Chapter 298: Xuandan's first competition in advance
"I've wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time, but now that you're seeking death, I'll help you..." A hint of ferocity appeared at the corner of Jin Lin's mouth, and the shadow of a blue sword in his hand was already shot at Ning Cheng.
When the sword shadow was just shot out, there was still a blue sword energy. In an instant, waves of sword patterns formed completely around Ningcheng.
Ning Cheng immediately knew that Jin Lin was stronger than all the monks he had fought on this stage before. Moreover, the opponent's sword pattern wave was somewhat similar to his ax pattern. This kind of wave pattern is the most difficult to form the true killing intent.
Ning Cheng has a profound understanding of the meaning of the ax and obviously understands this.
At the same moment, Ning Cheng's Xuan Duan Spear shook, and Xuan Bing's thirty-six sword beams blasted out.
"Clang, Clang..." A dense roar of murderous intent surged out in the arena, and the dense sword patterns landed on the spear net formed by Ning Cheng Xuan Bing's thirty-six spears, and could no longer move forward.
Jin Lin couldn't believe that Ning Cheng's spear light net could actually block his own sword pattern. As he frantically stirred up his true energy, the sword pattern hit Ning Cheng's spear light net one wave after another.
"Boom..." The sword pattern wave finally exploded, completely tearing Ning Cheng's Xuan Bing Thirty-Six Spears Net. The powerful true energy backfired, causing Jin Lin to retreat a few steps away.
Ning Cheng did not move, and he admired Jin Lin's strength in his heart. An ordinary Xuandan monk could cultivate to the level of Jin Lin. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are few opponents at the same level.
Jin Lin's expression changed. The wave of sword patterns he was so crazy about just now was unable to shake Ning Cheng. This Ning Cheng is really terrifying. It can be seen that Jiang Jun and Elder Huading were right about Ning Cheng's strength.
Definitely stronger than him.
"Take my sword again..."
While Jin Lin was speaking, he slashed the blue sword in his hand directly through the air. The blue sword brought out a broad sword light of more than ten feet. The power of this sword light seemed to split the entire arena, and behind this sword light
Everything under the sword will be turned into powder by the sword light.
Lines of blood spurted out from Jin Lin's head. Even a fool knew that Jin Lin's sword unleashed his own potential, and he even burned his blood and essence to strike it down. It can be seen that he did not want to kill Ning Cheng in his heart. This was absolutely true.
Not willing to give up.
"Break it for me..." While the huge sword light was still in the air, Jin Lin roared loudly again. He had already deeply understood Ning Cheng's power, and knew that he would never be able to defeat Ning Cheng unless he came up with his trump card.
how.
"Kaka, boom..." The blue sword light hit Ning Cheng's newly condensed spear light network, making a shattering explosion.
Xuan Bing's thirty-six spear rays were blasted away, and Ning Cheng was driven back a few steps by this sword that burned blood and essence. But at this time, the blue sword rays not only did not dim, but stretched and widened again.
The violent sword intent that swept down seemed to break Ning Cheng into pieces before it would stop.
Ning Cheng was furious. He didn't take Jin Lin seriously. This guy actually thought he could be killed by burning his blood essence.
The Duanxuan Spear shook and let out bursts of whining sounds. Some monks with high cultivation levels knew that the whining of Ningcheng's Duanxuan Spear was not only due to the stimulation of the gun's intention, but also the cracks on the head of the gun.
.If there were no cracks in the gun head, the strength of this gun would be more than doubled.
"Boom..." The black ice gun hit the falling brilliant blue sword light, causing waves of violent vortexes of true energy.
Jin Lin's chest felt tight, his true energy rolled down, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. When he saw that Ning Cheng didn't retreat at all. When the spear in his hand condensed into a gun blade again, his heart immediately went crazy.
It sank.
At this moment, he fully understood that he was not worse than Ning Cheng by one or two points, but not on the same level at all, just like the gap between Xuandan and Yuanhun. Although he was rated ninth, in his heart, even if
Even Leng Yu, who was ranked third, was not necessarily better than him. But there was such a big gap between him and Ning Cheng.
When he thought of the gap between Xuandan and Yuanshen, Jin Lin felt cold. How could this be possible? Could it be that this person had hidden his cultivation? He was already a Yuanhun realm monk, but he wanted to hide in the Xuandan realm?
Just when his thoughts changed, the spear had already reached Jin Lin's eyebrows, as if passing through a layer of window paper.
Emotions of despair and fear surged into Jin Lin's heart, and this emotion instantly subsided with a kind of darkness and disappeared without a trace.
"Plop." Jin Lin's body fell to the ground like a ball of tattered linen cloth.
The surroundings became silent. Although everyone did not know the rules, they knew very well that no matter what level the competition was, it always became more beautiful as you went to the back. Now, the Xuandan Realm competition has just started, and it is already so exciting. Among the ten major sects
1. A monk from the Red Star Sword Sect who ranked ninth in the preliminary evaluation was shot to death.
There was a moment of silence, followed by bursts of enthusiastic roars and applause. The monks watching the battle don't care who you are, what they want to see is the blood and excitement.
Tang Guangxi, Huading elder of the Red Star Sword Sect, clenched his fists, wishing he could immediately go on stage and kill Ning Cheng. Only two Xuandan monks from the Red Star Sword Sect entered the preliminary round, the fewest among the ten major sects. But now these two Xuandan monks have entered the preliminary round.
