Medical Sovereign

So, the poor Jian Miesheng was a tragedy.

Ding Ning has long been displeased with this jumping up and down guy, so how could he let him go.

ah!

Between swords and swords, before people could react, they heard a shrill scream.

Jian Miesheng's blood stained the sky, and the headless corpse fell onto the seat of the Holy Sword Villa with a plop, blood splattered everywhere, spraying Jiang Wenjian's head and face.

"No, it's impossible? How could he take a sword from me but nothing happened?"

But Jiang Wenjian had no time to think about other things at the moment, staring at the unharmed Ding Ning in disbelief and muttering to himself in disbelief.

All of this is a long story, but in fact it all happened in the blink of an eye. The whole scene was completely silent, falling into a deathly silence. Everyone looked at Ding Ning in shock, wondering how he did it?

That is the sword of a strong Saint Martial Realm, even if it is a Saint Martial Realm whose cultivation has been suppressed, it is much more powerful than an attack from a normal Heaven Martial Realm.

After all, when you reach Shengwu, you have completely left the category of mortals, surpassed innateness, and stepped into another higher level of life. Even the spiritual power in your body will undergo qualitative changes and be promoted to divine power.

Ding Ning made a beautiful spin in the air, and with the help of Jiang Wenjian's sword, he flew back to Qingyun Security's location in the air, and landed steadily on Hongmaoji with a calm and composed expression.

If it wasn't for the fact that the clothes on the back of his back were cut by the sword energy to prove the truth, it would be as if nothing happened just now.

"This kid, it's worth my shot."

Thirteen Lang finally stopped wiping his sword, and the fighting spirit around him was constantly rising. A pair of eyes eager to fight fixedly stared at Ding Ning. No wind sings by itself, making a buzzing sound.

Ding Ning seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly looked at Thirteen Lang Beibei, looking at his provocative eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up with a disdainful arc, and he turned his head away and didn't bother to talk to him.

Isn't it just the kind of sword spirit that was raised with the warmth of the mind, or the kind that didn't have much wisdom at first,

At the highest level, it can barely enter the category of middle-grade spiritual weapons. What is there to be ashamed of in front of a man who has even wiped out divine weapons and sword spirits? As for staring at brother with that kind of dissatisfied eyes?

"He must be wearing spirit armor, so he was able to survive that sword without injury."

Because Han Wuyang, the strong man in charge of the Holy Doctor Sect, was instantly killed, Li Congfeng was terribly frightened, and remained taciturn and kept a low profile.

But at this moment, he still couldn't help expressing his conjecture. After all, it was unimaginable that Ding Ning could block Jiang Wenjian's sword without being injured.

"It's so injustice to destroy life and death, but you didn't even escape the soul?"

With bulging veins on Jiang Wenjian's forehead, his eyes were about to burst, he stared at Ding Ning with resentment and said angrily.

Everyone felt the same way, showing the sadness of the rabbit dead and the fox. Yes, if the cultivation base of the peak of Shenwu was not suppressed in the enchantment, how could he die in a daze.

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, his eyes gleamed with greed, the spiritual armor that could block Jiang Wenjian's sword strike, it was an out-and-out good thing.

But she is not a brainless idiot. She knows that Ding Ning is in the limelight at this time, and if she wants to kill him to avenge her sister, she must first protect herself, and then take it slowly.

Yu Tiejian looked at the fearless Ding Ning with great interest, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said calmly, "I don't know where you got the news, but I can assure you that this son is definitely not from my clan."

"Oh, if that's the case, then don't blame me for being merciless when I come back."

Jiang Wenjian was also beating drums in his heart. Within this enchantment, he was not sure that he could kill Ding Ning who had a soft body armor. Now he can only talk about the situation first, and find a chance to get rid of this scourge when he comes back.

"Be merciful? Hahaha, Jiang Wenjian, you are still so hypocritical, why have you ever shown mercy to my subordinates of the Sacred Saber Clan?"

