Monster eyes, silver with ink, pure snow sword, white and flawless, Mu Qianshang has a sword in his hand, the world mourns for him, the ink-white sword flows, every sword is painted between heaven and earth, painted Cage, sleepy and locked.
Ning Chen bullied himself up, swiped his sword fingers lightly, a touch of silver brilliance circulated, opened a cage, and the sword qi burst out.
Mu Qianshang turned sideways, and with a loud bang, a sword mark of several meters was drawn on the ground behind him.
The merciless two people, their moves are both killer moves, quick moves, dangerous moves, brilliant battles, and the eyes are dazzled by their attention.
Ning Chen didn't draw his sword, the Dayin Qingque sword was still in its sheath, however, as the two-fingered sword energy swept across, rocks were still splashing, and the ground shook.
The snow sword in Mu Qianshang's hand was also invincible, and the ink-white streamer swept out from the tip of the sword, causing the world to lose its color.
The two powers collided with each other, and the sound of resounding sound was endless, the sword finger shook the famous sword, the mountain shook, the void trembled violently, and it had reached the limit of space tolerance.
People who are in the realm of the ninth-rank, even if they are in the most extreme of the ninth-rank, feel a strong pressure at this moment, facing the two people in front of them, they are in vain.
From a distance, Su Feiyan watched this world-shattering battle, her beautiful face couldn't hide her amazement. The power of Daxia Zhiminghou is well known, but no one can fully understand it without seeing it with his own eyes.
"Miss, if one day we and Zhiminghou become enemies, can we stop him?" Qiu Lan asked with a worried look on his face.
"It's hard" Su Feiyan honestly said.
Today's Marquis Zhiming is almost unstoppable under the innate, and the fifth string of the Chunlei Qin can only be plucked in the realm of innate.
What is even more terrifying is that now the Marquis of Ming Dynasty has not drawn his sword, which means that the battle has not yet reached its peak, and both of them still have spare strength.
On the other side, the third prince's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was also paying attention to this battle. An acquired invincible Marquis, he was worth trying to win over at all costs.
Force is not absolute, but absolute force is the guarantee of everything. There is no innate powerhouse in his hands, which is the biggest shortcoming. Although Zhiminghou is not innate, it is not far off.
In the imperial city, more and more people came out. It can be seen how much attention this battle is. In this battle for the throne, the existence of the Marquis Zhiming is always a variable. which step.
"Bright Moon in the Sky"
In the battlefield, the snow sword swayed, the white moon was bright, and a sword qi shot out from the sky. In this fast martial arts, a very beautiful sword mark was drawn.
Ning Chen took a step forward, his sword pointed to condensed Qi, and Shuanghua rose up in the sky, with a full-strength sword, condensed out.
With a bang, the two swords collided, the sky was sad and the earth was miserable, and the flying sand was frantic, and it was shocked by the height of ten feet.
The two took half a step back together, without stopping, their bodies disappeared, and another moment, it was an even more brutal confrontation.
Outside the battle, Qiu Lan looked puzzled and asked, "Miss, why is the Marquis of Zhiming so slow to draw his sword?"
Su Feiyan frowned and said softly, "It should be before the time, the opponent is the young master of Cijian Tiange, if you can't raise the sword to the peak, even if you draw the sword, it will not be useful. We haven't reached the peak yet, but it's coming soon."
At this moment, in the battlefield, Mo Bai Jianguang was stronger than another, the sword intent was finally completed, the mountains became water, and between the landscape ink paintings, the two people were surrounded by the scenery, and the scenery was transient.
"In this realm, you have no chance of winning"
The snow sword in Mu Qianshang's hand turned, and the sword's stance was even stronger than before. Between the gestures, a strong pressure was pressed down, which was so heavy that one could hardly breathe.
Ning Chen intuitively felt that the space around his body was stagnant. Before making a move, he slowed down by three points, and the ink white sword flowed over his body, and his right shoulder was dyed red in the blink of an eye.
"This young master of Cijian Tiange is really close to the innate." In the dark night in the distance, Duke Xiyu gently shook his feather fan and said slowly.
Next to him, Yin Moxiao nodded. He was also at the pinnacle of the ninth rank. He could clearly feel the looming innate aura in front of him. As long as there were no accidents, Mu Qianshang would soon step into the innate realm.
"These two people will be your strong opponents on the martial arts in the future, you have to be careful," Duke Xiyu reminded.
"Disciple understands, teacher, please rest assured," Yin Moxiao replied with a slight bend in the corner of his mouth.
On the battlefield, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. In the landscape of mountains and rivers, Mu Qianshang became stronger the more he fought. One move was stronger than the other, and the sword was faster than the sword. He was almost invincible.
The wounds on Ning Chen's body became more and more, and the blood spilled out, dyeing the red plain clothes, which was extremely dazzling.
The injured body did not cause Ning Chen any hesitation in his moves. The power of his palm shook the world, his sword fingers were black and white, his palm and sword were double-handed, nine points of attack and one point of defense.
The frowns of the outsiders are getting tighter and tighter, and everyone can see that the Marquis of Fate has begun to fall into the disadvantage, and the snow and snow can't hide the blood-stained clothes.
Finally, the snow sword pierced into the left shoulder, a sword into the body, and retreated several feet in a row, and the defeat was revealed.
Xia Ziyi came, saw this sword, and also saw the Great Yin Qingque Sword still hidden in the scabbard and yet to strike.
