The power of the Three Yang Sword Qi was extraordinary. Ning Chen swiftly and neatly stepped down from the stage with Yu Peng. There was no sound outside the formation. Except for the King of Southwest Cloud who was temporarily in chaos, no other disciples came to provoke him again.
Looking around and seeing no one on the field, Ning Chen touched his nose and was about to go out. He was a monk halfway and had no sense of belonging or honor to the Qingyun Sect for the time being. He didn't want to compete in the formation and be treated like a monkey if it was unnecessary.
However, he had just taken two steps when he saw a figure flashing into the lineup from the southwest. Before he could see who it was, he smelled a faint fragrance of wild flowers lingering on the tip of his nose.
"Messenger Ning, please wait a moment, my little sister Feng Ling'er is polite." A pure and slightly charming voice came into his ears. Ning Chen looked intently and saw a woman wearing a light blue dress.
The woman's eyes are like water, her green eyebrows are like black, and her black hair is only tied with a hair tie. She is like a hibiscus emerging from water. She is obviously not very old, but she looks charming to the bone. Coupled with the slightly naive expression on her face,
One can't help but feel a desire for protection.
Ning Chen's eyebrows twitched, and he thought that the Southwest Cloud King's lineage is really beautiful. From the master to the apprentice, everyone is more beautiful than the Internet celebrities on the earth whose whole body has been edited through PS, with delicate skin and explosive figure.
However, as an experienced surfer in the online world, Ning Chen had never seen any beautiful women. Although Feng Ling'er in front of her was charming, she still couldn't charm Ning Chen.
"I wonder if Ms. Feng Ling'er has any advice?" Ning Chen asked softly. The three flying swords were not taken back, but the completed glyphs were suspended beside him. One gold, one silver and one red light reflected Ning Chen's side.
The space is flickering.
Feng Ling'er had a weak figure. She bowed to Ning Chen Yingying first and said softly, "Ning Zhishi is an expert in swordsmanship. Of course, I can't say that my elder brother is not as good as others. It's just that eldest brother Yu treats me very well on weekdays, but now I've been hit hard by Ning Zhishi."
The little sister couldn't bear to be injured like this, so she had to come up and ask for advice, and also asked Envoy Ning to be magnanimous and show mercy to Ling'er."
"I'll go..." Ning Chen was dumbfounded. In just a few words, Feng Ling'er sketched out a person with advanced skills and ruthless methods. At the same time, she also showed her love and justice, her fearlessness of power, and her gentleness in the end.
Please be merciful when trying to make friends with yourself because you are weak, and don't play word games too casually.
Looking at the soft and frail Feng Ling'er, Ning Chen couldn't help but think of the word "green tea" in his mind. Looking at the group of intoxicated and fanatical Qingyun Cult disciples outside the formation, he knew that this kind of woman was everywhere.
There is a market for her, and she is followed by a large group of immature followers. If you dare to speak out and expose her, those followers will be able to talk to you forever without her having to do anything.
Ning Chen chuckled, pretending that he didn't understand what Feng Ling'er said. This kind of woman holds grudges the most. Unless she is beaten to death with a stick, it is best not to offend her. Ning Chen is not a middle-aged boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.
, there is no need to cause trouble for yourself.
"Miss Feng is overrated. Miss Feng is the younger brother of King Feng Yun, a genius who is about to enter the Ning Yuan stage. How can Ning Chen compare? Please show mercy to Miss Feng." Ning Chen cupped his hands and said with a smile.
Seeing that Ning Chen was unmoved, Feng Ling'er's eyes flashed and she said softly, "Messenger Ning, be careful."
Ning Chen's eyes lit up, and he saw Feng Ling'er raise her right hand, and a white gauze sprang out from her sleeve, growing with the wind, and instantly turned into dozens of feet in length, whirling around in the formation, twisting and turning.
Ning Chen did not dare to neglect, Feng Ling'er's strength was completely different from that of Yu Peng just now. With a burst of energy, the three flying swords struck at the surrounding yarns, but the white yarns were neither silk nor silk.
After the flying sword was slashed, it floated downward along the flying sword, taking advantage of the situation to release the Sanyang Sword Qi, and then waves of mire-like aura wrapped the flying sword tighter and tighter.
Ning Chen connected his sword fingers and struck with the flying sword, but the Sanyang sword energy did not achieve any success. After more than a dozen sword strikes, the flying sword envoy became more stagnant. He felt that there was an invisible aura gradually isolating himself from the flying sword.
