Feng Ling'er gave up. Ning Chen retracted the flying sword, ignoring Feng Ling'er's eyes drooping and hesitating to speak. He just turned around and walked out of the formation. He was met by nearly a hundred pairs of complicated eyes around the transfer platform.
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"Okay, after this battle, your reputation for being ruthless and ruthless will definitely be unstoppable." Yan Wuxun came forward with a smile.
Ning Chen was speechless, "I have been very restrained. You see, she just spit out a mouthful of blood."
Hearing Ning Chen's words, the disciples nearby looked at him angrily, and they just vomited a mouthful of blood. Feng Ling'er had a gentle and gentle personality. He had cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining at a young age. He was said to be the most popular among the young disciples of Qingyun Sect.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that she is a goddess. Disciples in the Qi Refining Stage can’t defeat her. Elders in the Condensation Stage can also control the severity. They usually take good care of her, even if they are not even injured. But now they are beaten by you until they vomit blood, and what they get in return is
Are it the four words "just" and "just"?
If he knew the thoughts of everyone in the Qingyun Sect, Ning Chen would probably sneer at him. Feng Ling'er definitely has a lot of experience in fighting. Just now, she took action with Bai Shaling to complete the field control. The auras were superimposed layer by layer, and her three
Yang Jianqi cannot be used at all. If it were not for the numerous talismans as trump cards, I would have lost from the very beginning.
After that, he used the talisman to make a comeback, and Feng Ling'er kept trying to resist. She almost got out after several moves, and the rhythm of her release of the flaming light talisman kept changing and kept suppressing it, so she was not given a chance. Otherwise, the two of them would
Maybe they are still fighting in the field now.
In fact, if you think about it, you will know that Feng Ling'er is the young disciple of Southwest Cloud King Feng Jiuyan. Her senior sister Feng Xue'er can also fight against Yan Wuxun who was carefully trained by Huang Ying. How could Feng Ling'er be protected?
The charming girl? It must have been under Feng Jiuyan's arrangement that she practiced and practiced in a place where ordinary people couldn't see her, and that's how she achieved her current cultivation and combat power.
Yue Tianjing on the side looked solemn. What he is best at is swordsmanship. Although he is confident that his swordsmanship is definitely better than Ning Chen, his head-to-head strength is limited even if he is a little stronger than Ning Chen. Now he sees that Ning Chen's three flying swords can't kill Feng in any way.
Ling'er's Bai Shaling, he knew that he would definitely not be able to do it, but he didn't have Ning Chen's trump card to break the situation, which meant that if he and Feng Ling'er fought, he must seize the opportunity, otherwise he would lose.
When Feng Ling'er saw Ning Chen turning around and leaving without saying a word, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, which turned into pitiable weakness in the blink of an eye. She first bowed to Ning Chen's back, and then to the person sitting on the stage.
Feng Jiuyan saluted before flying out of the formation.
"Hmph, this Messenger Ning is indeed a casual cultivator and doesn't know any etiquette." Another disciple said dissatisfied.
"That's enough. Among our monks, the one who achieves first and the winner is king, can etiquette be eaten as food? If Ning Envoy wins, he has the right to be rude." There are also monks who have no feelings for Feng Ling'er and are finally dissatisfied with the people around them.
Surrounded by those Feng Linger.
"Hmph, the winner is king? What kind of winner is winning by relying on a talisman?" someone said dissatisfied.
"We have always allowed foreign objects to be used in our competitions. Having so many talismans is their skill and part of their strength. How can we ask them not to use foreign objects when we go out and encounter enemies?"
Seeing that Feng Ling'er had been defeated, Feng Jiuyan put a smile on her face again. She ignored Huang Ying's sense of herself and said with a smile, "Congratulations to Lao Huang for receiving such a genius. He only relied on the talisman on his body.
I'm afraid ordinary elders are no longer his match."
Huang Ying gave a faint hum and did not answer. Everyone knew about the grievances between Huang Ying and Feng Jiuyan. The two of them only maintained a superficial peace. No one would be soft when it came to adding insult to injury. But Feng Jiuyan usually
He acted more "enthusiastic", while Huang Ying was too lazy to pretend.
