Lie Yinghong's cultivation base of true energy has passed the middle level of the four realms, and he killed the emperor insects faster, and the scene of killing these emperor insects looked more ferocious and shocking, but in her eyes, it was the same as Ding Ning before. In contrast, Lie Yinghong's every movement in this formation seemed too young and inefficient, wasting a lot of unnecessary energy and real energy.
Even if the number of emperor insects surrounding him is reduced by half, it is impossible for him to rush out.
Lie Yinghong is much stronger than Shen Yi and Xie Changsheng, and the long sword in his hand is called Whale Tunjian, and it is also a famous sword that is well-known in the world, and it does not have some special functions. Xie Changsheng couldn't even receive Lie Yinghong's sword, and with this method, he made Lie Yinghong fall here.
In the world of practitioners, especially matters related to victory or defeat, life and death, they don't care about the process at all, but only look at the result.
Xie Changsheng achieved the desired result, which made her change her opinion. However, on the cliff above her behind, some cultivation masters who watched the battle watched the scene of Lie Yinghong fighting with these emperor insects, and they became more and more disturbed. , Some people finally couldn't bear it anymore, an old man wearing a purple Xingyue pattern robe first uttered angrily: "This kind of zerg is so powerful, almost every head is comparable to a cultivator in the middle of the three realms, even the talented If Lie Yinghong, who ranks first in the book, is seriously injured and defeated here, this kind of competition is too difficult and too meaningless."
Many people agreed with the old man's words, but there were also people who disagreed.
Just when the old man's voice had just disappeared, the heavy cold snort had already sounded.
"If you disagree with the rules of the Sword Club, you can choose not to participate in the Sword Club. These insects are only practitioners who are comparable to the third-level mid-level practitioners, and they are not comparable to the fifth-level practitioners. They can be killed with a single face-to-face What's more, this is not a competition that must be purely based on cultivation. Earlier, Xie Changsheng figured out a way to get rid of the tracking of these insects. It was obviously just a matter of method and method, but it was due to the fact that the competition itself was meaningless. The real saying that you can't swim but think your underpants are too big."
These words were extremely blunt both in terms of the words themselves and the tone of voice. The old man in the purple Xingyue pattern robe was naturally furious. When the person who spoke was a middle-aged horse-faced man in a blue robe, he took a breath and swallowed a sentence that was about to be blurted out.
The middle-aged man with a horse face in a blue robe is Lu Qingli from the Youjian Sect, a native of Guanzhong. Many outstanding young people from poor backgrounds in Guanzhong came to Changling to make a living before they became practitioners or enlisted in the army. Thanks to the support of the Xie family, most of the practitioners who were born in Guanzhong respect the Xie family.
Refuting the battle at this time is equivalent to refuting that Xie Changsheng may have exchanged his life for the victory. The cultivation level of this old man is almost the same as that of Lu Qingli, but Lu Qingli is younger than him and has much more vitality. If there is a dispute, he will lose most of the time, not to mention that he may attract the wrath of many practitioners from Guanzhong.
The old man didn't speak anymore, but Lu Qingli narrowed his eyes slowly, and said coldly again: "When Ding Ning faced these zerg just now, he didn't see any objection, so let's say these things now." , I'm afraid it's too late."
The surroundings on the cliff suddenly fell into dead silence, and the old man in the purple Xingyue pattern robe didn't feel any more angry, but felt a little cold in his heart.
Because everyone could hear that Lu Qingli's words were not aimed at him, but a public expression of dissatisfaction with Lie Yinghong, the instigator behind him.
There are quite a few people who were born in Jiaodong County, and many people have received the favor of the palace. What they care most about is the thoughts of the mistress in the palace. Compared with some practitioners who sympathize with Baiyangdong In terms of people, the number and strength of these people are naturally much larger, but those who spare their lives dare not compete with those who spare their lives, this has nothing to do with the number.
In the dead silence, Lu Qingli narrowed his eyes even tighter, narrowing his eyes into a thin sword edge.
He looked at the blue palace where Xie Changsheng had thrown himself into it, took a deep breath, and at the same time thought very coldly in his heart, the person who ordered Lie Yinghong to do this had better pray that Xie Changsheng can live, Otherwise, you will definitely pay a heavy price.
He didn't care whether it was Xie Changsheng's own choice or not, he only knew that some things could not exceed the limit.
Ling Xue Wangxu died at the beginning of the Minshan Sword Festival, and Ling Lie Yinghong chased and killed these friends around Ding Ning, in the eyes of many people, it exceeded the limit.
The curtain door of the camp trembled violently and flapped outward.
Although the maid surnamed Rong has real power over many officials, she is only a maid in the palace, so she can't show her face at this time, and can only stay in the resting tent to listen to the rewards.
Listening to the report from the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, a cloud began to cast over her face at this time, and the air around her body was pressured by her naturally flowing vitality, and it kept bulging out.
She is just a person who does things for others, and she is not fighting for her own honor, disgrace and face, so when doing these things, she can completely ignore other people's opinions, or even care about other people's insults to her, but she cannot allow herself Failed to do things.