The connection between them makes the movement of Qi extremely difficult.
Dozens of rounds passed in the blink of an eye, and neither of them used any other means. However, the safe zone isolated by Ning Chen's flying sword became smaller and smaller, and it became more and more difficult to use the flying sword. On the other hand, Feng Xueer looked relaxed.
, the feet do not move, the seals in the hands change easily and freely, and the changes in Baisha Ling become more smooth and coherent.
"Junior Sister Ling'er is getting more and more powerful, so beautiful." A disciple outside the formation murmured with a look of obsession on his face.
"Hmph, Junior Sister Ling'er has a kind heart, and Messenger Ning is well-behaved and didn't say anything arrogant. Otherwise, even if Junior Sister Ling'er doesn't care, I will go up and teach him a lesson later." Another disciple said coldly,
Although he only has the seventh level of Qi refining, it does not hinder his confidence.
"It's really amazing." Ning Chen felt the deepest feeling in the formation. Bai Shaling, who filled the formation space, did not confront him head-on. The quagmire-like aura was superimposed layer by layer around him, and the flying sword cut off layers.
, Feng Ling'er can superimpose two layers, gradually surrounding and oppressing Ning Chen, until finally imprisoning him.
Seeing that the flying sword could not pierce Bai Shaling, and would be completely restrained if he kept changing his moves, Ning Chen decided to give full play to his strengths. He took out a stack of talismans from the magic bag, and drew the true energy in his body.
The two flaming light talismans turned into burning flames in the blink of an eye. They were shot out in all directions in an instant. Everything they passed was like a knife cutting through oil, unstoppable. Although Bai Shaling tried her best to block it, the flaming light talisman was not blocked.
With such speed, it took less than a breath to pierce through the white silk silk, and then was blocked by the formation shrouded in the center of the power transfer platform, exploding twelve rays of fire.
"Oh my God, so many Fire Streaming Talismans were shot at once!" someone exclaimed.
"Is he stupid? If so many talismans were thrown at Feng Ling'er, I'm afraid he would have won." Someone murmured.
"More than just a victory, with so many Fire Streaming Talismans thrown out, Junior Sister Ling'er will be seriously injured even if she doesn't die."
"Humph, if he dares to seriously injure Junior Sister Ling'er, I won't be able to spare him!"
If it were a life and death fight, Ning Chen would naturally hit Feng Ling'er with these talismans without hesitation. However, now it was a competition in front of everyone. The Fire Streaming Talisman was extremely fast and blocked by formations. Ning Chen was a little worried on the stage.
The big bosses were unable to rescue him, and he accidentally beat Feng Ling'er to death, which would be a big trouble, so Ning Chen decided to use force to overpower others, completely defeat Feng Ling'er's methods, and let her herself
Give up.
Seeing the Fiery Light Talisman piercing the white silk silk, Ning Chen casually took out a bunch of talismans, raised his hand and flew out along the passage he had just punched, and then flickered in the formation, and the light spots grew longer and expanded in the wind.
There are more than a thousand fist-sized fireballs suspended in the mid-air of the power transfer platform, exuding endless heat and violent aura.
"Hundred Sun Fire Talisman! So many?"
"Is he crazy? Are he prepared to die with Junior Sister Ling'er?"
Feng Xueer's beautiful face turned pale, and then she saw Ning Chen raising his hand to sacrifice the Green Savoy Pearl and Luo Tian Umbrella. A ball of green clouds and a colorful stream of light protected her, and there were three small transparent shields around her.
Circling around, holding a talisman in each hand at the same time, it is obvious that there are still trump cards that have not been played.
Ning Chen was well prepared, looked at Feng Ling'er, smiled slightly, and said one word, "Three!"
The eyes of King Yun and the Supreme Elder on the training platform jumped, but no one took any action. Feng Ling'er's pupils shrank suddenly, and a handkerchief and a small shield that was neither gold nor iron appeared in her hand instantly.
Ning Chen kept smiling, "Two!"
Feng Ling'er squeezed her handprint, and the handkerchief floated above her head, releasing threads to wrap her up. Then the small shield grew larger and blocked her in front of her. An unknown ferocious beast was engraved on the shield, with crude and wild lines.
There was a faint light full of wildness in the eyes of the ferocious beast.
The elder who presided over the competition looked solemn, and hurriedly waved his hand to release billowing clouds that spread all over the formation nodes, ready to reinforce the formation at any time.
"One!" Ning Chen snapped his fingers in a cool manner.