The Sword Dynasty

He has the pursuit of the goal that these young talents of Changling can't imagine, and they have experience of practice that they can't understand at all, so he can already be sure of it with the power of the first dull shock. One must be the most outstanding body strength.

As for the other person, it must be one of Zhang Yi, Su Qin and Nan Gong Cai.

There will be a wound between the two tigers, and this is a rare opportunity for him.

So he draped the already dried clothes with the fastest speed, and even did not eat the rest of the barbecue, and flew in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on the viewing platform were deeply attracted by the battle between He Chaoxi and Nangong Cai, but some people noticed the change of Ding Ning at the moment.

Such as Xie Rou.

She is somewhat difficult to understand.

When she wants to come, at this time, Ding Ning, who is very weak compared to these strong ones, isn’t it better to hide and stay away from the battle. What did he do with such fast speed?

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The battle between Nangong Cai and He Chaoxi is not over yet.

In a smoky dust, the arms kept shaking, and the Nangong picks with tearing wounds on their palms stood up again.

Every robes in her robes turned red and began to drop blood.

She looked at the day in the mist in front of her.

She knows that she can't beat Ho Ching-hsien in terms of her physical strength and the true Yuan exercises she has done.

But she still wants to try again.

Because even the practitioners who have reached the realm of the real thing can't become a small pond that gathers the strength of the heavens and earth in the Sacrifice Canyon, and can't supplement the real yuan.

If the real elements of both sides are exhausted, then the only factors that determine the outcome are pure physical strength and sword skills, as well as real combat experience.

She wants to see if her sword skills and real combat experience are strong.

So she spit out a bit of blood mixed with some mud, and looked at He Chaoxi and said: "Your real yuan should be running low. The sword below will let everyone solve the real yuan."

He Chaoxi’s brow jumped slightly.

The strength of Nangong's picking did not exceed his expectations, but her will and determination to win was completely beyond his expectations.

However, of course he will not be afraid of this challenge.

He took a deep breath, was silent, and once again crossed the sword, but unlike the previous two, he began to take the initiative and began to rush.

The glory that he cultivated not only has the power of transformation between the glory and the glory, but also the real elements stored in the sea are more than the ordinary practice, plus his powerful physical strength, even if he does not use the real yuan, He can also defeat most of the practitioners in the second world, so he has the confidence to harvest on the first day.

Just because there are still the existence of Zhang Yi and Su Qin, he still wants to leave a little real element. At this moment, he wants to rely on physical strength as much as possible to cope with the challenge of Nangong mining.

His explosive power is amazing. The place where his feet landed is a pit, just a sprint of more than ten feet. He has already brought a horrible wind in front of him.

Large tracts of fallen leaves were rolled up by the winds of his body, forming a moving deciduous wall.

The yellow sword in his hand went forward.

It seems that the storm is not shocking, but there is a hot meaning to spread out on the sword front.

A line of fire fell on the wall formed by the numerous falling leaves in front of him.

A bang.

The fire borrowed from the wind, and countless flying leaves burned fiercely.

Under the compression of his sword, countless leaves that have been completely burned are compressed in a small space, and the heat collides for a moment, generating more pressure and spurring stronger power.

Many disciples of the Qingtian Jianyuan understand where this sword comes from.

"The dead wood fires", this is one of the Qingjian swordsmen's dead wood swords.

The dead wood sword is also one of the highest swords in the Qingteng Academy.

He Zhenxi is not only the best of the Qingyuan swordsmanship, but the sword he repaired is also the highest in the Qingteng swordyard.

On the viewing platform, Gu Xichun’s brows were slightly stunned, and He’s performance at the moment even made him feel the hidden threat.

Seeing the sudden formation of the fire group, Nangong Caiyu hesitated a little, but in the next moment, her eyes became firm.

In spite of the pain of breaking the flesh and the hilt of the hilt, she grips the hilt more tightly.

She put all the real elements in her body into her own two swords.

The fish-patterned iron sword squirmed out from her right hand and greeted the yellow-yellow sword with a group of fires that were about to explode.

A force is constantly erupting on the sword.

Just a sword, but like countless waves are slamming, like countless swords.

This is what she is best at, purely pursuing a fierce and sturdy sword.

A bang.

The countless burning dead leaves turned into countless tiny fires, and the compressed fireballs finally burst at this time.

The straight fish-shaped iron sword suddenly stopped in countless Mars, and with the long yellow sword slamming on it with a blazing airflow, the iron sword bends again and can no longer stay in the hands of the master, tilting The top is swirling out.

