The sun is hanging high on the side and has a tendency to set in the west. The originally warm air began to become cooler. The sky was filled with clouds, and they were passing by quickly. At the edge of the auditorium, the towering wall showed an orange color.
The wind started to pick up, and in the center of the arena, dust particles were blown up and flying.
Two figures went back and forth, one tall and one short, colliding violently, and there was silence for dozens of meters around.
"This life-threatening force, this life-threatening feeling, hahaha exciting!" A sudden laughter came from the center of the arena where the yellow sand was sweeping away. Anyone who heard the laughter could feel the joy and heroism contained in it.
"Come again, come again"
Ning Xiaotian only felt that his blood was rising, his blood was boiling, and it was burning. Something seemed to be mobilized in his mind, and it was about to reach the critical point. He was eager to vent the stagnant feeling.
The force of swinging the sword became stronger.
"Bang bang. Puff."
Brilliant fireworks bloomed between the swords and splashed between the blades and the armor. The attacks between the two became more and more frequent and rough, and white marks continued to appear on the armor on their bodies. The only difference is that the one on the man's body is darker, while the one on Ning Xiaotian's body is shallower. This is the result of him deliberately avoiding it in advance with the help of his eyes, and also because the armor is tough enough.
"Noisy!" The man snorted coldly, and the force in his hands became even stronger, causing veins to pop out in his ears.
The head, neck, and shoulders were the only three locations in his eyes now. Except for his face, he has decided to give up the defense of other parts of himself. Now he only has one thought, which is to smash the person in front of him into mud.
The tiger's hair was numb and his wrists were sore, but he had long ignored them.
"Bang!" He tilted his head, and the armor on his forehead was punctured again. Blood flowed down, over the corners of his eyebrows, over his eyes, and down his cheeks to his chin. It dripped down, and was hit by the cold wind before it even touched the armor. Sweep away.
His brows were already moist, and a trace of blood red appeared in front of his eyes. The murderous intention in his heart became even stronger, and the strength in his hands increased again.
"Crack!" There was a sound of cracking stone slabs, and the dust was shaken up and then blown up by the wind.
The clouds were stirred and passed over the two people's heads. The sun was half-covered, and the ground was reflected in a large area of bright red.
"Crazy, crazy, these two people are crazy." Everyone in the stands felt numb.
Even the audience who had witnessed Ning Xiaotian's previous battles were dumbfounded at this time. They had never seen such a "golden warrior" before. In their impression, the Golden Warrior could always end the battle calmly and gracefully, and his moves had never been as wild and brutal as they were today.
It feels like a new person.
So fierce!
"Is this the true strength of the Golden Warrior?" Some people exclaimed, feeling that their eyes could no longer keep up with the rhythm of the Golden Warrior's sword swing. The fast sword with no trace was pouring on the opponent like a violent storm.
"Holy shit, I have to say, I'm starting to like this guy named Jin a little bit!" In the observation room, Liu Erlong slapped his thigh, his eyes brightening, "This is the right thing, fighting has to be like this, fearless, Keep moving forward.”
"Another Tang Hao!"
Yu Luo Mian sighed, his eyes flickering: "I just don't know where this person was born."
He also wants to recruit such a genius.
"Is this Golden Warrior really just the Soul King?" Davis couldn't help but murmur in another observation room. He felt that Ning Xiaotian's attack was far beyond his understanding, at least he couldn't do it to this extent. .
"If his soul power hadn't been imprisoned," thinking of this, he felt numb in his heart, "I would be no match for him at all."
"As a sword spirit owner, you naturally have to pay more attention to sword skills." Dai Jiuzhong comforted him. He had already determined that Ning Xiaotian's spirit was a sword, otherwise it would be impossible to acquire such superb sword skills. At the same time, Dai Jiuzhong did not want Davis, as the eldest prince of the empire, to have any doubts about himself because of Ning Xiaotian's combat prowess, which would be detrimental to his development as a soul master.
"I'm afraid this Golden Warrior is also born into a famous family." He added inwardly, his face becoming solemn.
If they are civilians, they can be killed if they want, and there is no problem in subduing them by force. But if you are born into a famous family, you have to consider the consequences, and at the very least, get things done.