Lie Yinghong is the most important pawn in her hands, but who would have thought that this pawn would be directly lost in the hands of a young man in Guanzhong like Xie Changsheng who seemed to be completely ignored
Thinking of such things will only make those proud teenagers even more proud, and it will not serve as a warning and admonishment, so her face becomes even more ugly.
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The remaining limbs of the emperor worm and the broken ice edges were scattered all over the ground, making it very difficult for Lie Yinghong to set foot on it.
In just a few tens of breaths of time, there were already dozens of wounds on his body, and one of them was a terrible penetrating wound.
In the eyes of all those who watched the battle, his ending was already doomed.
However, he didn't want to give up.
A shrill shout sounded from his mouth, his pupils flashed some green flames strangely, and the Whaling Sword in his hand suddenly shot out hundreds of green sword lights.
These sword lights are like the branches of a willow tree spreading out and flicking out.
There were many teeth-gritting popping sounds in the air.
This sound includes the sound of carapace shattering, bone shattering and flesh and blood exploding.
The bodies of dozens of emperor worms with him at the center exploded in an instant, turning into countless irregular pieces of flesh and blood.
The next moment, the leather boots under his feet made a sound that almost exploded, and his whole body was like an out-of-control carriage, rushing out crazily, towards the creek where Xie Changsheng fell earlier.
However, at this moment, the blood that exploded in Lie Yinghong's body suddenly cooled down.
His bewitching green pupils were covered by a black curtain.
A figure that was dripping with blood like him and looked extremely tenacious, with this sword light that absorbed all light like a black curtain lay across in front of him.
There was a loud bang.
The Whale Swallowing Sword in his hand was sucked by the unique binding force, and collided violently with the long sword in the dark.
As the true essence in his body gushed out subconsciously, a wave of air exploded between the two swords, and his body was forced to retreat three steps abruptly, while the figure that forcibly charged in front of him was actually It was directly sent flying by his sword.
This moment of blocking was enough to cut off Lie Yinghong's last hope.
When the blackness dissipated in the air in front of him, dozens of shrill and piercing sounds resounded around his body.
The sky outside him was like a canvas, torn apart by dozens of jumping emperor insects rushing towards him at high speed.
On the cliff, many teachers from various cultivation areas who watched the battle looked at the figure that had been shaken and fell into the thorn bushes, and their emotions fluctuated again.
"Xue Wangxu has taken in a good apprentice."
Someone couldn't help but let out a soft and emotional sigh.
At this time, the figure who flew upside down and landed in the thorn bushes, with countless wounds on his body was naturally Shen Yi.
This sword had consumed all his strength, and now he couldn't even stand up again.
In the eyes of the masters who practiced on the cliff, Zhang Yi, Ding Ning, and Shen Yi could be regarded as the chosen students of Xue Wangxu's true disciples in Baiyang Cave. Some people have already passed the level and walked towards the exit of the level calmly. However, whether it is the figure that fell at this time or the figure that is continuing to move forward, it is enough to make most of them respect and sigh, and even envy.
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There is silence in the deep red sea of thorns, because the vitality of the unique magic circle shrouded here is split, the air and light in each area of more than a hundred feet are strangely distorted, and the result is not only the sound and some airflow being directed to a specific direction, but also Moreover, the blending and collision of vitality also produces wonderful light, making it seem like there is always an invisible sun shining warm and warm sunshine over the vast plain deep in the mountainside.
It's just that Ding Ning, who has a very precise grasp of the passage of time, knows that it is already late at night in the mountains outside.
Perhaps it was because it was already late at night in the mountains outside, so when he dragged his tired body to the cyan palace pointed by Qing Yaoyin, the wind blowing from the opened palace door obviously had a slight The cold was blowing, and he was sweating all over his body in bursts of cold.
A man appeared at the gate of the hall.
This man was also wearing a sapphire-colored robe representing the identity of a practitioner of the Minshan Sword Sect, but he was holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, and his face was extremely gentle and delicate. People don't feel like a powerful swordsman, but like a private school teacher with a book waiting to be taught.
He also looked at Ding Ning who came to the entrance of the hall with emotion, nodded his head as a salute, and congratulated Ding Ning on passing the pass, but he couldn't help but whispered: "Why are you doing this?"
Ding Ning knew this man, he knew that this man was a gentleman like Zhang Yi, and he also understood the man's kindness.
But listening to this man's voice at this time, he inexplicably thought of a conversation between himself and Changsun Qianxue, and thought of Changsun Qianxue's answer at that time.
"Because I don't think it's fair."
Ding Ning raised his head slightly, looked at the man, and replied calmly, "That's why I will do this."
The man sighed, but he didn't say anything else, stepped aside and let Ding Ning pass through the gate of the hall.
Except for Jing Liuli, no one else knew that this man at the entrance of the palace was actually a checkpoint.
The man was tested on character and temperament.
So when Ding Ning stepped into this blue palace, it was actually equivalent to passing the first place in two consecutive competitions.