"I have long wanted to come to teach you. Now that you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you..." Jinlin’s mouth showed a hint of sorrow, and a blue-sworded sword in the hand had been shot at Ningcheng. Watermark advertising test watermark advertising test

When Jianying had just shot out, it was still a blue-sworded sword. After the moment, Ningcheng completely formed a wave of sword waves.

Ning Cheng immediately knew that Jin Lin was stronger than all the monks he had played on this stage before. And the other side's sword wave is a bit similar to his axe. This kind of corrugated real-life killing is the most difficult to form. Ning Cheng has a deep understanding of the axe, and obviously understands this.

At the same moment, Ning Cheng’s broken stun gun shook, and Xuan Bing’s thirty-six swordsman slammed out.

"Oh..." The intensive killing and screaming sounds rushed out on the ring, and the dense sword pattern fell on the gunman net formed by the thirty-six guns of Ningcheng Xuanbing, and could no longer enter.

Ning Cheng’s gunman net can block his sword, and Jinlin can’t believe it. Between his real crazy agitation, the sword pattern waved to the Ningcheng gunman net.

"Boom..." The sword wave finally burst open, and the Ningcheng's Xuanbing 36 guns net was completely torn. The powerful real yuan counterattacks, let Jin Lin fall back a few steps.

Ning Cheng did not move, and there was some admiration for the power of Jinlin. The general Xuan Dan monk can cultivate to the level of Jinlin. If there are few opponents in the same stage, it is not an exaggeration.

Jin Lin’s face changed. He’s been so crazy and agitated with the sword wave that there is no way to shake Ning Cheng. This Ningcheng is really terrible. It can be seen that Jiang Jun and the elders of Huading said that it is right. The strength of Ningcheng is definitely stronger than him.

"Take me another sword..."

In Jinlin's speech, the blue sword in his hand went straight down, and the blue sword brought up a dozen swordsmanship. The power of this swordsman seems to be to open the entire ring, and everything under this sword. Will be turned into a powder by the sword.

A **** spurt out from the top of Jinlin’s head. Even a fool knows that Jinlin’s sword has exploded its own potential, even at the expense of burning blood. It can be seen that he will not kill Ning Cheng in his heart, and he will never give up.

"Give me a break..." The huge swordsman was still in the air. Jinlin’s imposing sighs again. He has profoundly experienced the power of Ning Cheng. Knowing that you don’t come up with a killer, you can’t take Ningcheng.

"Hey. Boom...." The blue swordsman slammed into the gunman's net that Ningcheng had just condensed, and made a cracking explosion.

Xuanbing thirty-six guns were smashed, and Ningcheng was driven by this sword of burning blood, stepping back a few steps. However, at this time, the blue-sworded swordsman did not dim down. Instead, it stretches again and widens. The violent swords that swept down seemed to have to stop Ning Cheng as a piece of debris.

Ning Cheng was furious, he did not look at Jin Lin, this guy actually thought that burning the blood can kill him.

The broken stun gun trembled and made a burst of whispering whispers. Some monks who were trained as high-powered people understood that the choking of the Ningcheng Broken Xuan Gun was not only triggered by the guns. There are some cracks on the tip of the gun. If there is no crack in the gun, the strength of the gun will be more than doubled.

"Boom..." Xuanbing gun slammed on the fallen indigo sword mans, bringing a burst of violent real yuan vortex.

Jinlin’s chest was blocked and the real yuan rolled down. A blood can no longer resist the direct spray. When he saw that Ning Cheng did not retreat in half, and the long gun in his hand once again condensed into a gun blade, a heart immediately sank.

At this moment, he has fully understood that he is not a little bit worse than Ning Cheng, but not at a level, just like the gap between Xuan Dan and Yuan Soul. Although he was evaluated ninth, in his heart, even if he was ranked third, he was not necessarily better than him. And he, even with Ning Cheng has such a big gap.

When I think of the gap between Xuandan and Yuanshen, Jinlin’s heart is cold, how is this possible? Is this person hiding in the repair? Already a monk of the Yuan Dynasty, but it is hidden in the realm of Xuandan?

Just at the moment when his thoughts changed, the rifle had already come to Jinlin's eyebrows, just like passing through a layer of window paper.

The feelings of despair and fear surged into the heart of Jinlin, and this emotion instantly sank with a kind of darkness, disappearing without a trace.

"Oh." Jin Lin's body was like a pile of burlap on the ground.

Silence around, although everyone does not know the rules, it is very clear, no matter which level of competition, the more you look at the back. Now the Xuan Dan territory game has only just begun, it is so wonderful. One of the top ten sects, the ninth monk in the preliminary evaluation of the Red Star Swordsman was shot and killed.

A moment of silence, accompanied by a burst of warm screams and applause. The monks watching the battle will not care who you are. They want to see the blood and the excitement.

Tang Guangxi, the elder of the Red Star Swordsman, clenched his fists and wished to go to the stage to kill Ning Cheng. The Red Star Swordsmen entered the preliminary round with a total of two Xuan Dan monks, the least among the top ten sects. But now these two Xuan Dan monks were all killed by Ning Cheng.

