He has a chasing goal that these young talents in Changling can't even imagine, and he also has a practice experience that they can't understand, so just relying on the sense of power brought by the first dull vibration, he can already be sure of it. One party must be He Zhaoxi who has the most outstanding physical strength.
As for the other person, it must be one of Zhang Yi, Su Qin and Nangong Caishu.
When two tigers fight, one must be injured, and this is also a rare opportunity for him.
So he put on the dried clothes as quickly as possible, and ran towards the direction of the sound without even caring about the leftover barbecue.
At this moment, everyone on the viewing platform was deeply attracted by the battle between He Zhaoxi and Nangong Caishu, but some people still noticed Ding Ning's strange movement at this moment.
For example, Xie Rou.
She is a little hard to understand.
When she thought about it, at this time, Ding Ning, who seemed very weak compared to these strong men, should hide well and stay away from the fighting place. Why did he rush there at such a fast speed
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The battle between Nangong Caishu and He Zhaoxi is not over yet.
In a cloud of scattered smoke and dust, Nangong Caishu, whose arms were trembling constantly, and whose palms were covered with torn wounds, stood up again with difficulty.
Every corner of her robe turned red and began to drip blood.
She looked at He Zhaoxi in the mist directly in front of her.
She knew that she couldn't beat He Zhaoxi in terms of physical strength and the true essence exercises she practiced.
But she wanted to try again.
Because even a cultivator who has reached the realm of true energy cannot become that small pond that gathers the vitality of the heaven and earth in the Sword Sacrifice Canyon, nor can he replenish his true energy.
If both sides' true energy is exhausted, then only pure physical strength and sword skills, as well as real combat experience, will determine the outcome.
She wanted to see if her sword skills and real combat experience were better than He Zhaoxi.
So she spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with some mud, looked at He Zhaoxi and said, "You should have very little real energy left, so let everyone get rid of the real energy with the next sword."
He Zhaoxi's brows twitched slightly.
Nangong Caishu's strength did not exceed his expectations, but her will and determination to win completely exceeded his expectations.
But he certainly wasn't afraid of the challenge.
He took a deep breath, remained silent, and nodded again with his sword crossed. The only difference from the previous two times was that he started to take the initiative to move forward, and started to charge forward.
The Kurong Jue he practiced is not only the mystery of the power transformation between the dry and the prosperous, but also the true energy stored in the sea of qi is more than the ordinary practice method, coupled with his strong physical strength, even if he does not use the true energy, He can also defeat most of the second-level practitioners, so he has the confidence to harvest on the first day.
It's just because there are Zhang Yi and Su Qin, so he still wants to leave a little real energy, and at this moment, he wants to rely on his physical strength as much as possible to cope with Nangong Caishu's challenge.
His explosive power was astonishing, the places where his feet landed were full of pits, just a sprint with a distance of more than ten feet, and a terrifying gust of wind was already blowing in front of him.
Large swaths of fallen leaves were rolled up by the strong wind brought by his body, forming a moving wall of fallen leaves.
The withered yellow sword in his hand cut forward.
It seems that the situation is calm, but there is a sense of hotness spreading on the edge of the sword.
A line of fire fell on the wall formed by countless flying leaves in front of him.
There was a bang.
The fire took advantage of the wind, and countless flying fallen leaves burned violently.
Under the compression of his sword energy, countless fallen leaves that had been completely burned were compressed in a small space, and the hot air collided for a moment, generating greater pressure and bursting out with stronger power.
Many disciples of the Ivy Sword Academy understood where this sword came from.
"Dead wood makes fire", this is a style in the dead wood sword scripture of Ivy Sword Academy.
The dead wood sword scripture is also one of the most profound sword scriptures in the Ivy Sword Academy.
He Zhaoxi not only practiced the best True Essence Kungfu in the Ivy Sword Academy, but also the most profound sword scriptures he practiced in the Ivy Sword Academy.
Gu Xichun frowned slightly on the viewing platform, and He Zhaoxi's behavior at the moment even made him feel a faint threat.
Seeing the sudden fire ball in front of her, Nangong Caishu hesitated slightly, but in the next moment, her eyes became extremely firm.
Regardless of the severe pain of the broken flesh in her palm rubbing against the hilt, she gripped the hilt even tighter.
She pierced all the true energy in her body into her two swords.
The fish-pattern iron sword slashed out from her right hand very straightly, facing the withered yellow long sword that was coming with a ball of fire that was about to explode.
Waves of power continued to erupt on the sword.
It was just a sword, but it was like countless waves beating, like countless swords.
This is what she is best at, purely pursuing the fierce Liancheng Sword Art.
There was a bang.
Countless burning dead leaves turned into countless tiny embers, and the compressed fireball finally exploded at this moment.
