Medical Sovereign

Qu Wuyou sighed, knowing the third brother's temper, once a decision is made, it cannot be changed.

This made him worried. As a man who knew everything, even though he knew that the third brother still had a trump card that he had not yet come up with, the Yagyu Sword God had never really used his full strength.

Qisha and Ye Qingxuan also looked uneasy. They wanted to dissuade him but didn't know how to speak. After all, Xiahou Weiyang represented the face of the Kingdom of China. If someone knocked on their door, they couldn't help but answer.

"In that case, let's high-five and make a life-and-death contract."

Yagyu Sword God said with a calm expression. Someone beside him had already taken out his mobile phone and started taking pictures as a witness to the life and death contract.

"Can!"

Xiahou Weiyang agreed on the spot. After practicing for so many years, he had a powerful killing move. He was confident that even if he could not kill Yagyu Sword God, it would be enough to severely damage him.

Of course, the side effects of such a killing move are also extremely terrifying. In severe cases, his cultivation will be completely destroyed, and in mild cases, his strength will be greatly reduced, and he may not even be able to maintain his realm.

"Wait a moment."

Just when the two were about to high-five and swear, a clear voice suddenly came out, and everyone was stunned and looked at the figure that was running quickly.

It's Ding Ning.

Nodera Hengqiu's face froze, he subconsciously shrank his head, and quietly took two steps back, cursing in his heart that he could run into this god of plague wherever he went.

Qu Wuyou's face lit up with joy. Although he didn't think Ding Ning would be a match for Yagyu Sword God, this magical boy never disappoints anyone.

"Man……"

Just as Xiahou Weiyang was about to speak, he was interrupted by Ding Ning, who said angrily: "Master, your injury is not healed, how can you fight a life-and-death duel?"

Xiahou Weiyang was slightly startled, his face full of confusion. Is my injury not healed? I was injured when, but Ding Ning was willing to call him master, which made him feel happy.

Qu Wuyou reacted quickly. Knowing that Ding Ning was looking for a way out for Third Brother, he immediately added: "Yes, Third Brother, your injury is not healed, so you rashly engage in a life-and-death duel. If you lose, you will lose face." Forget it, even if they win, they will inevitably have the reputation of being invincible. "

Yagyu Sword God's eyes darkened,

Putting his hands behind his back, he stared at Ding Ning and sneered: "I am competing with Marquis Wu, how do you, a junior like you, have the qualifications to speak? Besides, how can I not know whether Marquis Wu is injured?"

"You, a strong man at the peak of the Holy Martial Arts, come to challenge a warrior who has just broken through the Holy Martial Arts. Do you still want to be embarrassed?"

Ding Ning replied unceremoniously: "I am a doctor. I know better than you whether my master has hurt me."

Although Xiahou Weiyang has always claimed that he is almost invincible in the same realm, the holy martial realm is completely different from the lower realm. The difference in strength between a small realm is a world of difference.

The strength gap between the ninth level of Shengwu and the first level of Shengwu cannot be made up by super combat power. If Xiahou Weiyang really had a life and death duel with him, it would definitely be a matter of life or death.

The old Sword God Yagyu blushed, then rolled his eyes, and said sanctimoniously: "I am challenging the Imperial Palace, and I don't want to take advantage of anyone. As long as there is someone in the Imperial Palace who can be my opponent, anyone can do it."

In his opinion, the most powerful person in the Imperial Palace is Xiahou Weiyang. As long as the Imperial Palace still cares about face, Xiahou Weiyang will have to go to war, and he will never show mercy when the time comes.

"Ding Ning..."

Xiahou Weiyang now realized that Ding Ning was trying to find a way out for him, but how could he be the one who backed down from the battle? He hurriedly opened his mouth to accept the challenge, but was interrupted again by Ding Ning: "If you have something to do, I'll do my best. It's just a barbarian from an island country. If Master needs your own action, leave it to the disciple."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar, and the eyes looking at Ding Ning became extremely strange. Is this guy tired of living a crooked life? He even actively sought death.

Even though Ding Ning stole the show at the Warriors Conference, most of the actions were taken by the strong men around him. Even if he killed the Vulcan with his own hands, they did not think that Ding Ning would be the opponent of the Yagyu Sword God.

Vulcan is just a superpower. Even though he has a strength equivalent to the divine martial realm, there is no comparison at all with the swordsman Yagyu Sword God, who is at the peak of the holy martial arts and is famous for his lethality.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the Sword God Yagyu wants to kill the God of Fire, he only needs one sword, which is no different from crushing an ant.

"Ding Ning, don't mess around. We old guys are not dead yet. It's not your younger generation's turn to take action yet."

Qu Wuyou's expression changed and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Nonsense, it's none of your business, just watch from the sidelines."

Xiahou Weiyang also put on the face of a master and scolded unhappily.

As national soldiers, how could they not know how important Ding Ning was to the country, and how could they let him die.

"Yes, little junior brother, this is a life and death duel, you must not be impulsive."

Qisha also urged anxiously.

He was very conflicted in his heart. He didn't want his third junior uncle to be in danger, and he didn't want anything to happen to Ding Ning. He didn't have many friends, so he cherished this young junior brother who he got along with very much.

Ye Qingxuan hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing. But looking at the disdainful expression on her face, it was obvious that Ding Ning was trying to show off.

"They are challenging the Guoshifu. Am I not a member of the Guoshifu? Or, you have never treated me as one of your own."

Ding Ning said displeasedly, then exuded a heart-stopping and powerful aura, and said with a nonchalant expression: "You have worked hard for the country and the people all your life, and you should enjoy peace and happiness. From now on, we young people will let cats and dogs like this Come and kill it."

