In mid-air, two sword rays clashed in the blink of an eye, and within the electric sword rays, the flickering figures were almost invisible.
On one side, the sea roared furiously, and the waves crashed on the shore in endless waves.
On one side, the purple air was dense and overlapping, and the wild waves seemed to have spread into thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and soon diluted to only a trickle.
Every time Wang Daoning competes with Cui Wenjing, he feels like he has nowhere to use his strength. Both sides are a bit weak, so in terms of ranking, he has always been inferior to Cui Wenjing.
It is not that softness can overcome strength...Cui Wenjing is not soft either.
He is vast, with purple energy filling mountains and rivers, and myriad phenomena.
It has always been difficult for Wang Daoning to understand how a person who is devoted to his family can have such a great ambition, but these two contradictory points seem to be very harmonious when it comes to Cui Wenjing. He is such a contradictory person.
It is precisely because of this that the sword intention that clearly looks like the true master of Qinghe Sword is still not recognized by Qinghe Sword. In the eyes of the sword spirit, it seems specious.
But whether the sword spirit recognizes it or not, it is meaningless. Half of the energy of the Qinghe Sword Real Hammer was taken away by Xia Longyuan, and the sword spirit's sleep was mostly due to force majeure. And his Zhenhai Sword has been completely restored with the energy supplement of the Hai clan -
—Perhaps Cui Wenjing feels that the Zhenhai Sword may not still be the Zhenhai Sword now, but Wang Daoning knows that it still is.
The vast purple energy gradually began to ripple, and it seemed that it was a bit overwhelmed.
"With the vast rivers and mountains, the raging sea tides... Wen Jing, have you ever thought that the sea is actually wider than the land? It seems restrained, but when the strength is different, you will be completely overwhelmed and submerged."
The Zhenhai Sword seemed to advance slowly in front of Cui Wenjing at an extremely slow speed, so slowly that the carvings and inscriptions on the sword could be seen clearly.
But in Cui Wenjing's eyes, there was neither a sword nor Wang Daoning ahead.
It's like standing alone on a crumbling reef, facing a huge wave hundreds of feet high, which seems to be slowly pushing in from a distance, but there is no way to avoid it, and it is overwhelming and suffocating.
"Your practice has also improved. It's not all about Zhenhai Sword... No wonder you are so confident." Cui Wenjing's eyes were neither sad nor happy: "But Cui is not standing still."
A bit of purple light loomed in the rough waves. It looked very faint at first, but the faint light penetrated into the stormy waves and actually penetrated. The huge waves could not dissolve this weak fluorescence.
Wang Daoning's pupils shrank: "You have reached this level..."
"also".
The huge waves suddenly turned into a very thin line, like the distant horizon and the boundary between the sea and the sky.
"Ding!" The tips of the two swords touched each other, and both sides were shocked, with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and they flew back.
The two people at the bottom of the Heavenly Ranking have actually glimpsed the threshold of the Imperial Realm.
Even if the Zhenhai Sword is restored, Wang Daoning can borrow more power from the divine sword than Cui Wenjing's Qinghe Sword, and both sides will still suffer!
The rankings on the Tianbang are correct.
But as Wang Daoning was flying back, his left hand suddenly volleyed and grabbed him.
Cui Wenjing was originally only slightly injured, and was secretly recovering from the disordered inner breath. Suddenly, his whole body tightened, and the blood seemed to be drained out in the direction it had just spilled. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut off. Blood was sprinkled on it.
Long sky.
He couldn't even hold the long sword in his hand, and it fell unsteadily.
Cui Wenjing couldn't even pick up the sword. He tried his best to suppress the rush of blood that was constantly at work, and whispered: "Inducing the water movement in the body... This is not a skill of the Wang family, or even a skill of this world. It is indeed a sea clan...
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"I'm sorry, Wen Jing." Wang Daoning stopped falling, shot forward in the air, and stabbed down with his sword.
Cui Wenjing showed a smile.
How could he not guess that the Wang family has the secret skills of the Sea Clan? I don’t know how many classical books I have read in these days and how many secret preparations I have made. It cannot be broken, but it will not be broken like it is now without preparation.
The fight was so miserable that even the sword was lost.
Just when Wang Daoning thought he could win, the Qinghe Sword, which seemed to be dangling and falling, suddenly flew upwards silently and went straight to Wang Daoning's back!
This was not done by Qinghe Sword Spirit...this was Cui Wenjing wielding the sword!
