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Chapter 162 The Swordsman’s Edge
The seventh prince challenges Ning Yijian.
Watching the two people get on the ring, the square in Nuoda suddenly became quiet.
Those present were either disciples of the Shenxing Sect or important figures in Nanlin County. They were all familiar with the Seventh Prince and Ning Yijian, so they were looking forward to this battle very much.
Ning Yijian, the third person on the last Divine Star Ranking of the Divine Star Sect, has a high prestige in the sect, is very powerful, and belongs to the older generation.
The Seventh Prince, the most outstanding son of King Nanlin, has already understood the meaning of the spear in the martial arts realm. His talent is extraordinary and he is the most outstanding among his peers. He is the most dazzling genius in Nanlin County.
From the surface, it seems that the seventh prince who later joined the Divine Star Sect is not as old as Ning Yijian, and his cultivation time is much different. But the seventh prince's talent is too strong. Not only has he understood the meaning of the spear, he has now reached the third level of Wuzong, and his cultivation is the best among his peers.
Therefore, the seventh prince has the greatest chance of victory, but there is no guarantee that Ning Yijian has no hidden tricks. After all, he was the last peak of the inner sect, and he had been training in the military for many years. He had experienced countless deaths and had no rich combat experience.
In short, the duel between the two of them must be very exciting. Everyone watched the battle carefully with their eyes wide open for fear of missing any exciting moment.
"Haha, I didn't expect that the seventh prince's cultivation level would improve so quickly. It seems that King Nanlin has invested a lot of money. Who do you think can win in this battle between him and Ning Yijian?" Lang Tianjiao said lazily. He sat down He was very confident in the first chair. Even though Ning Yijian and the Seventh Prince showed strong cultivation, he didn't care.
Ye Tian secretly glanced at this guy and wondered, where did this guy get his confidence? Could it be that he was beaten stupid last time
Shaking his head, Ye Tian ignored it and looked at the field.
"Humph, although the Seventh Prince's cultivation is strong, he was promoted too quickly and his cultivation is unstable. Ning Yijian has the experience of defeating powerful enemies by leapfrogging and has been trained in the army for many years. In terms of combat experience alone, any of us have Strong. The only thing that can't be predicted is the seventh prince's spear intent. It depends on how far he can exert his spear intent." Qi Haozong said coldly. When he talked about the spear intent, a trace of fear and envy flashed in his eyes.
"Gun Intent..." When Lang Tianjiao heard this, his eyes flashed with jealousy on his face.
At this time, on the stage.
The seventh prince and Ning Yijian stared at each other.
The seventh prince was very domineering. He had his hands behind his back and looked leisurely, completely ignoring Ning Yijian opposite him.
A flash of anger flashed in Ning Yijian's eyes, and his whole figure looked like a sword, exuding a peerless edge and a majestic evil aura.
"This guy killed a lot of people in the army..." Ye Tian secretly marveled. The evil aura on Ning Yijian was stronger than that of him who understood the intention of the killing sword. He must have injured and killed too many.
It's right to think about it. This Chinese continent is not like the earth in Ye Tian's previous life. Killing a few or dozens of people on the earth is not enough. But in the mainland of China, when the two countries are at war, it is a battle involving millions or tens of millions of people. Ning Yijian was a general, and he probably killed at least a thousand people.
The prince was obviously frightened by Ning Yijian's evil spirit. He frowned slightly and his eyes became serious: "Not bad, it looks good."
"Pull out your gun, otherwise you will lose miserably!" Ning Yijian raised his hand, his eyes as cold as the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy surged around his body.
"Then let's see if you have the ability to force me to draw my gun!" The seventh prince snorted coldly, clenching his fists, and a cold breath enveloped the entire arena, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a lot.
"Arrogant!" Ning Yijian's eyes were focused, and his eyes were like murderous intent, shooting out and piercing the void. It was accompanied by a blazing sword light that penetrated through with great momentum.
"Humph!" The seventh prince snorted coldly, with disdain on his face. As his true energy surged, his fists burst out with icy cold air and hit the ground hard.
Chichi…
Cold air shot out and spread from the seventh prince's fists, freezing the entire arena with a thick layer of ice. Everyone outside the arena looked on in shock.
What's even more shocking is that these ices formed sharp awls, thrusting from bottom to top towards Ning Yijian in mid-air.
"Ice Fist!"
Ning Yijian, who was in mid-air, his eyes condensed, his sharp eyes were dazzling. He struck down with his sword vertically, and the huge sword light flew away from his hand, carrying with it a majestic energy, cutting down the entire arena. In half.
Boom!
When the sword light cut through the ring, it also spread forward. A huge crack extended towards the seventh prince, and a storm formed in the mighty sword energy.
"Drink!" The seventh prince raised his fists, and the icy cold air condensed into a huge iceberg in front of him, blocking the incoming sword energy storm.
Boom!
The storm collided with the iceberg, causing a big explosion. The deafening sound roared continuously and spread throughout the square.
