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Seeing Ning Chuan holding a combat knife, Jiang Moyu was undaunted, and sneered, "Who are you scaring with a knife!"

I know that your lightning slash has reached a perfect state.

However, that is just the Awakening Realm martial arts, which is very different from the Force martial arts! "

Boom!

Ning Chuan's response to Jiang Moyu was a silver light bursting with thunder!

Lightning Slash!

With the blessing of more than ten tons of strength, the silver-blooded combat knife was surprisingly fast, like a bolt of lightning, straight to Jiang Moyu's neck.

The crowd of onlookers, those whose strength is below the second-grade martial artist, their eyes all changed.

They couldn't capture the trajectory of Ning Chuan's sword swing at all!

Other words.

If they hit this knife, they would not be able to stop it and be killed on the spot!

Jiang Moyu was also a little surprised at the speed of this knife in his heart.

However, he did not panic, and the sword in his hand was propped up in front of his chest.

The light blue Force rose up, spreading everywhere, far less condensed than the previous sword light slash, very loose, like mist.

But the victory lies in the range.

Several meters in front of Jiang Moyu, they were all shrouded in Force fog.

Hiss!

The silver-blooded battle knife in Ning Chuan's hand swung out, and the Force Mist couldn't resist it at all, like a piece of paper, it was quickly and violently cut.

However, in the continuous collision with the Force Mist, the speed of the Silver Blood Saber dropped rapidly.

Jiang Moyu was unhurried and swung his sword.

Just listening to the bang, he blocked the silver-blooded combat knife.

"Force martial arts, heavy water art!"

Jiang Moyu looked at Ning Chuan with a smug look in his eyes, and said, "Specially restrained attacks that are quick to see!" Ning

Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Compared with the straight awakening realm martial arts, the Force martial arts do have obvious advantages, multiple functions, and are more comprehensive.

Rumble!

While his thoughts rose, Ning Chuan's hand movements kept stopping, and in the thunder, he cast a split second and three slashes!

Three long silver rays of light instantly appeared, streaked across the sky, and slashed towards Jiang Moyu.

However.

Ran into the same problem as just now.

After the silver light touched the Force Mist, the speed dropped sharply, and the threat level plummeted.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jiang Moyu swung out three swords, and without even urging Wuxue, he repelled all the silver light.

"Under the heavy water technique, your lightning slash seems to be useless!"

A mocking smile appeared on Jiang Moyu's face.

"So slow that I feel pitiful!"

"Too slow? Then you try this!

Ning Chuan's voice was cold.

Between words, he quickly swung out the silver blood combat knife, and the air vibrate, making a crack-like sound, sharp and piercing!

Thirty-six slashes of heavy rain!

This martial arts is comparable to S-class.

The fastest thirty-sixth slash is 32 times faster than the lightning slash!

In the crowd watching the battle, Yan Zhuang saw Ning Chuan's movements, and his face changed drastically in an instant!

His Rainstorm Thirty-Six Slashes is an expert realm, and his level is very high.

Therefore.

At a glance, he noticed the power of Ning Chuan's sword.

"Instructor Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Xiuxiu glanced at Yuguang and asked casually.

"Ningchuan's torrential rain has reached the realm of perfection!"

Yan Zhuang's voice was shocked and said, "This martial art is extremely difficult, Ning Chuan has been promoted from micro to perfection in more than a month, and it must be an epiphany again!"

"Another epiphany?!"

Bai Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment, looked at Lu Fang, and said, "Didn't you say that Ning Chuan's understanding will gradually return to normal?"

Lu Fang spread his hands and said, "Isn't this normal, I had an epiphany four times in three days before, and I have only had an epiphany this time in more than a month!"

"Lao Lu, I am skeptical of your explanation."

Ma Fengxing thought for a moment and said, "I think that Ning Chuan only had an epiphany once this month because he had too little martial arts.

Except for the current Wind Shadow Three Thousand is in the micro realm, everything else is perfect!

"This..."

Lu Fang was also a little unsure.

Bai Xiuxiu's beautiful eyes flashed, as if she was thinking about something.

She stopped talking, her eyes looking back at the battle in the field.

Phew!

Ning Chuan's expression was cold, and he swung out a knife, and the air was sharp as if it was about to explode, and the momentum was amazing!

After the previous fight.

His rainstorm thirty-six slashes, having already completed ten slashes, began to gradually reveal that terrifying speed.

Opposite side.

Jiang Moyu was like a great enemy, and above his face, there was no longer a mocking color, and he became extremely solemn.

At the same time, there is a touch of panic.

Ning Chuan's slashes were faster and faster every time, and the improvement was amazing.

If he continues, his heavy water technique can't resist!

Jiang Moyu came from a family of god generals and had a good martial arts education, so he knew how to deal with this kind of continuous slashing type of martial arts.

The most effective way.

It is to open the distance, temporarily avoid the edge, and after the opponent's continuous slashes are completed, attack again.

But the problem is.

His body level, not to mention surpassing Ning Chuan, can't be equal, and he is slightly inferior.

It can only be hard connected to Ning Chuan's slash.

Phew! Phew!

Two sharp sounds of breaking the air sounded almost simultaneously.

After more than twenty slashes, the speed was as fast as lightning.

Ning Chuan cut through the Force Mist with one sword.

Before the scattered Force mist could close, the second knife slashed along the gap.

Without the blocking of the Force Mist, the Silver Blood Battle Knife cut in front of Jiang Moyu without blinking.

Jiang Moyu's pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly swung his sword to block it.

However, as soon as the sword was halfway out, he snorted, and saw Jiang Moyu's wrist holding the sword, and a bloodstain appeared.

The hand did not fall.

But the ligaments in the joint had been cut off, and even the hilt of the sword could not be held.

Phew! Phew!

Jiang Moyu's face just turned painful, and Ning Chuan repeated his old technique and slashed twice in a row.

One cut!

One cut!

The characteristics of 36 slashes in the rainstorm are faster than the previous two slashes!

Burst!

In the muffled sound, a large blood splash flew out.

On Jiang Moyu's chest, there was an extra blood hole more than half a meter long, extending from the shoulder to the abdomen, and the bone was visible deeply.

Ning Chuan looked at the flying blood flowers with indifferent eyes.

In fact, if he hadn't deliberately recycled the silver blood combat knife a few centimeters just now and directly hit it fiercely, Jiang Moyu would have turned into two halves at this moment, lying in a pool of blood.

Of course, he was really ruthless just now.

As a referee, Bai Xiuxiu will definitely make a move to block.

Moreover, Jiang Moyu came from a family of god generals, and Ning Chuan had scruples and did not want to die.

Although he kills, the road battle can also protect him.

But a Jiang Moyu is not worth his favor of road battle.

"Ugh!"

Jiang Moyu's miserable roar and severe pain made him unable to maintain the heavy water technique, and the mist of the Force quickly dissipated.

Swish!

Ning Chuan cast three thousand wind shadows, and in an instant, he stepped forward, snapped with a crisp sound, and slapped Jiang Moyu in the face.

Ning Chuan did not use martial arts.

However, the strength of the flesh alone is strong enough.

In many shocked eyes, Jiang Moyu was like a top, turning dozens of times in succession before falling to the ground, motionless, and completely fainted.

Right at this moment.

Jingle bells....

The alarm clock that Ning Chuan had placed on the ground before vibrated violently, and a loud sound swept through.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

It's only three minutes.

Jiang Moyu, whose strength can rank in the top three of the training camp, lost miserably.

Everyone looked at Jiang Moyu, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and thought of what Ning Chuan Wudou said before.

"If you can still stand before the bell rings, even if I lose!"