Soul Emperor Martial God

"Miss Water, do you want to...?" The old man's eyes were cold.

"No need." Shui Ninghan chuckled, "A group of locusts and ants, before they die, they will finally struggle a bit."

Hundreds of elites will form an instant formation.

A whole number of tens of thousands of strong, moving together, body and method mysterious.

But only after a few breaths.

Suddenly, exclaimed.

"How could it be possible that Yuanli can't be shared, and the large array of joint attacks will break without attack."

After a few more breaths, there were more and more exclaims.

"Damn it, my Zhao family's Changbai Combat Technique is in its own line, and the clansmen have an incomparable combination of strengths. How can they reject each other and keep chaos now."

"No, how can the old man's vitality be disordered."

"..."

Exclaimed, unbelievable words after another.

Hundreds of elites indeed move extremely fast, ending in an instant.

However, the combined strikes could not be launched at all.

The warriors of each family are connected to each other and mysteriously.

But now, it seems that there are ‘breaks’ in each of these closely connected roads, and the big array is self-defeating.

Patriarch Meng's face changed, "It's a big formation under our feet."

"What's the matter, what a weird formation."

Murong Patriarch's face was cold, "There are hundreds of formations under his feet, all of which are different, but they don't seem to be very powerful."

Patriarch Su's face was gloomy, "It's not how strong these big formations are."

"You guys don't have to continue trying, we can't start the combined attack of our families."

The faces of the Patriarchs around him changed drastically, and they all looked forward to the cold water.

At this moment, Shui Ninghan, covering his mouth and chuckling, he didn't have any irritability, and he didn't even bother with the chaotic hundreds of powerful people.

"What's the matter?" A group of Patriarchs looked at Patriarch Su one after another.

Patriarch Su looked directly at Shui Ninghan and said coldly, "Miss Shui, as it is said, countless means and unfathomable."

"Miss Water, master our hundred schools of martial arts."

"The big formation you have laid under our feet is not that strong, but it just happens to be able to target the flaws of our hundreds of methods."

"Yes." Shui Ninghan chuckled, "Su Cheng is a know-how, and Patriarch Su seems to know a lot."

"The art of combined attack requires interlocking."

"But your combined attack technique is full of flaws in my eyes, so it is impossible to synthesize it."

"How is it possible." A Patriarch said angrily, "Our hundred schools of martial arts inheritance, combined attack methods, how can you be a little girl proficient in all?"

"Nothing is impossible." Shui Ninghan smiled lightly and waved his hand.

Wow...

The aura of the formations broke out again.

"The Five Elements Magic Array of the Heavenly Secret Hall?"

"The Mo Yuan formation of the Black Demon Palace?"

Patriarch Meng's pupils shrank, "What a terrifying array of accomplishments, it's no wonder that you can lay down so many large arrays silently, without hiding from our hundreds of strong."

"Okay." Shui Ninghan shook his head, "The little girl does not intend to continue to be polite with you."

"Say something serious."

Shui Ninghan's smile dissipated in an instant, replaced by a touch of coldness.

"Surrender, or... die!"

The faces of the patrons changed drastically.

Clang... In the air, there was a sudden clang.

A sword that pierced the air suddenly stabbed out of Shui Ninghan a few steps away, and took Shui Ninghan's throat straight away.

"Smelly woman, want us to surrender? You are not qualified."

Sword, extremely fast, with the ultimate killing intent.

"Looking for death." The old man's face was cold.

Shui Ninghan waved his hand, "No need."

Qiang... Jianming, but stopped.

The sharp sword was easily gripped by a pair of Bai Zhe's fingers.

"Seven kills Lingyun?" Shui Ninghan chuckled, "This is one of the famous seven kills, kill the shadow."

"Sure enough, it can erupt silently from my side, like a phantom."

"Smelly woman, you are less proud." Murong Lingyun's face was cold.

"Second kill, no shadow."

Swish...wish...wish...wish...

Seven figures in a row, condensed at the same time.

Seven sharp swords in a row blocked the Quartet, taking the water straight away.

Shui Ninghan still only chuckled, moving his fingertips lightly.

Wow...the water shines all around.

Water light, self-condensing like a mirror, the water is illusory and unclear inside.

Qiang...Seven sword shadows arrived at the same time, but they met and disappeared.

"Not good." Murong Lingyun's expression changed drastically as he watched his sword shadow attack him.

Shui Ninghan hadn't made many moves, but only a few methods let his kendo methods collapse one by one.

"Five kills, Tian Ni."

Boom... Mu Rong Lingyun's aura suddenly increased, which was also a huge increase in strength.

"Six kills, break through the air."

No more contempt in Murong Lingyun's eyes, all means came out.

The sharp sword smashed into space and smashed the illusion of water and light, hitting Shui Ninghan's throat directly.

Upon seeing Shui Ninghan, her eyes suddenly became cold, and the shattered space was instantly illusory as she stared at it.

"Huh? Seven kills, Ye Blade." Murong Lingyun shouted violently, his face instantly pale, but his sword power suddenly increased dozens of times.

This sword is amazing.

Shui Ninghan frowned for the first time, "Although the sword is strong, it is quite a bull. The sword heart is still uncontrollable and useless."

Boom... Sharp sword stabbed Shui Ninghan suddenly.

Wow... the water falls all over the ground.

Shui Ninghan was unharmed.

What Murong Lingyun stabbed was just a phantom body.

"Fool." Su Cheng's expression changed, "Seven Kills are not a method you can use today."

"Damn it."

Qiang...It is also a sword sound.

"Heavenly Fate, Suan Nian." Su Cheng held the Heavenly Fate Sword and burst into a sudden.

At the moment the momentum exploded, Su Cheng, who looked like Young Master Pianpian, had white hair instantly.

"Demon Sovereign breath?" Shui Ninghan squinted.

"Six kills, break through the air."

"Seven kills, night blade."

The same words uttered in Su Chengkou.

The same sword power was also played in the Su Chengtian Yuan Jian.

Shui Ninghan took a step back slowly, and moments of time flowed in his eyes.

Cang...

Two sharp swords collided.

It was a sword that hit Shui Ninghan, but it hit Murong Lingyun back.

The two fought fiercely.

On the side, Shui Ninghan stood with his hands behind him.

In the distance, Meng Piao Piao narrowed her eyes, "Meng Dao?"

Boom... a misty brilliance, instantly vented.

"Wake up." Meng Piao Piao shouted violently.

"Heh." Shui Ninghan chuckled lightly.

After tens of interest.

Meng Piaopiao spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Shui Ninghan shook his head, "Mengzi's dream skills are no worse than that of the little girl."

"Do you know where you lost?"

Meng Piaopiao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and frowned.

Shui Ninghan smiled in the spring breeze, "My dream is more gorgeous, more illusory, more comfortable, and more people to linger and sink in."

"My dreams are more silent, more beautiful, and even more indistinguishable between true and false."

The voice fell.

Shui Ninghan waved his hand.

"puff."

"puff."

"puff."

Three vomiting blood sounded at the same time.

Su Cheng, Murong Lingyun, and dreams fluttered all together, spewing out blood, and they were bombarded.

These three people are considered to be the three most outstanding arrogances in the world.

But in Shui Ninghan's hands, it was like a plaything, vulnerable.

The three of them were so easily defeated by a young woman of the same age as them.

"Now, are you qualified? Giggles." Shui Ninghan smiled and looked at the three of them.

The three of them looked ugly and didn't speak.

"What about you?" Shui Ninghan looked at the top one hundred.

"Surrender or die?"

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Third more.

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