Everyone is staring at this scene closely, for fear of missing any wonderful moment. This battle can be called the pinnacle battle, a battle between two top experts among the younger generation.
The ice cubes in the sky were scattered, and then melted by the vast sword light. Ning Yijian's eyes were shining brightly, and suddenly the sword energy in his body surged. An unparalleled sword light spurted out from the long sword in his hand, directly piercing through it. Iceberg, kills the Seventh Prince.
There were exclamations of surprise.
The Seventh Prince's face also changed. He did not expect that Ning Yijian had a sword hidden in his sword. Everyone knew the principle of this skill, but to master it so skillfully, Ning Yijian was probably the only one among all the armies. Only the hardened and strong can do it.
Even Qi Haozong, who was sitting on a chair not far away, praised him with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
Ye Tian also focused his eyes, feeling for the first time that the strong ones in the last Divine Star Ranking were not simple. He had noticed this skill for a long time, but he had not done it as accurately as Ning Yijian.
"The Seventh Prince will be seriously injured if he doesn't use his full strength!" Fu Xuedao said coldly.
Sure enough, the situation in the arena changed suddenly.
Seeing that the sword light was about to hit him, the seventh prince's pupils shrank, his mouth opened wide, and he let out a loud roar.
"You are too naive -" the seventh prince shouted loudly, his eyes blazing with dazzling light, and the true energy in his body completely exploded. The cold breath filled the air in an instant, freezing his whole body, and a thick layer of ice formed on his body.
Pi's sword light directly hit the seventh prince, but it could no longer hurt his body. It was blocked by the thick ice. Although there was a crack in the ice, the sword light was slowly dissipating.
"Huh?" Seeing that his proud move did not cause the expected damage to the seventh prince, Ning Yijian frowned, but he was not disappointed. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and kicked the seventh prince for a third attack.
Whoops!
This kick brought up a strong wind, and light like a crescent moon shot out from Ning Yijian's feet and slashed towards the seventh prince's head.
"Three strikes!"
When the surrounding spectators saw this, they were all amazed. Ning Yijian was simply a genius in battle.
"Awesome!" Ye Tian's face was full of admiration, and he formed a chain of three moves, overwhelming the enemy. If it were him, he could only use his ninth-level combat body to resist. I don't know how the Seventh Prince can break it now.
at this time-
The seventh prince in the field was frozen by himself, and he didn't expect Ning Yijian to have such a move. He had no time to react and was hit by the kick.
Click!
This was the sound of ice cubes breaking. Although the seventh prince's head was also protected by the ice cubes, the huge concussive force made his throat feel sweet and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the ice red. piece.
The prince was angry. He was actually injured, and he was injured in such a short period of time. This made him, who was always arrogant, intolerable.
"Die!" The seventh prince no longer hid his strength. The third level of Wuzong's true energy gathered in his fists, and then exploded like a sun.
Chichi... The cold breath immediately spread into the void, seeming to freeze the air.
"Split the mountain with one sword!" Ning Yijian's expression remained unchanged, and he slashed out with his sword. The brilliant sword light burst out of his body and blocked him in front of him.
Boom!
The world shook, and the icy cold current was split by the sword energy and surged towards Ning Yijian's side. Everything in its path was frozen.
Cold Wave immediately rushed outside the ring.
Heart! "
Some of the inner disciples who were watching the battle exclaimed, and then they all used their strength to resist the cold current. But even so, several people were still frozen. Fortunately, they were rescued by the elders who rushed over, but they were still pale with fear.
Therefore, everyone watching the battle retreated a hundred meters again.
"It's so amazing. He actually pushed the seventh prince of the third level of Wuzong to a disadvantage with his level two cultivation of Wuzong!" On a golden chair, Wang Zhongshan was secretly surprised.
Qi Haozong, Ye Tian, Fu Xuedao and others all had solemn expressions on their faces. No matter who was in the field, they were the strong ones who felt the pressure.
Ran—
A majestic spear intent shot straight into the sky, spreading across the entire square like waves in the sea, radiating out to all directions, causing the earth to become turbulent.
Suddenly, everyone in the square felt the weapons in their hands vibrate violently.
"Ning Yijian, I admit that you are qualified to let me draw my gun!" On the ring, the seventh prince finally raised the black spear. The dark gun body shone with cold light, like a ferocious beast, roaring.
The majestic spear intent erupted from the Seventh Prince and enveloped the entire area, forming a special area here.
However, this time, the Seventh Prince did not attract the weapons watching the battle outside the field. Instead, he let his spear condense a sharp force. At the same time, the people watching the battle outside the field found that the weapons in their hands were After the violent tremor, he stopped moving and felt relieved.
On the ring, Ning Yijian looked at the Seventh Prince who raised his spear from a distance, his eyes more solemn than ever before.
"Gun Intent? Then let me teach you how far you can use your Spear Intent!" Ning Yijian raised his sword, and a sharp sword energy shot straight into the sky, shattering the sky.
Qi Haozong, Fu Xuedao and others looked at the two people on the ring solemnly.
They know that the real battle begins now.
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