When everyone thought that Marquis Zhiming would be defeated, only Xia Ziyi's eyes were fixed on the trembling Dayin Qingque sword. He believed that Ning Chen would not be defeated until this sword came out.
"Shocking waves together"
Ning Chen pinched his fingers together, temporarily restraining the snow sword, flipped his left palm, and the stormy waves rose wildly, one wave higher than another, and the entire world was instantly turned into water.
In the landscape ink painting, the water moves, the white water gathers, and is pulled by the blue waves, forming a blue-white monstrous wave.
In the world of mountains and rivers, there is a sign of instability, and the black-colored mountain boulder collapses and falls.
Mu Qianshang's eyes froze, and he converged on the sky-shattering mountain.
With a loud bang, the world exploded in shock, the landscape ink painting shattered, and in the mad sand, Ning Chen took ten steps back, and before he could stand still, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Mu Qianshang took three steps back, the corners of his mouth turning red for the first time.
In the duel of this palm, Ning Chen was defeated, but he also successfully broke through the landscape world drawn by Xue Jian Jian Shi.
It's not right or wrong to trade injuries for moves, but it's the only way.
"This is the happiest battle since I learned swordsmanship, you deserve my all-out effort"
When the words fell, Mu Qianshang took a step forward, and the wind and clouds all over his body suddenly rolled around.
Innate power!
In this world, only the innate realm can mobilize the power of heaven and earth. The biggest difference between acquired and innate is this, mortals are irreversible, and no matter how strong the martial artist is, it is impossible to compete with the vast power of heaven and earth.
One step is innate, just like a fish leaping over a dragon gate, leaping past, a dragon roaring for nine days, unable to leap over, a fish swimming in the shoal.
The young master of the Cijian Tiange has already crossed most of his body. Even if he falls, he will fall to the other end of the Dragon Gate, and he will not fall into the mortal world again.
In the face of such a powerful enemy, Ning Chen smiled unexpectedly. In his life, the only fair battle, a terrifying opponent, made it difficult for him to hide the excitement in his heart.
People who cultivate martial arts, who doesn't want a fair fight, Ning Chen also wants to, but he can't.
In the past, he couldn't lose, so he could only use conspiracy calculations to strive for every victory. Victory was a necessity and a responsibility.
Today, the burden of victory has been lifted from his shoulders, and he can finally fight happily. It has nothing to do with other things, only the level of martial arts, how can he not laugh.
In the Weiyang Palace, a hundred miles away, Qing Ning saw this smile, her heart was inexplicably sour, and she said softly, "Niangniang, he smiled"
The eldest grandson was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed deeply, as long as he was happy.
"Keng"
The big Yin Qingque sword was unsheathed, the color of the world changed, and the frost covered the sky and the sky, the peak of the sword was unbearable, and a huge crack appeared, shocking people. Shocking.
Fighting intent, sword stance, Ning Chen's most peak moment in his life, and also the strongest moment, this sword will be the one that decides victory or defeat.
In the face of Ning Chen in the strongest state, Mu Qianshang did not dare to be careless, the snow sword held up to the sky, the wind and snow bloomed with poignant beauty, the blood light rose, and went straight to the clouds.
"Half-Day Redness Reflecting the River Moon"
Xeon's sword brought together the power of endless heaven and earth, and the bright moon paled at this moment, and the blood light completely concealed the elegance.
On the other side, Ning Chen also released the power of the double scrolls, the scroll of life, the scroll of the earth, and the heavenly power urged, in the monstrous blue waves, an unparalleled giant sword appeared, trembling for nine days and ten thousand gods.
"One Royal Storm Splits Thousands of Miles"
The giant sword slashed the sky and shattered the space. This sword shocked the world, crossed the boundaries of the acquired world, and infinitely approached the unattainable innate realm.
The two poles collided, the sky and the earth were robbed, the earth was unable to bear the huge force, and began to shake violently, and huge ravines appeared, spreading vertically and horizontally thousands of feet away.
The two people who flew upside down were dyed vermilion, and blood spurted out of their bodies, causing double damage.
The final move was still a tie-breaker. After Mu Qianshang landed, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and the snow sword plunged into the ground, stopping the retreat, and wanted to raise the sword to fight again.
However, at this moment, Mu Qianshang paused slightly, and a trace of regret flashed in his bewitching eyes.
"Ning Chen, this battle is over, I am waiting for you in the innate realm"
Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, and he had not yet tasted the meaning of those words, but when he saw the front, a pillar of ink and white light shot up into the sky, and the world was shocked.
In the dark night, the ink white color penetrated the sky and the earth, allowing everyone in the world to see this amazing scene.
"innate"
The unmistakable innate vision, powerful and heavy, dyed the entire sky inky white.
Ning Chen regained his senses, his face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he came to Mu Qianshang in an instant.
Almost at the same time, in the dark place, three palms shot out, carrying the momentum of thunder, and crashed down.
Ning Chen, who was seriously injured at the end of the powerful crossbow, forcibly improved his final strength, walked with the sword, and blocked the power of the three palms.
"boom"
The aftermath screamed, his hair dyed red, and Ning Chen, who was under the strong crossbow, how could he resist the full force of the three peaks of the ninth rank.
The Mobai beam of light behind him became more and more brilliant. In the beam of light, Mu Qianshang closed his eyes, his consciousness was locked, and he tried his best for a day.
"With this Marquis here, today, no one can take half a step over the pond!" The sword that twisted the ground kept trembling, and Ning Chen stood in front of Mu Qianshang, shouldering the burden of life and death again.