"What, First Jian Ning Zhongchen, he actually took action before us."
"There is no hope now. No one in the world knows that Ning Zhongchen is interested in the princess. If he is trying to please the princess..."
"Damn it, if I had known that Ning Zhongchen would take action, I should have been the first to fight!"
As a princess of the royal family, she is also very beautiful. Jiang Xiaomo is very popular in the imperial capital. She does not need to take action at all. Naturally, there will be countless people rushing to help her teach Ye Fei a lesson.
"Whether we let Ning Zhongchen go out to fight, this person can easily defeat Lao Jiu, or he may be a genius, and only an equally talented genius can subdue him!"
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaomo showed a rare smile to Ning Zhongchen, "Zhongchen, come on!"
"Don't worry, princess, I will never let you down with my first sword!" This was the first time Ning Zhongchen saw Jiang Xiaomo's smile, and all his fighting spirit was aroused.
With extremely fierce sword power and passionate blood, Ning Zhongchen walked towards Ye Fei coldly and said in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, it is your fault to come to Cuixiang Tower to cause trouble. Say your name and I will strike with the first sword.
, don’t kill the nameless people!”
"First Sword? Is your sword very strong?" Ye Fei looked at Ning Zhongchen with some humor. The sword has no limit, but this man dared to call it the First Sword, which shows how proud this man is in his heart.
The key to the sword is to be open-minded and tolerant.
If the heart is not sincere, the sword will not be strong!
If the sword is not strong, the edge will be weak!
"The sword has no limit, but your sword is full. You don't deserve to be called the first sword! Let's change the name." Ye Fei suggested seriously.
To Ning Zhongchen's ears, these words sounded like Hong Guoguo's mockery.
"What, did we hear it correctly? How dare this kid be so arrogant and arrogant in front of the First Sword?"
"It's so heartbreaking and outrageous! Ning Zhongchen, use your sword quickly to let this foreign kid know how powerful the genius of the imperial capital is!"
"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"
The Ninth Prince led a group of followers and roared with hatred, wishing that Ning Zhongchen would kill Ye Fei.
"It turned out to be Ning Zhongchen! Ye Fei is in danger now!" Jiang Cheng saw that the one who took action was actually the first swordsman Ning Zhongchen. He couldn't help but glance at Ye Fei worriedly.
Looking at Ye Fei, he still looked calm, neither happy nor sad. He just stood there as usual, but it gave people the invisible pressure of looking up from a mountain.
Jiang Cheng was suddenly speechless.
The shouts of the princes and grandsons gradually became weak. The eyes of the princess's daughters became brighter when they looked at Ye Fei.
"I see, you also use a sword. No wonder you are jealous of my title of No. 1 Sword! What a pity. My title is not gained by practicing, but by killing. You can't take away the title of No. 1 Sword!" Ning
Zhongchen looked at Ye Fei seriously for the first time.
Others could not sense it. As a swordsman, Ning Zhongchen immediately sensed the invisible edge hidden in Ye Fei's body.
That's a sword!
Also human!
"Use your sword!" Ning Zhongchen raised his sword with high fighting spirit. Nothing makes people's blood boil more than the swordsman's fight.
Jiang Xiaomo, Chen Wanli, Huang Feiying and others also held their breath and watched the battle seriously. This was the first time Ning Zhongchen used his sword after several years. They wanted to see what Ning Zhongchen would do after years of hard training.
What a progress.
"No, no, you should draw the sword first." Ye Fei's answer made many people a little depressed. Faced with the first sword, he dared to let the opponent draw the sword first. How stupid must he be?
"Are you scared?" Ning Zhongchen was stunned.
"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that once my sword comes out, you may not have the chance to use it." Ye Fei's expression was full of seriousness.
What he said was the truth, it was his confidence in the way of the sword.
But in other people's ears, Ye Fei's words were even more arrogant and arrogant than asking Ning Zhongchen to remove his title of First Sword.
"This man simply doesn't know how to write the word "death". Brother Ning, since he wants to die, you might as well help him!" Huang Feiying laughed angrily.
"Enemy, kill him quickly and let's continue drinking!" Chen Wanli also secretly shook his head. Being powerful and arrogant is self-confidence.
To be so arrogant without strength is a typical act of recklessness. Jiang Xiaomo shook her head, feeling that she had overestimated Ye Fei.
Ning Zhongchen is very well-mannered, and at this moment, his eyes are full of anger, "As the number one sword, I am not as crazy as you! I will let you know what the number one sword is! Kill, and the mountains and rivers will be shattered with one sword!"
"
boom!
The astonishing sword light turned into raging waves and flowed out from Ning Zhongchen's hand. The vast sword energy, like water flow or mist, suddenly turned into a roaring river.
The river was so terrifying that it flooded the entire banquet hall in an instant. Countless warriors turned pale and retreated crazily. Just sensing Ning Zhongchen's sword energy, a fear of death arose in their hearts.
"The power of the sword turns into a river, stretching endlessly! Ning Zhongchen is stronger!" Huang Feiying and Chen Wanli sighed at the same time. They have also made progress in the past few years, but obviously not as much as Ning Zhongchen.
"How is that possible?" Jiang Xiaomo's eyes suddenly widened. Huang Feiying and Chen Wanli followed his gaze curiously, and their eyes almost bulged out in shock.
Faced with Ning Zhongchen's terrifying sword power, Ye Fei actually did not draw his sword, but instead his whole body shone with golden light.
Like an ancient war demon, he ignored all obstacles, faced the long river of swords, swam upstream, and strode towards Ning Zhongchen.
"The sword is as powerful as a river. Your sword is very strong. Unfortunately, you are too complacent! Such a river of swords cannot hurt me!" Ye Fei grabbed it with his hand, and a whirlpool arose in the river of swords, and then
, this whirlpool is getting bigger and bigger.
From beginning to end, Ye Fei did not draw his sword, nor did he release any sword energy. He just used his heart as his sword and quickly understood the core essence of this sword river.
Then, Ye Fei was like a tidal wave in the waves. He waved his hands and slapped the sword river hard. The entire sword river was not controlled by Ning Zhongchen, and a huge vortex of swords appeared.
The whirlpool turned bigger and bigger, and finally, Ning Zhongchen's sword river was snatched away by Ye Fei, forming a sharp sword storm, roaring in the sky.
"This is impossible! How can you master my sword energy?" Ning Zhongchen was extremely shocked. He tried his best to activate the sword force, trying to turn the tide.
"Why is it impossible? Your sword is my sword, my sword is still my sword! Look carefully, this is the sword, this is the way of the sword, I don't dare to call myself the first sword, let alone
you?"
boom!
The whistling sword hurricane suddenly stopped, and then condensed into a huge mountain of swords. It pointed towards Ning Zhongchen and said, "I took a sword from you. Now, you also take a sword from me. Heavenly Sword Jue, Sword
Qi is like a mountain!"
Boom!
Like lightning tearing apart the sky, many people have not yet recovered from the shock of the sword storm. The huge storm has turned into a terrifying mountain of swords, suppressing them mercilessly.
"Ah, I don't accept it. I am the number one swordsman, how could I lose! I want to win, I must win! Poof!" Ning Zhongchen roared, and suddenly the swords merged into one and crashed into the sword mountain.
But Ye Fei's sword mountain is too heavy. It is a mountain of sword blades with ten souls condensed together. Its power is comparable to the fourth level of the Martial Saint. How could Ning Zhongchen resist it?
After only holding on for a moment, Ning Zhongchen's human-sword unity was shattered, and his pale face was suppressed to the ground by the mountain of swords. (To be continued)