"Tiandaomen was cold and came to teach..." The cold-smelling that just went down actually went down the second time.

This is something that could not have happened in the previous big ratio, and it has appeared. Now, not only Ning Cheng disregards the tacit understanding of the game, but other Zongmen also began to ignore this tacit understanding.

Everyone knows that the strongest final of Xuan Danjing has already started in advance. The behavior of Ning Cheng caused dissatisfaction with the other masters of the Xuan Dan. This dissatisfaction was only solved through the stage.

Whoever has a big fist, whoever speaks.

"I just came up, you are going down. I hope that you will not go on this time, lest you come up next time, I will come up." The cold voice is cold and murderous.

Ning Cheng smiled slightly. "You look at yourself. I am afraid that no one will dare to challenge me any more. Since you can't get the 80th in any case, you don't have to go down for a while, and it's too much trouble."

"Hurricane..." Coldly sneered, at the same time, his hand shook slightly.

Ning Cheng did not see any magic weapon, nor did he see anything that was concealed. However, he could feel a kind of icy cold and shrouded him.

At this time, the powerful role of Ning Cheng’s gods was reflected. If there was a filament that was already like a long knife, the waist was rolled over to Ningcheng.

Such a powerful killing, Ning Cheng certainly is the strength equivalent to the late monks of the Yuan Soul, once caught by this thin line, is also the formation of two halves.

Ning Cheng’s heart is a glimpse, and sure enough, no monk can look down. Cold shackles are just a monk of the Xuan Dan, and they can sacrifice such a magic weapon that even the general gods can't catch. This guy has the strength of the early days of the dollar, this is definitely a master who can overcome the challenge.

Once Ning Cheng seriously dealt with the cold, even if there are a few cold, it is not enough to kill.

The cold silk has not yet reached two, Ning Cheng's broken Xuan gun has already caught the thin line, while the broken Xuan gun in Ning Cheng's hand has been scrolled several times.

The thin line that could not be detected even by the gods was instantly wrapped in Ning Cheng’s broken gun and rolled away. Even if it is cold and forcible to use his knowledge to recover his magic weapon, it is mud into the sea, no news.

Suddenly there was a space for killing around the cold, and his heart became cold in an instant. Ning Cheng took his best spirit with a broken Chinese spirit, and trapped him. At this time, it would be easy for Ning Cheng to kill him. He did not have half-resistance.

How can a Xuan Dan monk be able to take advantage of this? Even in the hands of the Yuanshi monks, he can communicate with his own empty fog line. Now that his empty fog line was taken away by Ning Cheng, he could not communicate. It’s ridiculous when he came to power, he still thought about how to teach Ning Cheng a meal, and then said to Ning Cheng in a cold, looking at the face of Li Lingfan’s brother, I will not kill you, don’t take yourself too seriously.

But at this time, he felt that things were completely opposite. At this moment, he did not dare to move. He knew that Ning Cheng would kill him at this time, and he had no way at all. He can only listen to his fate and wait for Ning Cheng’s decision.

"Look at Li Lingfan's face, I won't kill you, go on." Ning Cheng plainly said what he wanted to say before he was cold. He let go of the cold, but the cold magic weapon emptied the fog line, he did not return.

The cold face turned gray and went down the stage, and there was no more arrogance before.

"How is it possible? Cold lost?"

“Cold 煜 is the third place in the evaluation of Xuan Dan’s preliminary contest. How can it be lost? And it’s so easy to lose?”

"There is nothing impossible. I can only say that this Ningcheng is even more powerful than everyone thinks. Let's guess, the following is the second-ranking lyrical disciple, Deng Yuyue, or the first-ranked disciple of Qianchan Academy. Nie Xingxian?"

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A beautiful girl in the sensational Taoist was pulled by another female practitioner. "Yueyue Shimei, you are not an opponent of Ningcheng, don't go up. And Ningcheng has a life-saving grace for me, maybe it will be reflected later. You don’t want to go to the stage with the lover of the butterfly master."

"Yes, step sister." The girl named Step Eyebrows did not move again after one sentence.

"The thousands of disciples disciples Nie Xingxian came to teach Ning Xiong Gao Zhao ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ a head of a few fragrant monks fell on the platform.

Ning Cheng looked puzzled and said Nie Xingxian, "You are a monk, a monk?"

Nie Xingxian touched his head in a thick voice. "Yes, I am a monk."

"Since it is a monk, why do you want to come up and fight for strength?" Ning Cheng asked, if it was before, he would certainly not be nonsense. Now Ning Cheng knows that even if he defeated Nie Xingxian, he would not be able to get eighty. As for Nie Xingxian’s hands-on, it doesn’t matter.

"That is also true." Nie Xingxian returned with a thick and honest sentence, and the next moment he had already sacrificed a stalk of gray. The Zen stick brought a tens of sticks and flew to Ningcheng.

Ning Cheng did not expect Nie Xingxian to look very honest, but so shameless.

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