The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

Looking at Ning Zhongze walking on the field, Taoist Xushan curled his lips in disdain.

If Yue Zhuoqun took action himself, he would still take it seriously.

After all, in Yi Lin's explanation, Yue Zhuoqun once broke his sword by two inches with one finger out of thin air, which made him alert.

Ning Zhongze's words were just a woman.

She looked elegant but weak, how could she withstand his Yin-Yang Grinding Palm Power?

But Ning Zhongze's next move broke his defense on the spot.

Ning Zhongze stood in the field, without even holding his sword, nor making any starting moves, and said calmly: "Use your Yin-Yang Grinding, and attack me with all your strength!"

"What did you say?!!" Taoist Xushan thought he had heard it wrong.

"I said you attack me with all your strength!"

"You're looking for death!"

I've seen conceited people, but I've never seen someone as conceited as this.

Taoist Xushan was furious. He didn't care whether the other party was a woman or not. He waved his palms and jumped to hit Ning Zhongze.

Boom!

The wind was howling in the hall, and everyone's clothes were blown up. The power of his palm was much stronger than when he dealt with Yu Canghai.

Many people subconsciously grabbed the armrests of the chairs, worried about Ning Zhongze.

However, Ning Zhongze didn't even change his eyes. When Taoist Xushan rushed in front of him, his right hand drew a semicircle on his chest.

Buzz!

The icy internal force overflowed and turned into a transparent vortex, covering Taoist Xushan's hands.

Taoist Xushan's eyes flashed with light intuitively, and the palm power of Yin and Yang could no longer advance a bit, as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

Crack, crack, crack!

There was a sharp pain in both arms, and they turned uncontrollably, just like someone grabbed his wrists and twisted them savagely.

He felt a chill in his heart, and stomped his feet hard on the ground. With the help of the recoil force, he exerted force on his waist, turned around in the air for several weeks, and finally resolved the twisting force.

However, before he could stand still, a twisting force in the opposite direction once again wrapped around his arms.

He wanted to repeat the trick and do another somersault in the opposite direction, but the inertia of his body had not been removed, and he was completely unable to deal with it.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, his shoulders were dislocated on the spot.

However, he was also ruthless. He endured the severe pain and kicked the vortex light ball with his legs in a series of attacks, pulling his arms out.

"Brother Mu, come and help me!"

He never dared to look down on Ning Zhongze again, let alone be arrogant, and called Mu Gaofeng for help.

"Here it comes!"

Mu Gaofeng shouted in a low voice, swinging his crutches and hitting Ning Zhongze's shoulders.

Taoist Xushan took advantage of the situation to retreat. He leaned down, supported himself with his palms, and suddenly turned his body to exert force.

Crack!

He actually reset his dislocated arm in this way, and then rushed forward again to fight Ning Zhongze with Mu Gaofeng.

Both of them were first-class strength, and their joint attack only made Ning Zhongze a little flustered for a moment, and soon stabilized.

Mingyu Gong was activated, and the icy internal force roared.

With both sleeves waving, Mingyu Gong activated the move of moving flowers and jade, and the icy internal force evolved into spiral energy, dissolving the attacks of the two one by one.

Her already delicate skin was added with a touch of snow-white, and her posture was moving, like a peerless fairy dancing, no matter her posture or moves, they were extremely beautiful.

Everyone in the hall was dazzled.

The older generation was fine, as they were too proud of their status to stare at Ning Zhongze's figure often, and they were more concerned about her martial arts.

The younger disciples were not so focused, and it was difficult for them to look away, with admiration on their faces.

Ning Zhongze had already practiced Mingyu Gong to the seventh level, and her appearance had returned to that of a young girl. Her temperament was even more extraordinary, and it was not an exaggeration to call her a fairy.

These younger disciples were at the age of full blood and vigor, and it was inevitable that they would have a feeling of admiration when they saw her like this.

But when they thought that Ning Zhongze was already Yue Buqun's wife, they felt as if they had been stabbed by a sword, and their teeth were about to break with envy.

Yi Lin, who was standing behind Master Dingyi, also stared straight, but soon turned her head to look at Yue Zhuoqun, and the word "immortal couple" suddenly emerged in her mind.

She couldn't help but pull Ding Yi's sleeve and whispered, "Master, how old are Uncle Yue and Aunt Ning now?"

"Your Uncle Yue is not much younger than me, and Aunt Ning should be eight or nine years younger than me!"

Ding Yi answered subconsciously.

Just seeing Yi Lin's eyes glancing at Yue Zhuoqun from time to time, he was immediately alert and warned seriously:

"Yilin, don't be fooled by their looks.

These two people are of the same generation as me. I don't know what Taoist magic they used to regain their youth. In fact, they are all little old men and little old women."

Yilin stuck out her tongue and laughed at what her master said. How could this be associated with little old men and little old women!

"Master'sThat's too much of an exaggeration."

"That's not an exaggeration at all!" Ding Yi glared at her: "Master Yue saved you, you should naturally keep that in mind.

But as a senior master, he won't ask you to repay anything, so don't think too much.

If you really want to repay, it's up to the master to find a way to repay, you just need to recite the sutras and practice well."

"Oh!" Yi Lin responded sullenly, not quite understanding what the master meant, but still couldn't help glancing in the direction of Yue Zhuoqun.

The scene of Yue Zhuoqun descending from the sky and saving her from the tiger's mouth in Hengshan left an indelible impression on her.

"Don't look around, your Master Yue will think you're impolite! "Ding Yi, who had a headache, could only scare her with such words.

Yilin really shrank her head and turned her eyes back to the battle in the field, and never dared to sneak a peek at Yue Zhuoqun again.

The battle in the field has reached the moment of deciding the winner, or more accurately, the moment when Ning Zhongze is ready to end the battle.

She spread her arms, and the spiral energy turned into two streams, one covering the palm of Taoist Xushan, and the other covering Mu Gaofeng's wooden stick.

She drew her hands to the middle, and the two attacks on her instantly changed direction.

Taoist Xushan's Yin-Yang grinding palm power slapped Mu Gaofeng's hunchback, and Mu Gaofeng's wooden stick hit Taoist Xushan's shoulder.

Bang!

Puff~

Taoist Xushan's left shoulder was smashed to pieces, and his body flew seven or eight meters away, falling heavily to the ground.

Mu Gaofeng's high humped back was broken, and the fishy liquid splashed.

"You die! "

Mu Gaofeng roared, and used his inner strength to carry the liquid and splashed it at Ning Zhongze.

It turned out that there was another secret behind his hunchback. There was a poison sac hidden under his clothes, filled with highly toxic liquid.

The poison sac was accidentally broken by Taoist Xushan, and he took the opportunity to spray the poison at Ning Zhongze.

Ning Zhongze's eyes flashed with disgust, and before the poison reached him, he once again activated the skill of Yihua Jieyu, and condensed the poison into a ball in the air.

Puff~

With a push of his palm, the ball of poison flew back and all fell on Mu Gaofeng's face.

"Ah~"

Mu Gaofeng screamed and frantically wiped his cheek with his hands, but the rotten flesh and blood were all pulled off, which was creepy to see.

"Antidote... antidote! "

He reached into his bosom and took out a bottle, intending to raise his head and swallow it.

Ning Zhongze would never let him succeed, so he raised his hand and struck out from thin air.

Bang!

Mu Gaofeng's chest collapsed, and he fell straight to the ground, dying.