"Bang!" Wang Daoning penetrated with his sword, and Cui Wenjing closed his palms, letting the sword energy pass through his body, and tightly clamped the Zhenhai Sword.
Wang Daoning felt a warning sign in his heart. He knew that something was attacking behind him, but he was reluctant to abandon the ancestral sword for a while. After hesitating for a moment, he lost the chance to dodge by abandoning the sword, and grabbed the sword awkwardly and twisted it.
With a move of his body, the Qinghe Sword passed through his right rib and returned to Cui Wenjing's hand.
Cui Wenjing took the sword, fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken, and laughed.
Everything was as expected. For a family member like him, everything else was easy to say, so losing the ancestral sword was as uncomfortable as losing his life. Wang Daoning was reluctant to abandon the sword immediately, just as he did not expect that he would throw away the ancestral sword on his own initiative.
In fact, I am not doing well either. I have to get the sword back in the end, otherwise I will die without peace of mind.
Such results are well deserved.
He was no longer able to resist, and Wang Daoning still had the strength to give him another blow. But he was also seriously injured and it was impossible for him to attack Puyang. He had to go back to heal his wounds and cultivate in cultivation immediately... What happened next?
Then it depends on the children...
Wang Daoning shook his head while clutching the injury under his ribs. He also admired his old friend's calculation and determination in his heart. He held his sword and flew down: "Wen Jing, I'm sorry."
At this moment, my heart suddenly jumped and I looked south in shock.
The evil spirit surged wildly in the sky, and the sky was stained with blood. Just looking from a distance gave me a feeling of panic.
It was as if the power of a ferocious beast from the ancient world fell from the sky, and the dark red blood wave arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Wang Daoning quickly slashed with his sword, but unfortunately he was also seriously injured at this moment. The blood wave broke through, and the evil energy was hard to dissipate, and rushed towards him. Even if he used the Gangqi to protect his body in time, he was still stirred up and his flesh and blood broke apart. He was miserable.
Unspeakable.
Now both King Cui and King Cui are almost injured...
This is definitely a blow close to the realm of imperialism. Who on the list of heaven is here to pick peaches?
Wang Daoning tried his best to look around, and saw a big man running towards me with a broad knife in his hand: "You're just hurting my father-in-law, don't leave!"
...Zhao Changhe? How did he deliver that blow just now?
Wang Daoning could almost see Cui Wenjing, who was lying on the ground, grinning, and the smile almost reached to his ears.
Oh shit.
The most annoying thing is that he really has to leave now, otherwise he might have to dodge "Cui Wenjing, Zhao Changhe join forces to kill Wang Daoning in Puyang"... No. Wang Daoning was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped.
Zhao Changhe should be allowed to die here, otherwise Zhaoling will not be his opponent in the future.
A thought flashed through his mind, and Zhao Changhe was already running towards him. He made a leap and slashed with a broad sword: "Death!"
A shadow like transparent water lines suddenly appeared from behind Wang Daoning, and a palm silently struck Zhao Changhe's chest.
Cui Wenjing shouted: "Be careful!"
Suddenly, a dragon-shaped fist shadow descended from the sky and struck the water-marked shadow fiercely.
Wang Daoning was shocked: "Xia Longyuan!"
Zhao Changhe had no time to worry about Wang Daoning, so he pounced hard, hugged Cui Wenjing and flew out of the boxing range.
"Boom!" The earth-shattering explosion resounded through the space.
Zhao Changhe was not able to completely avoid the aftermath of the energy. He was knocked around several times before he stopped. He coughed and turned around to look. The river bank plain was shattered by the blow, revealing a hole dozens of feet deep.
pit.
Wang Daoning has disappeared, and the water-marked shadow has also disappeared.
He looked down at his father-in-law in his arms. His face was as golden as paper and he was completely unconscious.
Zhao Changhe breathed for a long time, then suddenly jumped up and pointed to the sky: "Old Xia, I am a fool. You are clearly watching the battle here, and you just sit back and watch Old Cui die? When you see the Hai Clan appear, you just take action.
, you don’t care whether there will be accidental injuries when you take action, do you feel that you are very powerful? Others are protecting your country, your country!"
The air was quiet, and no one responded for a while.
At the same time, three thousand Blood God cultists appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield. After Wang Zhaoling considered it, he had no intention of fighting and led his troops to retreat.
Cui Yuanyong opened the city gate and led his light cavalry in pursuit. After a chaotic fight, both sides retreated.
The Wang family's rebellion failed in the first battle.