Yu Tiejian said mockingly with a playful look on his face.

Jiang Wenjian blushed, he didn't want to have a verbal argument with him at this time, so he changed the topic with a cold face: "It's getting late, let's hurry up and hold the opening ceremony of the warrior conference."

"Old Ancestor, should we just let that little bastard go?"

"Also ask the ancestor to take revenge for the master?"

"Old Ancestor..."

...

The disciples of Jian Miesheng and the disciples of the Holy Sword Villa all said in grief and indignation.

"Shut up, the revenge of Mie Sheng must be avenged, but now is not the time, it is more important to hold the warrior conference first."

Jiang Wenjian squinted his eyes and shouted angrily, all the disciples fell silent immediately, bit their lips and lowered their heads, their hearts were full of dissatisfaction with this old ancestor who was greedy for life and afraid of death, but he didn't dare to say more.

The corner of Yu Tiejian's mouth twitched into a sneer, and he said mockingly to himself: "It's better to seek from the straight than to seek from the melody. No wonder a certain villa is declining more and more."

Jiang Wenjian's face made even more ugly by his sarcasm, the way of swordsmanship is about being indomitable and going forward without fear of any powerful enemies.

In the past, the Holy Sword Villa was so good at swordsmanship that even the survivors of the Holy Sword were highly regarded by three points, but as the Holy Sword Villa occupied the position of the Holy Gate, it was admired by countless sects, and it took too long to be pampered and pampered. The problem of self-importance.

When something happens, as long as you raise the signboard of the Holy Gate, no one dares to provoke it easily. This makes the sword spirit of the Holy Sword Villa gradually wear out in the respected and comfortable life. One generation is not as good as the next generation. In the conflict, it gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Although the Holy Sword Survivors are rarely born, they have never been afraid of anyone, even if they are in a weak position, they will never shrink back. Not only did they not decline, but they became stronger and stronger.

This forced the Holy Sword Villa to be tied to the Holy Doctor Sect in order to compete with the Holy Sword Survivors, and it also developed the habit of relying on the Holy Doctor Sect's pills to improve its cultivation, so that the Holy Sword Villa gradually began to rely on the Holy Doctor. The momentum is ahead of everyone.

This is the fact, Jiang Wenjian is very clear about the fact, so no matter how harsh Yu Tiejian said, he can only turn a deaf ear and pretend he didn't hear it.

"Jing Qianzhong, go weigh up that kid's weight."

Seeing Jiang Wenjian pretending to be a tortoise, Yu Tiejian gave instructions to a long-haired young man behind him rather bored.

"yes!"

The long-haired young man strode towards Ding Ning with a blank expression and no fear.

Jiang Wenjian's complexion became even uglier. The Holy Sword Villa was afraid of fighting, and the disciples of the Holy Sword Survivors were going to challenge Ding Ning at this time. This was a blatant slap in the face.

Of course, he also knew very well in his heart that Yu Tiejian was shot, not only because of the face-saving of the Holy Sword Villa, but also because of other factors.

One is that there must be no reason for it. Yu Tiejian still attaches great importance to whether the killing knife is leaked, and wants Jing Qianzhong to force Ding Ning's sword technique; He was even more unwilling to take the blame for Ding Ning, so he took this opportunity to show that Ding Ning was not a disciple of the Sacred Saber Clan.

Jing Qianzhong walked slowly, but with every step he took, the aura on his body would become stronger, bringing tremendous pressure.

Ding Ning stared at him walking slowly, secretly admired in his heart how strong, the Holy Sword Remnant Clan is indeed the number one holy sect, sending anyone at will can bring him a threat.

How did he know that Yu Tiejian dispatched Jing Qianzhong after careful consideration, he is the strongest among the survivors of the holy sword except Yu Tiejian.