Gotta be more secretive
"Yes." Davis nodded. As the owner of the top beast martial soul in the mainland, his martial soul development direction is completely different from Ning Xiaotian. Besides, with his talent, as long as he works hard, his achievements will not be bad.
Take a breath and continue watching the game.
"A little bit, a little bit worse."
In the middle of the field, Ning Xiaotian gritted his teeth and his eyes were faintly red. The feeling of being on the verge of reaching the limit became more and more obvious, but he just couldn't penetrate the layer of window paper. This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable and depressed.
"Drink!" He shouted loudly. While venting his depression, the strength in his hands exploded to the extreme, and even his arms felt faintly hot. "Bang" the swords collided again, the man looked shocked, and the sharp blade in his hand was so shaken that he almost wanted to let go.
The opponent's strength suddenly increased dramatically.
"If this is your only strength, then die."
Ning Xiaotian's voice was low, and his eyes were even redder. The fighting instinct hidden in the deepest part of his soul and suppressed by reason was completely mobilized at this moment.
The murderous intention that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out at this moment without any reservation. Killing, killing, killing, just for a moment, the more domineering and cunning sword blade swept towards the man like a rushing wave.
The calamity of reincarnation breaks the army!
"How is this possible!" The man was shocked.
"Why did his strength suddenly increase so much? Did he still retain his strength before?" As his thoughts drifted away, his wrists that had been shaken out of shape quickly returned to normal, and his whole body tensed almost instinctively. He could already feel it. The opponent's almost substantial murderous intention, as well as the upcoming violent storm attack.
"Bang!" The floor cracked in a tortoise-like pattern within one meter of the surrounding area. The man's right foot was almost embedded in the ground. "Puff, cough, cough." A huge chest tightness hit him, and a wisp of blood spurted out from the man's lips uncontrollably.
"Ah!" Resisting the tearing pain all over his body, the man roared and resisted with all his strength.
This sudden outburst may just be the end of his strength. He prayed, but he knew in his heart that he would die if he couldn't stop it.
Bang bang bang. The swords kept colliding violently, and the sword marks on the armor became deeper and deeper. The lion-head-shaped heart guard on the chest was tattered, and traces of blood emerged from the inside. Time passed little by little, and the man became more and more anxious. .
Although he tried his best to block it, his helmet was still hit many times, and his vision gradually became blurry.
The opponent's sword was too fast, the angle was tricky, and it was extremely domineering. He had no room to fight back.
"Why isn't it over yet?" He screamed inwardly.
When he cloned himself, "Bang!" His wrist hurt sharply, and the sharp blade between his fingers fell out of his hand uncontrollably.
But what ushered in was not a sharp blade;
Endless crazy punches and palms.
The sword blade in Ning Xiaotian's hand has been inserted into the ground, and all the fist and kick moves he has learned in his life are pouring on the man's body one by one. The fist moves are messy, they are all the most basic moves, but the strength is indeed the best in his life.
"Bang bang bang" was like gold and stone chiseling against steel. The roar echoed throughout the arena. Numerous pits and pits continued to appear on the men's armor. The originally majestic body was now like a stormy boat on the sea, being beaten by the rushing waves. Dismemberment.
There was silence outside.
"Poof" blood spurted out uncontrollably from the man's mouth again, and his body gradually became weak.
"Not enough, not enough!"
Ning Xiaotian was like a madman. "Bang" hit the man's abdomen with another blow. The man bent over uncontrollably, his cheeks bulging, and he was about to cough. Suddenly, a giant hand clamped his neck. Jin's body was lifted up, and then slammed to the ground with a "bang". Ning Xiaotian raised his right foot and stepped down quickly. "Boom!" The man's chest was dented, and the ground collapsed by half under the load. The huge impact spread to all directions, and the dust on the ground was cleared.
"Gulu gulu."
The man had completely lost consciousness, but his body was still shaking, and blood continued to seep from his mouth and nose.
"Bang!" Another kick, and he completely lost his voice.
Ning Xiaotian bit her silver teeth lightly and suddenly raised her head to look at the beautiful host, her voice was low and depressed.
"On to the next one!"
(End of chapter)
