Mao Wufeng didn't believe it. He was galloping in Liangzhou and had only heard of such things in legends. He did not believe that Yang Ning could be contacted in the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
"I just got Feiyi's soul fire by chance."
"A coincidence?" Mao Wufeng's eyes were dull, and he suddenly felt ironic. He had gone through so much to achieve today's achievements, but he didn't expect that it would be solved by a coincidence.
"You are very strong, I can only take this method." Yang Ning said calmly. He admitted from the bottom of his heart how powerful Mao Wufeng was, but Mao Wufeng ignored one thing, and that was the fire of the soul.
When cultivators are in the mountain-building realm, they will ignite the soul fire. Although this kind of flame will be abandoned by many cultivators later, Yang Ning is a strong man who once stood at the top of the mainland. He knows very well that soul fire can restrain momentum. In the battle just now, it was Yang Ning's way of applying this principle to the extreme.
"I have learned the lesson." Mao Wufeng was powerless, and the blood stains on the sword marks left on his chest had begun to solidify, but Mao Wufeng knew that he had been defeated.
"You're welcome." Yang Ning turned around and left Baizhang Space.
Although no one saw the scene that just happened, Tianmu was not included.
"Unexpectedly, the soul fire can actually exert such an effect." Tianmu suddenly felt the wisdom of the sages.
"No wonder, when cultivators break through the mountain-building realm, they can awaken the soul fire, but it is ignored by most cultivators. From a standing point of view, this soul fire is not useless, but is ignored by those who come after. ”
Through the barrier, Tianmu could only see that the flame just now should be the fire of the soul, but he could not see that this flame did not belong to Yang Ning at all.
It took a long time for Mao Wufeng to come to his senses. Even though he was stronger than himself, he could not stop Yang Ning. He especially admired Yang Ning's combat experience.
"This trip has not been fruitless." Mao Wufeng looked at the back of Yang Ning as he left, and at Yang Zhen who was in the first hundred feet of space, with fire rising in his heart.
"Perhaps, a year later, we will meet again. By then, I hope you won't let me down." Although Mao Wufeng was injured, he still maintained his vigor.
Failure cannot defeat him.
Because he is the spear god.
Yang Ning's short recovery had already replenished the consumption.
Yang Ning's eyes fell on the second hundred-foot space.
Although Tianmu had only had a brief confrontation and ended in a draw, Yang Ning had never underestimated Tianmu.
It will be a hard fight, and there is even a chance of failure.
On the killing sword, it seems that the master's mood can be felt, shaking slightly in the scabbard.
In fact, Yang Ning didn't have any method to restrain his eyes, especially the gilded southern glass eyes of Tianmu. He only heard about it in his two lifetimes and had never had any experience in this area.
"Senior Brother Yang Ning, come on."
"Brother Tianmu, come on."
The genius of Taiyi College is very excited, but also very confused.
Because both of them are representatives of the pinnacle of Taiyi Academy.
One person suppressed the six major colleges three years ago, and another person rose up within a year, but he is unstoppable and does not give in at all.
"I can't believe that in a grand event like the Prince's Palace, which includes almost all the geniuses in Liangzhou, we can also see the geniuses of our Taiyi College compete with each other. It is really an honor and disgrace."
"Taiyi Academy, after today, will be completely remembered by these geniuses."
Yang Ning has entered the Baizhang Space.
"I didn't expect you to grow up so fast." Tianmu smiled, with enthusiasm in his eyes.
"Senior Brother Tianmu." Yang Ning responded with a smile. There was pride between the two of them.
"In the Prince's Palace, you and I don't need to be polite. Let's fight to our heart's content."
"Okay." Yang Ning agreed happily.