The straight fish-pattern iron sword stopped suddenly in the countless sparks, and as the withered yellow long sword slashed at it with a fiery airflow, the iron sword bent again, unable to stay in the master's hand anymore, and slanted Fly out from above.
He Zhaoxi's heart sank when he slashed the fish-patterned iron sword flying Nangong Caishu.
A sharp howl burst out from between Nangong Caishu's lips and teeth, and he felt an incomparably tyrannical force pressing on his sword again.
This is another small sword of Nangong Caishu.
However, this sword at this moment is also extremely fierce and powerful.
He shook his head helplessly, and the remaining true energy in his body could not be kept, and penetrated towards the sword in his hand.
A force hit the sword in his left hand.
Nangong Caishu, who was already prepared, jumped up from the back side, and at the same time loosened his five fingers slightly, raised them back, and clenched them tightly again!
Many drops of blood flew between the hilt and her palm again.
She still held the sword in her hand.
But at this moment, she saw He Zhaoxi raised her head.
His entire body was also shaking, but his knees were slightly bent, but his body didn't even take a step back.
The withered yellow sword in his hand only paused for a moment in the air, and then he slashed towards her like lightning.
Nangong Caishu forcibly swung his sword and chopped down.
There was a loud bang.
Her sword still did not let go, but the light of the withered yellow sword sank and pressed, cutting across her waist.
Blood gushed out from her waist, and half of her robe was wet.
Nangong Caishu let out a mournful cry and fell backwards.
Her mourning at this moment was not because of pain, but because of strong unwillingness and helplessness.
She had already successfully forced He Zhaoxi to use the last real energy she wanted to save, but she was still a little behind. The last slight difference in power made her move a little slower than He Zhaoxi, unable to seal He Zhaoxi's sword power. .
Although the sword wound on the side of her waist was not serious and not deep at this moment, if she wanted to continue fighting, she would not be able to treat the wound at all. A large amount of blood loss would cause her to completely lose her combat strength, and even quickly fell into a coma.
He Zhaoxi was ready to move again.
It is precisely because he respects Nangong Caishu that he is no longer ready to let Nangong Caishu fight again.
However, at this moment, a voice with a serious wheeze sounded: "When I came in, I told you that I couldn't fight and ran away. You have to fight like this."
On the viewing platform, Xie Changsheng's gaze followed Nangong Caishu's body closely. Seeing that the blood on Nangong Caishu's body was flowing more and more, his expression became more and more nervous. It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the distance from Nangong Caishu There was another person not far away from He Zhaoxi. After seeing that person's figure clearly, he immediately screamed with an extremely ugly face, "Why did Ding Ning come here to join in the fun!"
At this time, Nangong Caishu also judged who was coming from the voice. Her face was a little surprised at first, but immediately turned into shock and anger, and her cry was almost at the same time as Xie Changsheng's: "Ding Ning , you also reached this area? What are you doing here!"
"What is Ding Ning doing here? Does he still want to take advantage of it?"
Many people on the viewing platform had just seen Ding Ning's arrival, and such thoughts popped up in their minds at the same time.
"I'm here to pick up the bargain." Such thoughts appeared in their minds, and Ding Ning had already said these words.
He looked at Nangong Caishu and He Zhaoxi, taking it for granted: "Now that one is exhausted and the other is seriously injured, isn't it the best time to pick up a bargain?"
Nangong Caishu was frightened and wanted to say something, but Ding Ning looked at her calmly and said, "If you are still bleeding, I am afraid that even the master of your Ivy Sword Academy will come to forcibly interrupt your trial. I can’t even pick up a bargain if I want to.”
Nangong Caishu was stunned, she still couldn't understand Ding Ning's behavior at the moment, but after she gritted her teeth, she still started to quickly stop the bleeding.
Because no matter what happens next, if she doesn't stop bleeding, the master of the Ivy Sword Academy will indeed rush to stop her trial immediately.
"You want to help her?" He Zhaoxi, who had been silent since Ding Ning appeared, saw something and asked Ding Ning.
Ding Ning shook his head: "This rule is not allowed."
He Zhaoxi ignored what he said, looked seriously at his eyes and the broken sword at his waist, and said softly, "I'm glad she has a friend like you, but you are too weak."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Nangong Caishu yelled angrily: "Ding Ning, I don't care about you, run away!"
"Shut up, save some energy, or I will be the first to deal with you."
Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned around and looked at He Zhaoxi.
"If you haven't fought before, how do you know you can't win?"
He spoke calmly.
Nangong Caishu's expression was extremely ugly, and she wished she could attack Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's words and tone of voice made her stop suddenly.
"And it's all here, with my speed and physical strength, I can't escape even if I want to."
But the next sentence that Ding Ning uttered made her eyes go dark, and she almost had the urge to swear.