I’m Invincible in My Mother’s Womb

Ning Chen was extremely calm with one enemy.

Liu Xiaoyi and the old men in black were extremely shocked.

Han Feng felt even more chill in his heart. If Ning Chen didn't die, then this Yunyin City would never have a place for him.

"Send me!"

Liu Xiaoyi flicked his ten fingers lightly, and the lines of spiritual power wrapped around Ning Chen like a spider web.

Spirit spider wraps silk hand.

This is one of Liu Xiaoyi's famous stunts. Once his opponent is entangled with spiritual power, it will be difficult to break free.

Ning Chen didn't seem to have the intention to evade the sky full of spiritual force condensed from Liu Xiaoyi, and was instantly entangled.

"Sure it so easy?"

Liu Xiaoyi couldn't believe it.

But then she rejoiced: "Ning Chen, you have been entangled in my spirit silk, life and death are all controlled by me."

"I'm all dying, I dare to be so arrogant."

Han Feng and the others were also overjoyed, thinking that Ning Chen was entangled in Liu Xiaoyi's spiritual silk, and there was no chance of resistance.

However, Han Feng, Yue Rushi and others had already taken desperate actions to destroy Ning Chen.

"No, go back quickly."

However, the black-clothed old man's face changed in vain, and he exclaimed.

But it was still slow, and the group of people who were eager to kill didn't react at all. Suddenly, an invisible flame rose from Ning Chen's body.

Liu Xiaoyi's spiritual silk was completely useless to him, no wonder he did not shy away at all.

Fan Huo Sword Intent had already flowed through Ning Chen's body, and if he only needed a little rotation, these spirit threads would be burned, and naturally, Ning Chen could not be caught anymore.

And the spiritual practitioner who rushed to Ning Chen's front was the strongest but the pre-foundation stage.

Such a cultivation base was really no different from Ants in front of Ning Chen today.

"You can die."

Ning Chen held his sword together, condensing the common fire sword art.

Sparkling prairie fire!

Ning Chen used the group attack technique in the spirit of the mortal fire sword, a single stroke of the spark ignited the fire, and the shadow of the thousands of mortal fire swords filled the square.

Wherever you go, everything becomes ashes and becomes nothingness.

what!

A famous spiritualist screamed.

They have female disciples from the Yunyi school, people from the Han family's Hanfeng family, and men of black-clothed elders.

The cultivation of these people is not bad.

But in front of Fanhuo Jianyi, it was vulnerable.

In addition to waiting for death, he couldn't even do the dodge action, and could only make a desperate cry.

In the end, anyone stabbed by Fanhuo Sword Shadow will turn dust into dust.

With the help of Liu Xiaoyi and the black-clothed old man, a group of spiritual practitioners who had killed Ning Chen, except for a few people such as Yue Rushi and Han Feng, were able to retreat, and the rest turned into flying ashes.

Ning Chen was surrounded by a group of spiritual practitioners, and now there was no one.

The black-clothed old man, Liu Xiaoyi, Yue Rushi, Han Feng and others stared at Ning Chen in horror.

"Mo Ting, this is just the beginning." Ning Chen smiled faintly.

While speaking, Ning Chen took the initiative to fight out.

The people around were already shocked by Ning Chen's sword.

too frightening.

What kind of magic is this?

They have never seen such a powerful spiritual skill in their lives.

Obviously there is only the breath of mysterious rank spirit skills, but the power that bursts out has already surpassed the mysterious rank.

There were nearly Bailingxiu just now, but now it has become ashes.

"Don't have any more reservations, go all out."

Seeing Ning Chen take the initiative to kill, the black-clothed old man and Liu Xiaoyi throbbed and felt uneasy.

Holding the Qinghong Spirit Sword in his hand, Liu Xiao evolved to the strongest sword move, killing Ning Chen.

The black-clothed old man had hands like ghost claws, flashing a ghostly fire, and grabbed Ning Chen.

This was a terrible attack, a blow that was close to the small perfect realm of foundation building.

But Ning Chen still had no intention of retreating, and he still greeted him.

"The sword transforms the dragon and burns all spirits."

The Scarlet Fire Sword Shadow in Ning Chen's hand suddenly turned into a huge fire dragon, swept forward.

"Do not!"

Facing the soaring fire dragon, both Liu Xiaoyi and the old man in black felt infinite fear and uttered a cry of despair.

But all is in vain.

Their attacks couldn't reach Ning Chen's body, so they were burned out of nothingness, but the fire dragon continued to cast off its momentum and rolled towards them, instantly drowning them.

"The sword is coming!"

Ning Chen gave a soft drink.

Liu Xiaoyi's Qinghong Spirit Sword had fallen into Ning Chen's hands.

This is a mysterious high-grade spirit sword, very good.

With Qing Hong in his hand, Ning Chen raised his sword with a light wave, and the black-clothed old man's head fell to the ground and died on the spot.

At this time, the fire dragon has disappeared.

But Ning Chen's sword light continued, flashing everywhere, constantly accompanied by screams.

What surprised Ning Chen was that Yue Rushi ran away in the chaos, still under his nose.

"It turns out there is a secret escape device, no wonder I didn't find it for a while."

Ning Chen knew about Yue Rushi's method of escape, but he didn't care. For him, Yue Rushi was just an insignificant person. If he meets again next time, just kill it.

Han Feng was not so lucky, his other hand was also cut off, the double cover was broken, and he knelt in front of Ning Chen.

Liu Xiaoyi was no longer as beautiful as before, and his body was scorched, and the Qi Sea and Spirit Vessels in his body were injured by Ning Chen's Fanhuo sword intent, and he had lost his combat power.

These two people didn't even have the power to escape.

Their life and death are completely in the hands of Ning Chen.