With the blessing of Zhen Gang, the speed instantly increased a lot.
Yang Ning's feet landed on the ground, and the roaring wind hit the body-protecting Zhengang.
"This..." Yang Ning couldn't believe it. The wind was invisible, but it was everywhere. From deep downstream, it seemed like an abyss, but it was not swallowing, but like a volcano erupting.
However, Yang Ning understood that the current strong wind had no effect on him yet.
If it’s not enough, then move on.
He can't touch more than a foot, but this is not a problem for Yang Ning, because the direction in which the strong wind is roaring is his goal. He only needs to move forward against the wind to get deeper into the strong wind.
Huhu...
The wind doesn't stop and the people don't stop.
The road to the world is long, but those who move forward will continue.
Finally, when Yang Ning got close to ten miles deep, something happened to the body-protecting Zhengang.
The strong wind was like a knife, constantly falling on Yang Ning's body-protecting Zhengang.
Countless sparks rub against the body-protecting True Gang, and the body-protecting True Gang is already overwhelmed.
Snapped!
Click...
The broken sound reached Yang Ning's ears.
"Finally can't hold it anymore?" Yang Ning forced himself to operate at the limit of the Dragon Reverse Technique, raising his body to its strongest state.
Huhu...
It was as if thousands of flying knives were piercing Yang Ning's body.
It hurts like thousands of insect bites.
Numbness spreads all over the body.
Yang Ning endured the pain, stayed where he was, and adapted to the surrounding environment. His perseverance prevented Yang Ning from giving up.
Since the strong wind here is equivalent to the physical body of a strong person in the eighth level of mountaineering realm, let's first use the strong wind here to temper the physical body.
Yang Ning secretly rejoiced that in this second stage, Tiandao Sect Lingchenzi did not announce any time limit. This was good news for Yang Ning, because in this way, Yang Ning could temper his body without limit.
The speed of the Dragon Reverse Technique is getting faster and faster, and to a certain extent, combined with the Ling Tian Technique, it has surpassed the stinging and numbness of the strong wind.
"Although the true power is broken, the strong wind here only makes my physical body reach the limit of operation, and it cannot break through the limit."
"Practitioners go against heaven and live toward death."
After Yang Ning adapted to the power of the strong wind here, she finally took another step.
Huhu...
The wind was so cold that it felt like a zero-degree world. Even between Yang Ning's legs, there was a chilly feeling.
"This..." Yang Ning subconsciously felt a chill in her lower body.
Fortunately, due to the pull of the Dragon Reverse Technique, the drop of true dragon blood in Yang Ning's body has gradually become active.
Although it is not an active protector, it is obvious that True Dragon Blood has felt threatened.
Dark red halos gradually appeared on the surface of Yang Ning's body, covering Yang Ning's body.
The dark night is boundless, and Yang Ning's foot speed increases.
One step, two steps...
Yang Ning took nearly a hundred steps again and stopped.
Huhu...
The wind roared wildly, but there was no dust flying, because there was no dust that could exist here and would be directly annihilated by the strong wind.
Yang Ning's feet seemed to be filled with lead, deeply rooted in the ground. His body was upright and invisible, but there was no tilt at all.
"No matter how wildly the wind roars, I remain unmoved."
Yang Ning closed her eyes. At this moment, the true dragon's blood had begun to flow in Yang Ning's body. Every time it passed through a muscle, Yang Ning could clearly feel that there would be a little more strength in the muscle, although this strength was very small. , almost negligible, but Yang Ning knew that this was already the blood of the real dragon transforming his body.
"No, it's not enough." Promotion is naturally a good thing for Yang Ning, but Yang Ning knows that it is not enough.
Although the true dragon's blood has been integrated into his body, the current integration speed is too slow.
"Stay here for another half-quarter of an hour." Yang Ning made up his mind. The swordsman's heart is extremely tenacious and no one can change it.
Soon half an hour had passed, and Yang Ning's body had completely adapted to the howling wind in that place.