All the Dan monks were killed by Ning Cheng.
"Tiandao Sect Leng Yu comes up to learn..." Leng Yu, who had just stepped down, actually entered the ring for the second time.
This thing that was impossible to happen in the previous competition actually happened. Now not only was Ning Cheng ignoring the tacit understanding of the competition, other sects also began to ignore this tacit understanding.
Everyone knows that the strongest finals in the Xuandan Realm have begun in advance. Ning Cheng's behavior has aroused dissatisfaction among Xuandan masters from other factions. This dissatisfaction can only be resolved through the competition stage.
Whoever has the bigger fist can speak.
"I came up just now and you went down. I hope you won't go down again this time, otherwise I will come up again next time you come up." Leng Yu's tone was cold and murderous.
Ning Cheng smiled slightly, "You think too highly of yourself. I'm going down here because I'm afraid no one will dare to challenge me again. Since you can't get eighty points no matter what, there's no need to go up and down again. It's so troublesome."
"Arrogant..." Leng Yu sneered, and at the same time, his hand shook slightly.
Ning Cheng didn't see any magic weapon, nor anything for plotting, but he could feel an icy murderous intent surrounding him.
At this time, Ning Cheng's powerful spiritual consciousness manifested itself, and a thin thread, like a long knife, rolled towards Ning Cheng.
With such a powerful killing intent, Ning Cheng must have been in a situation of two halves once he was caught by such a thin thread, even if his strength was equivalent to that of a late-stage Yuanhun monk.
Ning Cheng was stunned. Sure enough, no monk could underestimate him. Leng Yu was just a Xuandan monk, but he could actually produce such a magic weapon that even ordinary spiritual consciousness couldn't catch. This guy is comparable to the early stage soul.
With his strength, he is definitely a master who can leapfrog challenges.
Once Ning Cheng seriously deals with Leng Yu, even a few Leng Yu will not be enough for Ning Cheng to kill.
Before Leng Yu's thin thread had time to turn into two, Ning Cheng's Duan Xuan Spear had already wrapped around the thin thread, and at the same time, the Duan Xuan Spear in Ning Cheng's hand rolled several times.
The thin thread that even his spiritual consciousness could not detect was instantly wrapped up in Ning Cheng's Xuanxuan Spear and swept away. Even if Leng Yu forcibly used his spiritual consciousness to take back his magic weapon, it would be buried in the sea and there would be no news.
A murderous space suddenly formed around Leng Yu, and his heart instantly became cold. Ning Cheng used a broken mid-grade spiritual weapon to collect his top-grade spiritual weapon, and also trapped him. At this time, Ning Cheng
It would be easy for Cheng to kill him, and he had no ability to resist.
How could a Xuandan monk be so powerful? Even in the hands of Yuanhun monks, he could communicate with his own air-flowing fog line. Now that his air-flowing fog line was taken away by Ning Cheng, he had no choice but to
Communication. It's ridiculous that when he came on stage before, he was still thinking about how to teach Ning Cheng a lesson, and then said coldly to Ning Cheng, for the sake of senior brother Li Lingfan, I won't kill you, so don't take yourself too seriously.
But at this moment, he felt that things were completely opposite. At this moment, he didn't dare to move. He knew that Ning Cheng wanted to kill him at this moment, and he had no choice at all. He could only resign himself to his fate and wait for Ning Cheng's decision.
"For Li Lingfan's sake, I won't kill you. You can go down." Ning Cheng calmly said what Leng Yu wanted to say before. He let Leng Yu go, but Leng Yu's magic weapon flowed through the fog line.
, he did not return it.
Leng Yu walked off the ring with a pale face, no longer as arrogant as before.
"How is it possible? Leng Yu lost?"
"Leng Yu was ranked third in the preliminary evaluation of the Xuandan Realm. How could he lose? And he lost so easily?"
"Nothing is impossible. I can only say that this Ningcheng is more powerful than everyone imagined. Let's take a guess, the next person on stage is Deng Xiaoyue, the second-ranked Zhanqing Dao Sect disciple, or the first-ranked Qianchanyuan disciple.
Nie Xingxian?"
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A pretty girl from the Zhanqing Dao Sect was grabbed by another female cultivator, "Junior Sister Xiaoyue, you are not Ning Cheng's opponent yet, don't go up. Besides, Ning Cheng also helped me save my life, and maybe I will still be my friend in the future."
Senior Sister Die’s lover, please don’t come on stage.”
"Yes, Senior Sister Bu." The girl named Bu Mei responded and did not move again.
"Nie Xingxian, a disciple of Qianchanyuan, came to learn Brother Ning's tricks." A monk with several fragrant scars on his head fell on the ring.
Ning Cheng looked at Nie Xingxian doubtfully and said, "Are you a monk or a monk?"
Nie Xingxian touched his bald head honestly, "Yes, I am a monk."
"Since you are a monk, why do you still want to compete?" Ning Cheng asked. If it were before, he would definitely not talk nonsense like this. Now Ning Cheng knows that even if he defeated Nie Xingxian, he would not be able to get eighty points.
.As for whether Nie Xingxian takes action or not, it doesn't matter at all.
"That's true." Nie Xingxian replied honestly, and the next moment he had already pulled out a gray Zen staff. The Zen staff brought thousands of stick shadows and rushed towards Ning Cheng.
Ning Cheng didn't expect that Nie Xingxian, who looked so honest and honest, could be so shameless and cunning.
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