"I wanted to come up and teach you a long time ago. Now that you are looking for death by yourself, then I will fulfill you..." Jin Lin's mouth showed a sullen look, and a blue bowed sword shadow in his raised hand had already shot towards Ning Cheng.
When Jian Ying had just shot out, there was still a blue sword aura. After a short while, waves of sword patterns completely formed around Ning Cheng.
Ning Cheng knew immediately that Jin Lin was stronger than all the monks he had fought on this stage before. And the opponent's sword pattern waves are a bit similar to his axe pattern. This kind of rippled true essence killing intent is the most difficult to form. Ning Cheng has a deep understanding of axe intent and clearly understands this.
At the same moment, Ning Cheng's Xuan Bing spear flicked, and Xuan Bing's thirty-six sword light blasted out.
"Qiang Qiang..." The dense killing intent cried out from the ring, and the dense sword patterns fell on the spear light net formed by Ningcheng Xuanbing's thirty-six spears, and could no longer get in.
Jin Lin couldn't believe it that Ning Cheng's spearlight net could block his sword pattern. While his Zhen Yuan frantically agitated, wave after wave of sword patterns blasted towards Ningcheng's spearlight net.
"Boom..." The wave of the sword pattern finally burst open, tearing Ningcheng's Xuanbing thirty-six spearlight net completely. The powerful True Yuan backlash made Jin Lin retreat a few steps away.
Ning Cheng didn't move, and he admired Jin Lin's strength a little in his heart. Normal Xuandan cultivators can cultivate to the level of Jinlin. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are few opponents of the same rank.
However, Jin Lin's expression changed. The sword pattern waves he was agitating so crazily just now couldn't even shake Ning Cheng at all. This Ning Cheng is really terrifying, and it can be seen that Jiang Jun and Elder Huading are right, that Ning Cheng's strength is definitely stronger than him.
"Take me another sword..."
While Jin Lin was talking, the blue sword in his hand slashed directly through the air, and the blue sword brought up a broad sword light that was ten feet long. The power of this sword light seemed to split the entire arena, and everything under this sword light. Will be turned into powder by Jian Mang.
Blood qi spurted out from the top of Jin Lin's head. Even a fool knew that Jin Lin's sword had exploded his own potential, and even hesitated to burn his blood. It can be seen that he would never let Ning Cheng be beheaded in his heart.
"Break it for me..." While the huge sword light was still in the air. Jin Lin shouted violently again. He had already experienced the power of Ning Cheng deeply. Knowing that he would never do anything to Ning Cheng if he didn't use his killer's key.
"Kaka. Boom..." The blue sword light blasted on the spear light net that Ningcheng had just gathered, making a cracking explosion.
Xuan Bing's thirty-six spear lights were blasted away, and Ning Cheng was driven by the sword that burned blood, backing a few steps. But at this time, the blue barking sword light not only didn't dim. Instead, it stretches and widens again. The violent sword intent that swept down seemed to stop Ning Cheng into pieces.
Ning Cheng was furious. He didn't look Jin Lin into his eyes. This guy actually thought that he could kill him if he burned his blood.
The Xuanxuan spear shook and whimpered. Some monks with high cultivation levels understood that the whimper of the Ningcheng Xuanxuan spear was aroused by the spear intent. Some cracks on the tip of the gun are also the main reason. If there are no cracks in the tip of the gun, the strength of this gun will be more than doubled.
"Boom..." Xuanbing spear blasted on the fallen brilliant blue sword light, bringing up bursts of violent true essence vortex.
Jin Lin's chest was blocked, and the real yuan rolled down. A mouthful of blood spurted out no longer. When he saw that Ning Cheng hadn't retreated half a minute, and the spear in his hand condensed into a spear blade again, his heart sank immediately.
At this moment, he fully understood that he was not one or two points worse than Ning Cheng, and was not at the same level at all, just like the gap between the profound pill and the soul. Although he was evaluated as ninth, in his heart, even Leng Yu, who was ranked third, was not necessarily better than him. And there was such a big gap between him and Ning Cheng.
Thinking of the gap between Xuan Dan and Yuanshen, Jin Lin felt cold. How could this be possible? Is this person hiding his cultivation base? Already a cultivator of the Primordial Soul Realm, but he wants to hide in the Profound Core Realm
Just at the moment his thoughts changed, the spear had reached Jin Lin's eyebrows, as if passing through a layer of window paper.
Desperate and fearful emotions flooded into Jin Lin's heart, and this emotion instantly indulged in a kind of darkness and disappeared without a trace.
"Papa." Jin Lin's body fell to the ground like a ball of rags.
The surroundings became quiet. Although everyone didn't know the rules, it was clear that no matter what level of competition it was, the better it looked at the back. Now the Profound Pill Realm competition has only just begun, so it's so exciting. One of the ten major sects, a cultivator who was ranked ninth in the preliminary evaluation of the Red Star Sword Sect was shot and killed.
A moment of silence was accompanied by bursts of enthusiastic roars and applause. The monks watching the battle don't care who you are, what they want to see is blood and excitement.
Tang Guangxi, the Huading elder of the Red Star Sword Sect, clenched his fists, wishing to take the stage and kill Ning Cheng immediately. A total of two profound pill cultivators entered the preliminary round of the Red Star Sword Sect, which was the least among the top ten sects. But now these two profound pill cultivators were all killed by Ning Cheng.