Although the true dragon's blood has begun to feed back to his physical body, at this level, it is almost impossible for Yang Ning's physical body to break through.
"If the stimulation is not enough, then go deeper."
"Live to die."
Yang Ning continued to move forward, her figure gradually blurred in the strong wind, and only her outline could be seen.
On the other side, Yang Zhen has traveled nearly forty miles. With the blessing of Wushuang Jue and Canglan Hegemony, such a strong wind is almost no challenge to Yang Zhen. He continues to move forward without any nostalgia.
"Wushuang - God's Wrath!" Wushuang's momentum is like a more violent wind, and he actually chooses to go head-to-head with the wind whistling around him.
If someone is accompanying him, some may even think that this person is crazy for actually confronting Feng Yu.
However, while Yang Zhen was moving forward at great speed, he also felt pressure.
"The wind has picked up?"
"Just right!" Yang Zhen roared angrily, punching out faintly, and the golden halo shattered all the surrounding wind.
Power, absolute power.
The fist rubbed against the strong wind, and the golden color shone like the blazing sun in the darkness. It was swept by the strong wind, but it was still stable, without any shaking, and unbiased.
Yang Zhen's figure is like an unshakable mountain that cannot be looked at directly or shaken.
The divine body, especially the third ranked divine body like Yang Zhen, has unique physical advantages. Coupled with the Shangguan family's unique heaven-level skills, there is still no pressure at this moment.
However, while Yang Zhen continued to defeat the strong wind with unparalleled attacks, the golden halo on Yang Zhen's body actually changed slightly at this moment.
Among the gold, a trace of white light gradually appeared.
If Yang Ning were here, he would definitely recognize that this was already close to the completion of the Wushuang Jue. Unfortunately, Yang Zhen didn't know that. He only knew how to fight against the strong wind with brute force and continue to move forward.
…
"wind……"
"You can't catch up with my speed." The millet-shaped pendant in Wuhen Valley was still able to move like a giant in the strong wind, and even managed to ride the wind while the wind kept roaring.
The speed is so fast that even the strong wind cannot catch up.
But soon, Gu Zi's figure slowed down, because he was already close to the core area, where the strong wind was stronger. Even closer to the core, every step forward would cause the strong wind to escalate.
"Chi!" A wind blade pierced Gu Zi's cheek, and a stream of pure blood passed away in the wind, but was instantly shattered into annihilated nothingness.
Gu Zi subconsciously touched the stinging pain on his cheek, shocked and unbelievable.
However, Guzi soon felt relieved, because the strong wind here had completely changed its appearance, like a tornado, faintly like a wind dragon roaring, and dark gray traces were constantly splitting the space.
"This..." Wuhengu Guzi didn't know where he was among the thirty-two people now, but there were definitely not many people who could reach here. This was the confidence that came from Wuhengu Guzi.
Just as Wuhengu Guzi guessed, no one has set foot here yet, and the one closest to him is the Xuanyan of Tiandao Sect.
Xuan Yan is even more direct. Although his speed is not fast, he is very stable. He is worthy of his physical training. Every step is like a mountain. While the ground shakes, he takes steady steps step by step, as if he has been at this speed since he entered the canyon. . ωωw..net
It's a pity that almost no one can do it like him.
No, there should be one more person.
It's just that compared to Xuanyan, his seems to have the same purpose.
Buddha.
This Buddhist disciple of Xiaolin Temple, with golden light and dragon roar all over his body, clasped his hands, kept chanting Buddha's name, as if the real Buddha had come, and behind him, a Buddhist kingdom swallowed everything.
Even the strong wind is no exception.
"Amitabha!" The speed is neither fast nor slow, very steady and firm.
…
"Ah..." Someone finally couldn't hold on any longer, and after a scream, his figure was crumbling.
The strong wind had torn this man's body apart, leaving almost no part intact.