After saying that, regardless of the expressions of Xiahou Weiyang and others, he raised his middle finger disdainfully at Yagyu Sword God and said provocatively: "Old devil, I now officially challenge the Sword God Palace. Do you dare to fight with me to a life-or-death duel?"

"idiot!"

No matter how well rested Yagyu Sword God was, he was aroused by his behavior. He yelled and cursed angrily: "Since you are seeking death, I will help you today, Nodera Hengqiu, kill him for me."

No matter how thick-skinned he is, he still maintains his identity and disdains a duel with a junior, but the other disciples are not strong enough, so he can only let his favorite disciple take action.

But in the end, Nodera Hengqiu's face turned green with fright, and he hid in the crowd timidly. He lowered his head and admitted defeat directly with a sad face: "Master, I am not his opponent, I admit defeat."

I cursed secretly in my heart, you asked me to kill him before it was too late for me to hide from him. Isn't this asking me to die?

Just admit defeat?

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence. The fuso warriors who were originally arrogant looked like suffocated ducks, their faces were red, and their faces were full of expressions of disbelief.

What the hell, is this what a true disciple of Lord Sword God should say? Even if you are really defeated, you must not be afraid of fighting. Do you still have some bushido spirit?

Yagyu Sword God's face was livid, and he felt deeply ashamed. He stared coldly at Nodera Hengqiu who was hiding in the crowd and did not dare to raise his head. He smiled angrily and said: "Okay, okay, I have something to do, so I'll do my best." , The master has a destiny, but the disciple is acting like a coward. He is really a good disciple of mine, hahaha..."

There was endless disappointment and anger in his laughter. He didn't expect that the disciple he valued most would have such a bad character, which made him extremely disappointed. If he didn't want to be laughed at by outsiders, he would have wanted to kill this disciple on the spot. He was a disgraced disciple.

Although Qisha and others were in a serious mood, they couldn't help but smile at this moment. Their already somewhat sluggish morale was also boosted. They stared at the guy who knew current affairs very well with a joking expression, and he was the Yagyu Sword God. Disciple, this courage is a bit too cowardly.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, at least Guoshifu had the head start and had already won a round. Even if they lost, it would not make their face too ugly.

Ding Ning did not smile, but frowned and stared at Nodera Hengqiu thoughtfully. In fact, when he first arrived, he felt that this person gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity, but he looked like a complete stranger. Any impression.

But this guy's behavior at the moment seems to be that he is afraid of himself, but it always gives him the feeling that he is trying to hide something. This feeling is very strange, but it makes him unable to think of a reason.

"Sword God-sama, Miyamoto Akihiro is willing to fight for you."

After Miyamoto Akihiro was shocked, he felt a burst of ecstasy, and immediately stepped forward to ask for help.

This is a God-given opportunity. Nodera Hengqiu is afraid of fighting. The sword god must be extremely disappointed with him. His fall from favor has become inevitable. He took the initiative to ask for a fight. When the sword god is happy, he may kill his son Miyamoto Yuichi. He was accepted as his direct disciple, replacing Nodera Hengqiu.

Yagyu Sword God looked at him deeply, his face softened slightly, and he nodded slightly in approval.

Although Miyamoto Akihiro is not a disciple of the Sword God Palace, as one of the top three Onmyojis in Fuso, his strength is quite good. It shouldn't be difficult to kill that arrogant boy.

"Chinese people dare to be disrespectful to the Lord Sword God. I, Miyamoto Akihiro, will let you know how serious the consequences will be."

Miyamoto Akihiro was elated. When facing the Yagyu Sword God, he was respectful, but when facing Ding Ning, he showed his arrogance and said with an extremely arrogant smile, not forgetting to flatter the Yagyu Sword God.

"There is so much nonsense, even a bunch of cats and dogs dare to clamor. Since you want to die, I will send you on your way now."

Ding Ning looked at her watch impatiently: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry, I'm still waiting to pick up my wife."

The corners of the Fuso warriors' mouths couldn't help but twitch. Miyamoto Akihiro was crazy. This guy was even crazier than Miyamoto Akihiro. It was as if everyone was a lamb to be slaughtered and was not taken seriously by him at all.

"idiot!"

Miyamoto Akihiro was so angry that he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. Suddenly, his whole body emitted bursts of black energy and sinister winds, and a huge black snake with eight heads quickly condensed in the air, and it rushed towards Ding Ning with a ferocious look.

"Hiss, Yamata no Orochi? Miyamoto-sama actually used his strongest shikigami as soon as he came up. This is a quick battle."

"Haha, that boy is so arrogant. If I were Miyamoto-sama, I would kill him with one move as a warning to others."

"Arrogance also requires capital. This kid will soon become the nourishment of the shikigami."

"Miyamoto-sama is worthy of being one of the top three great onmyojis in Fuso. This shikigami has been fed by him into form and substance. I think Miyamoto-sama's ranking will take another step forward."

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When the Fuso warriors saw the huge eight-headed snake, they gasped and began to gloat about the misfortune. They seemed to have seen the scene where Ding Ning was swallowed by the eight-headed snake.

Even Xiahou Weiyang and Qu Wuyou clenched their fists, with solemn expressions on their faces, staring at the so-called Yamata no Orochi without blinking, ready to take action at any time.

Qisha looked at the terrifying black snake, cold sweat broke out on his nervous forehead, and the cold breath made his whole body shiver.

Ye Qingxuan was even more unbearable. Although she had broken through the Holy Martial Arts, women had an innate fear of these gods and monsters. She subconsciously leaned towards Qisha, looking at Ding Ning with eyes full of worry. color.