"Leng Yu from the Heavenly Dao Sect came up to learn..." Leng Yu, who had just stepped down, went to the ring for the second time.
This was something that was impossible in the previous big competition, but it also happened. Now not only is Ning Cheng disregarding the tacit understanding of the game, other sects have also begun to ignore this tacit understanding.
Everyone knows that the strongest final of the Profound Pill Realm has already started ahead of schedule. Ning Cheng's behavior aroused dissatisfaction with the Xuandan masters of other factions, and this kind of dissatisfaction can only be resolved through the stage.
Whoever has a big fist speaks.
"I came up just now and you went down. I hope you don't go down this time, lest you come up next time, I will come up again." Leng Yu's tone was cold and murderous.
Ning Cheng smiled slightly, "You look up to yourself, I am afraid that no one will dare to challenge me anymore. Since I can't get 80 points anyway, I don't need to be up and down for a while, it will be more troublesome."
"Arrogant..." Leng Yu sneered, and at the same time, his hand shook slightly.
Ning Cheng didn't see any magic weapon, nor did he see any conspiracy, but he could just feel a cold killing intent covering him.
At this time, Ning Cheng's powerful divine consciousness function was manifested, and a thin filament, like a long knife, was drawn towards Ning Cheng.
With such a powerful killing intent, Ning Cheng must be a cultivator with the strength equivalent to that of the primordial soul cultivator.
Ning Cheng was stunned. As expected, no monk could underestimate it. Leng Yu was just a profound pill monk, and he was able to sacrifice such a magic weapon that even ordinary gods could not catch. This guy is almost as strong as the early days of the Soul of the Dollar, this is definitely a master who can leapfrog the challenge.
Once Ning Cheng dealt with Leng Yu seriously, even a few Leng Yu would not be enough for Ning Cheng to kill.
Before Leng Yu's filaments could be turned into two, Ning Cheng's Broken Profound Spear had already wrapped the thin thread, and at the same time, the Broken Profound Spear in Ning Cheng's hand was scrolled several times.
The thin thread that couldn't even be detected by the spiritual sense was instantly wrapped up by Ning Cheng's Profound Broken Spear and swept away. Even if Leng Yu forcibly recovered his magic weapon with divine consciousness, it would be muddy into the sea, and there was no news.
A space of killing intent suddenly formed around Leng Yu, and his heart instantly became cold. Ning Cheng used a broken middle-grade spiritual weapon to take his top-grade spiritual weapon and trapped him. At this moment, it was easy for Ning Cheng to kill him. He didn't have the ability to resist.
How could a profound pill monk be so tough? Even in the hands of the Primordial Soul Monk, he can communicate with his own flowing fog line. Now that Ning Cheng took away his flowing fog line, he had no way to communicate. It's ridiculous that when he took the stage before, he still thought about how to teach Ning Cheng a meal, and then coldly said to Ning Cheng, for the face of Brother Li Lingfan, I will not kill you, and don't take yourself too seriously.
But at this moment he felt that things were completely opposite, and he dared not move at this moment. He knew that Ning Cheng was going to kill him at this time, and he had no choice at all. He could only resign himself to his fate, waiting for Ning Cheng's decision.
"For the sake of Li Lingfan's face, I won't kill you. Go down." Ning Cheng said flatly what Leng Yu wanted to say before. He let Leng Yu go, but he did not return Leng Yu's magic weapon flowing into the mist.
Leng Yu walked down the ring with a pale face, no longer the arrogance he had before half a minute.
"How is it possible? Leng Yu lost?"
"Leng Yu was ranked third in the preliminary evaluation of the Profound Pill Realm, how could he lose? And it was so simple to lose?"
"Nothing is impossible. I can only say that this Ningcheng is more powerful than everyone thought. Guess, the next one on stage is Deng Xiaoyue, a disciple of the Zhanqing Dao sect, or the disciple of the Qianchanyuan, who is ranked second. Nie Xingxian?"
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A delicate girl of Zhan Qing Dao Zong was pulled by another female cultivator, "Sister Xiaoyue, you are not Ning Cheng's opponent now, don't go up. And Ning Cheng also has a life-saving grace for me, maybe she will still be shown in the future. Sister Die's lover, don't go on stage."
"Yes, Senior Sister Bu." The girl called Bu Mei responded and did not move.
"The disciple Nie Xingxian from Qianchenyuan came to teach Brother Ning's brilliant tricks." A monk with a few incense scars on his head fell on the ring.
Ning Cheng looked at Nie Xingxian suspiciously and said, "Are you a monk, a monk?"
Nie Xingxian rubbed his bald head honestly, "Yes, I am a monk."
"Since you are a monk, why do you want to come up to compete for the better?" Ning Cheng asked. If it were before, he would definitely not be such a nonsense. Now Ning Cheng knew that even if he defeated Nie Xingxian, he couldn't get eighty points. As for Nie Xingxian's hands-on or not, it doesn't matter at all.
"That's what I said." Nie Xingxian replied honestly, and in the next moment, he had sacrificed a stick of inauspicious autumn. The Zen stick took up thousands of stick shadows and rushed towards Ning Cheng.
Ning Cheng didn't expect Nie Xingxian to look so simple and honest, yet so shameless and cunning.
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