Fortunately, this person's meridians were tough enough, and the spiritual power stored in them crushed the jade pendant in his hand when he finally fell.
"Quickly, save people..." Lingchenzi said to the elders at the entrance of the canyon.
A strong man in the ninth level mountaineering realm, with almost no obstruction in the roaring wind, quickly rescued the fallen person and returned to the entrance of the canyon.
"Hey, Lord Fifth Ya, isn't this your proud disciple of Ting Yue Ya? Why did he fall down so quickly?"
"Hurry, get treatment quickly, don't let the Fifth Yao Master worry." Dongfang Ming mocked in a strange way.
The face of Fifth Tingchao was very ugly. Indeed, the disciple who fell just now was Ting Yueya's disciple. Looking at the miserable situation, Fifth Tingchao hurriedly took out the healing medicine from his space ring and fed it to this disciple. Down.
"Ahem..." With the help of the holy medicine, this disciple quickly recovered.
"Master Wu Ya, it seems that you, Ting Yue Ya's disciple, still can't do it..." Dongfang Ming seemed to be at odds with Wu Tingchao.
The Fifth Yard Master was about to get angry, but was patted on the shoulder by Zhao Huai.
Wu Tingchao's face gradually returned to normal.
"Yes, there is indeed someone in our league who was eliminated first, but..."
"There are many people entering this Sujuan Gorge, but you, Lord Dongfangxuan..."
"I remember that only two people from Guixuan entered it. You have to be careful, lest no one enters the final stage, it will be a big deal..."
"Ha ha……"
The Fifth Tingchao counterattacked directly. As the saying goes, you don’t expose the shortcomings of others when you scold them, and you don’t slap people in the face when you hit them. But it's obvious that these two are the kind of people who rub salt into the wound when you get hurt.
More ruthless and direct.
"You..." Dongfang Ming's face clearly showed anger, but he was stopped by the Changdao Sect.
"Okay, okay, what are you arguing about? Do you still have the dignity of the Lord of the Holy Land?" Lingchenzi looked at both sides, feeling helpless towards both parties.
Although both of them had a hard time swallowing their breath, they had to give face to the righteous leader of the world.
I can only suppress the anger in my heart.
"Okay, okay, between the Holy Lands..." Zhao Huai comforted Wu Tingchao, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
The relationship between the ten holy places is too complicated and cannot be solved in a few words.
And in the deepest part of the Sujuan Gorge, the veiled Shangguan Wan'er has hidden herself in the core of this windy area.
"Sure enough, this is the hiding place for the strong men of Tiandao Sect." Not far in front of Shangguan Wan'er, Shangguan Wan'er used her strong mental power to detect traces of a person, who belonged to the previous Seven Sons of Tiandao. of one person.
"But they..." Shangguan Wan'er also noticed the specialness of these people.
"This person's life force has come to an end, but under the cover of the wind domain here, he sealed himself, minimized his life consumption, and then avoided the search of heaven. It seems..." Between her eyes, Shangguan Wan'er Showing a trace of ferocity.
Tiandao Sect, to others and to most practitioners in the world, is an unshakable mountain, but it does not envelop the Demon Sect.
"It's a pity that those people are now in disarray because of my brother's death..."
The Demon Sect is no better than the Ten Holy Lands because the Demon Cultivator yearns for freedom, but this is also a major shortcoming of the Demon Cultivator.
"Brother, I will avenge you." Shangguan Wan'er had been thinking about it for a long time, but just when Shangguan Wan'er was about to take action, a face suddenly appeared in her mind.
"Yang Ning?"
"Is this Yang Ning that Yang Ning?"
Soon, Shangguan Wan'er shook her head and said: "He has been dead for more than ten years, how could it be him? There are thousands of people with the same name in the world, how could I have such an idea? It's really ridiculous." Shangguan Wan'er Er laughed to himself.
"Ning, brother, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you." Shangguan Wan'er's figure was hidden in the dark wind, and she was moving forward carefully, while also accumulating strength for a blow.