The sword of the sword, the sword of the South Palace, the sword of the fish, and the heart of He Chaoxi’s heart sank.

A fierce whistling from the lips of the Nangong pick, he felt a tyrannical force, pressed against his sword again.

This is another small sword of Nangong Cai.

However, at this moment, this sword is also a fierce sword.

He shook his head helplessly, and the remaining real elements in the body could not be retained into the sword in his hand.

A strong hit on the sword of the left hand.

The Nangong pick that has already been prepared leaps to the back side, while the five fingers are slightly loose, and then rises again, and once again clenched!

A lot of blood was scattered between the hilt and her palm.

She still holds the sword in her hand.

However, at this time, she saw He Zhaoxi lifted her head.

His whole body is also swaying, but his knees are slightly bent, but his body has not retreated.

The long yellow sword in his hand only paused in the air for a moment, and he came straight to her like electricity.

Nangong picks up the sword and forcibly squats.

There was a shock.

Her sword still didn't let go, but the yellow-yellow sword light was cut between her waist and her shoulder.

Her waist was flushed like a note, and her robes were wet.

Nangong picks a sigh and screams backwards.

Her sorrow at the moment is not because of pain, but because of her strong unwillingness and helplessness.

She has succeeded in compelling for the future, and even the real elements that I want to save are used. However, it is still a short line. In the end, the slight difference in power still makes her movement slower than He’s eve, and it is impossible to seal the sword of He Chaoxi. .

At this moment, the sword injury on the waist side is not serious, and it is not deep. However, if it is to continue fighting, it will not be able to deal with the wound at all. A large amount of blood loss will completely defeat her and even fall into a coma.

He is going to move again.

It is because of the respect for the Nangong pick, so he is no longer ready to let Nangong pick up the battle.

However, at this time, a sound that was obviously accompanied by severe asthma sounded: "When I came in, I told you that I just ran away, you have to fight so."

On the viewing platform, Xie Changsheng’s eyes followed the body of Nangong’s picking. As the blood of Nangong’s picks grew, his appearance became more and more tense. Until then, he suddenly discovered the distance from Nangong. Not far from He Chaoxi, there was more than one person. After seeing the figure of the man, he suddenly screamed with an extremely ugly face. "Ding Ning ran here to make fun!"

At this time, Nangong Cai also judged from the voice who the coming person was, her face initially had some surprises, but immediately became angry, her voice almost simultaneously with the cry of Xie Changsheng: "Ding Ning , have you arrived in this area? What are you doing!"

"What did Ding Ning do here, is he still thinking that it is cheap?"

Many people on the viewing platform have just seen the arrival of Ding Ning at this time, and they have such an idea in mind.

"I am coming to be cheap." The thoughts that emerged in their minds, Ding Ning has already said this sentence.

He looked at Nangong Cai and He Zhaoxi, and he took it for granted: "Now a real yuan is exhausted, is it a bad hit, isn't the best time to be cheap?"

Nangong’s picking horror still wants to say something, but Ding Ning looked at her calmly and said: “If you still don’t stop bleeding, I am afraid that even the teachers of your Qingteng Academy will force you to interrupt your trial. I don't think it will be cheap."

Nangong Cai stayed, she still could not understand Ding Ning's behavior at the moment, but after she bite her teeth, she began to stop bleeding quickly.

Because no matter what happens next, if she does not stop the blood, the teacher of the Qingteng Academy will immediately come to terminate her trial.

"Do you want to help her?" He Zhaoxi, who has been silent since Ding Ning appeared, saw what he was doing and looked at Ding Ning.

Ding Ning shook his head: "This rule is not allowed."

He Chaoxi ignored the words he said, seriously looked at his eyes and the residual sword on the waist side, whispered: "I am very happy that she has friends like you, but you are too weak."

Hearing the conversation between the two people, Nangong Cai screamed in anger: "Ding Ning, I don't have to take care of you, you run away!"

"Shut up, save some effort, otherwise I will solve you first."

Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned around and looked at He Xixi.

"I haven’t played, how do you know if you can’t win?”

He calmly said.

The face of Nangong Cai was originally ugly, and I would like to have a shot on Ding Ning. However, Ding Ning’s words and tone at the moment made her suddenly stop.

"And it’s coming, with my speed and strength, I can’t escape if I want to escape.”

But then, Ding Ning spoke out a sentence, but it made her eyes black, almost rushed.