Fighting for life, trading injury for injury.
Once Ye Ning was severely injured at the same time as him, Li Wenjian would naturally have the advantage.
This is Shushan, and Ye Ning only has two heavenly subordinates here. Once he is injured, he can only let Shushan squeeze him.
Therefore, Li Wenjian felt that Ye Ning did not dare to confront him head-on.
Once Ye Ning retreats, he can take the opportunity to attack and defeat Ye Ning.
As a result, their fists, feet and swords fell on each other.
A scorching sun rose up from Ye Ning's body, which was more dazzling than the sun in the sky.
The sun was shining brightly, emitting powerful energy, and actually blocked Li Wenjian's sword.
Ye Ning's face turned pale, but he quickly recovered.
Li Wenjian's expression changed wildly. His sword did not hurt Ye Ning, and Ye Ning did not even retreat.
He knew it was bad, he was in danger.
Sure enough, Ye Ning exploded. He punched Li Wenjian with his fist, punching him more than a dozen times in an instant. The tyrannical force rushed into Li Wenjian's body, causing blood to explode from his body.
Li Wenjian was knocked backwards and flew away. He coughed up blood. Under his skin, there was a terrible force destroying his body, as if it was going to tear him into pieces.
The faces of everyone in Shushan changed wildly. Could it be that even Li Wenjian was going to be killed?
That was their last leader. He was so powerful that he was nearly invincible a hundred years ago and had few opponents in the world.
But now he was knocked down and was no match for Ye Ning.
Ye Ning stepped forward to kill Li Wenjian completely.
"stop."
At this moment, a mighty sword energy poured down, like a galaxy hanging upside down.
Ye Ning's expression changed slightly. He raised his hand, and the sun emerged from his body, then appeared outside his body. Under Ye Ning's control, he pushed up.
boom.
With a loud noise, the sun shattered the sword light and dissipated itself.
A man appeared with white hair like snow, wearing a white retro gown, holding a sword in his hand, pointing at Ye Ning, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"The white-haired sword god practices Wujiang."
Zhang Leiting's mouth was dry.
This man also survived.
In the dignified Shu Mountain, two people survived with special means.
The white-haired sword god passed away more than a hundred years ago.
But now it seems that he is not dead at all, he is still alive, and he survived by special means.
The white-haired sword god was so powerful that he had few opponents in the supernatural world.
Now he has reached a higher level, to a certain extent, has transcended the heavenly realm.
Lian Wujiang is Shushan's real confidence, much stronger than Li Wenjian.
Even though they are both old monsters, there is still a strength gap between them.
For a master of this level, a small difference is enough to determine the outcome.
Zhang Leiting had an angry look on his face. He stared at Li Shanshui and said coldly: "Shushan is really worthy of being a famous and decent sect. It actually hides two old monsters. I just don't know how many lives are behind it."
Li Shanshui said nothing.
The winner is a prince, the loser is a bandit.
As long as they win this battle and they are strong, they will still be a decent family in the future.
Even Zhang Leiting and the others will no longer be entangled in the old monster's affairs.
The so-called respectable family cannot escape reality.
Seeing that Li Shanshui remained silent, Zhang Tingting snorted coldly.
He is not having a seizure. We will talk about this later.
"Lian Wujiang? Lao He's master? It really surprises me that you are still alive." Ye Ning sighed.
He heard Kuangren He talk about his master and he had great respect for his master.
Even if Shushan did not dare to offend Shiwai and expelled him from Shushan, he was not very dissatisfied with his master.