"Ling'er's cultivation and spells are all superior to Ning Chen's, but Ning Chen's method of playing with dozens of talismans at once is really too confusing. It's reasonable for Ling'er to lose, so let her not care about it." A lady said
The elder said.
Feng Jiuyan nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Elder Hong, for your explanation. I think Ling'er will feel much better after hearing this."
None of the cloud kings said anything. They secretly thought that Feng Jiuyan was indeed not a simple person. Feng Ling'er was a distant relative of Elder Hong. He actually let Feng Jiuyan find an opportunity to become his disciple. Not only did he change his surname, but he also got married to the new
The Supreme Elder of Jin established a relationship.
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As Feng Ling'er and Ning Chen left, the center of the training platform became empty again. The elder who presided over the competition waved his hand and condensed all the smoke and dust in the formation into a ball and sent it out of the formation, revealing the empty square.
Although the battle between Ning Chen and Feng Ling'er just now was extremely fierce, it was just an ordinary disciple's sparring. At this time, the sparring ended, and another disciple immediately entered the formation to continue the challenge.
Half an hour passed quickly, and when another disciple won, Zheng Qingtian stepped into the formation step by step.
Seeing Zheng Qingtian entering the formation, even though the disciple who had just won was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, his expression changed. He knew that he was not fighting against him, so he turned around and left the formation without saying a word.
Seeing Zheng Qingtian appear, Yue Tianjing's eyes lit up, he stood up, and jumped into the formation.
"Well, it's finally interesting. Watching them compete is much more interesting than watching you do it. You only use talismans to bully others." Seeing Zheng Qingtian and Yue Tianjing standing opposite each other, Yan Wuxun said with a smile, stroking his hands.
Ning Chen was speechless. He obviously won neatly, but why did he think it was boring when he said it? However, he also looked at the field attentively. He had seen Yue Tianjing's swordsmanship just now. It was indeed profound and superb. He taught Qi Refining Nine
The disciples at the top level were unable to fight back against him. I heard that Zheng Qingtian was also a master of swordsmanship, so I could just observe and learn from him.
Zheng Qingtian didn't talk nonsense. When he saw Yue Tianjing entering, he released his flying sword. The two of them looked at each other and started fighting without any foreplay.
Yue Tianjing studied under Shangguan Hong, the king of northwest clouds, and his sword path was meticulous and rigorous. One sword was counted as three swords, and it was like a fine sword net that enveloped the opponent tightly. Zheng Qingtian inherited Duan Lingtian's aloofness.
Arrogant, a character who looks down on the world, his sword path is open and closed, his momentum is powerful and exciting, he uses his power to overwhelm others and never retreats.
Although both of them practiced the "Qingyun Supreme Sword Art" passed down directly from the Qingyun Sect, and the basics of the techniques were the same, the techniques differed from person to person, and the effects they produced were completely different.
The disciples outside the court watched mesmerized, and Ning Chen's eyes were filled with twinkling stars. This was the first time he saw a swordsmanship contest with real knowledge and talent. Yan Wuxun was not good at flying swords. Although Luo Jian was talented enough,
But his background is not good, let alone those people from the five Cangshan sects he met before.
Both of them are arrogant people. This is a pure swordsmanship competition. No one knows how to use other foreign objects. They only see two cyan sword lights in the field, either interspersed or clashing, with twists and turns and endless changes.
, the sword energy accumulated more and more, shaking the formation in the binding field, causing the elder who presided over the discussion to reinforce it again.
Zheng Qingtian and Yue Tianjing fought for half an hour. Although they had different styles, neither one could gain the slightest advantage. Compared to now, it was almost a matter of who made a mistake first or couldn't hold back his energy to win.
burden.
The elder who was presiding over the sparring glanced at Elder Luo on the stage, nodded, and released his flying sword into the formation to deflect two cyan sword lights, "Everyone, please stop. This sparring will be considered a draw."