It would be disgraceful even if he wins by himself, it would be unfair to bully the small, so send other people to fight, and he was worried that he would not be able to beat Ding Ning, and if he went up to give away vegetables for nothing, he would lose face of the Sacred Sword Survivors.

Therefore, after thinking twice, he could only send Jing Qianzhong, the second expert, to put enough pressure on Ding Ning to force out his sword skills.

"Show your knife."

Under the attention of everyone, Jing Qianzhong finally stood opposite Ding Ning, with a look of fanaticism on his cold face.

When he saw Ding Ning easily beheading Jian Miesheng, his hands were itchy. He wished he could have a good fight with Ding Ning. Now that the opportunity came, how could he not be excited.

Ding Ning squinted his eyes, feeling extremely displeased with his arrogance, and said indifferently: "If you want me to use the sword, it depends on whether you are strong enough."

Jing Qianzhong is a martial idiot, with a cold nature, and he didn't feel annoyed when he heard the words, but he just said it as a matter of course: "If you don't use the sword, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to use the sword."

"Hahaha, I've seen crazy ones, but I haven't seen such crazy ones yet. I'd like to see what skills you have so that I don't even have a chance to draw a knife."

Ding Ning laughed angrily, Jing Qianzhong's arrogance completely angered him.

"In that case, then as you wish."

Jing Qianzhong said coldly.

"Wait!"

Suddenly a voice broke the stagnant atmosphere at the scene, and people looked at it one after another.

I saw Thirteen Lang, wearing a samurai uniform, holding his sword slowly, stepping on wooden clogs, and walking towards them swaying.

"You want to die?"

Jing Qianzhong was about to strike the sword, but was interrupted by Thirteenth Heibei, feeling very unhappy, and asked Thirteenth Heibei coldly.

The corner of Thirteenth Heibei's mouth twitched, he was extremely annoyed, he suppressed his inner anger forcibly, maintained a calm mind, and said arrogantly: "I wanted to see the sword skills of the Holy Sword Villa, but unfortunately, they are vulnerable, let me I'm so disappointed, although you all use knives, you can barely be my opponent, I don't want to wait until you both lose and lose, and you can't even find an opponent."

As soon as this sentence was said, the whole scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence, Nima, where did the little devil come from, to be so arrogant.

Especially the people from the Holy Sword Villa, their faces are as black as carbon, what the hell, this is simply dismissive of their Holy Sword Villa.

Not to mention Ding Ning's sword, sword and death, he is definitely a difficult character, and Jing Qianzhong's ability to stand up at this time is enough to show that he has the confidence that is definitely not weaker than Ding Ning.

Ding Ning and Jing Qianzhong were stunned. Is this little devil stupid? Or is it that he has absolute self-confidence and dares not to put them in the eyes of the two leaders of the same level?

"If you are afraid, go together."

The corners of Thirteenth Heibei's mouth turned up slightly, and he felt extremely happy in his heart. Yes, this is his purpose. He wants to trample these two highly regarded Chinese geniuses under his feet in front of the people of the world, and tell the people of the world, Who is the number one genius of the young generation in the martial arts world.

"Has this guy been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Ding Ning came to his senses, and said with both laughter and laughter.

Jing Qianzhong was deeply convinced, and for the first time a look of disdain appeared on his serious face: "Is the Fusang devil trying to be famous and crazy?"

"You come or I come, get rid of it early, finish it early, it's getting late, it's time for the martial arts conference to be held."

Ding Ning said lazily.

"Let me come. You fought just now, and you won't be honored if you win. Wait, I'll come to you after I clean up this idiot."

Jing Qianzhong didn't take Shisanrou Beibei seriously at all, and said calmly.

"Be careful not to overturn the boat in the gutter, hurry up, don't make me wait too long."

Ding Ning shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. He knew that people like Jing Qianzhong, no matter how contemptuous they were, would not be ambiguous when they actually acted, but he still kindly reminded him.

Who made Bei Shisanlang's arrogance that he was the first and the second made him look extremely uncomfortable.