The huge flag surrounded the swimming fish. Li Xuanwu shouted loudly and slammed his right hand on the ground. With a bang, the land around him was filled with dust.
After the dust cleared, Li Xuanwu was still standing on the spot, his expression as normal, but the large formation he had set up and the surrounding formation flags were all blown away.
"Haha, that's right." Ning Jincheng couldn't help but nodded and said: "You are considered a junior, but the fact that you can stand up to my finger without falling down is enough to prove how powerful you are. Master Yichen actually has a good disciple."
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"My qualifications are quite satisfactory among all the senior fellow apprentices." Li Xuanwu smiled and said, "Senior, you should be merciful with this finger. Haha, otherwise, how could I have survived until now?"
"Haha, I'm not merciful with that finger." Ning Jincheng smiled and said: "You can survive my finger without falling, which is enough to prove your strength. Master Yichen is really not easy. You can teach it."
All of his disciples can be trusted by me, so I am looking forward to meeting him."
"You can't." Li Xuanwu shook his head and said: "He is an immortal now, and you are at best a demon now. How can you, a demon, compete with my master?"
"Haha, that's not necessarily the case." Ning Jincheng laughed loudly and said, "Although I have not inherited all the strength of the Eight-Armed King, at least I still have the strength of the Six-Armed King. Do you think my current strength cannot catch up with your master?
The so-called immortal way?"
"The Eight-Armed King is just a myth." Li Xuanwu shook his head slightly and said: "Really, I don't think his strength can compete with the power of immortality. Senior and junior, I would like to advise you, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the end."
"Haha, you are a junior, but you use this tone to teach me a lesson?" Ning Jincheng sneered and said: "Give up, preaching is useless to me, I will spare your life today and let you go back alive to tell your master
, I look forward to fighting him."
"Juniors must bring today's words." Li Xuanwu nodded slightly and said: "Unfortunately, what I'm afraid of is that seniors won't have this opportunity."
"Haha, what an arrogant boy." Ning Jincheng sneered and said, "I have been practicing in seclusion for many years, and now I have the six-armed strength of King Ming."
As Ning Jincheng spoke, his remaining four arms slowly opened. He now looked like a spider, looking extremely terrifying.
"Even if Master Yichen has entered the immortal world now, I still have the strength to fight him. Maybe I will suffer a little loss in front of him, but a few of his disciples? Haha, to be honest, I still
I’ve never taken it seriously.”
"You are very arrogant." Li Xuanwu smiled slightly and said: "Senior, this is what the junior has said. As for whether the senior will listen or not, or how to think about it, the junior can't control it. I just hope that the senior can take care of himself. My words, you
I can keep it in mind."
"Don't worry, I will remember your words." Ning Jincheng smiled, waved his hand and said, "Keep moving forward."
Cannon fodder is still cannon fodder. They are at the front of the team. Just now in Li Xuanwu's formation, they lost one-third of their people in one round. Only now have these people realized what they are going to do today.
is not a simple matter.
Even with the support of the Ning family behind them, the strength of the enemy still made them all frightened. However, things had already reached this point, and it was too late for them to regret even if they wanted to, so now they could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward.
Finally crossing the bridge, Li Xuanwu stood alone and blocked these people for a long time. This incident made these people feel a little downcast.
Li Xuanwu held the flag in one hand, and the big flag in his hand was propped on the ground. He watched the team passing by him from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but sigh slightly.
"Junior brother, I tried my best." After Li Xuanwu said this, he knelt down on the ground with a plop and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Ning Jincheng was now a half-demon body, although he only inherited the strength of King Ming's six arms.
, but this strength is not something Li Xuanwu can withstand.
Even though the formation he had set up was exquisite, it could only resist half of his attacks. Even the remaining half of Ning Jincheng's attacks were not something he could withstand.
"Master, Master Yichen is really too trusting. He didn't show up in person and only found a few disciples to deal with us. This is really arrogant." Yu Qianxing said.
"He is not arrogant, but his disciples are indeed unique." Ning Jincheng said lightly: "Do you really think I was merciful with that finger just now?"
"Isn't it...isn't it?" Yu Qianxing's heart suddenly flashed, and he was a little surprised. Junzijian Yu Qianxing was also a well-known figure in the circle.
But he didn't think that he could withstand Ning Jincheng's finger with his flesh and blood. Although this finger seemed insignificant, in fact, Ning Jincheng now had a half-demon body, plus the eight arms he inherited.
With the power of King Ming's Six Arms, his abilities have gone far beyond the scope of martial arts.
If it were him, not to mention Ning Jincheng's finger, even if he moved his finger, he would probably be wiped out. But Li Xuanwu not only endured it, but he also seemed to be nothing serious, which made Yu Qianxing
I was surprised to find that Li Xuanwu looked about the same age as me.
And he may be a little younger than himself, but he actually has the strength to resist Ning Jincheng's attack. The disciples of Yichen Zhenren don't look like ordinary people.
At this moment, a man walking directly in front suddenly screamed and fell to the ground with a thud. At the same time, a young black shadow flashed in front of everyone's eyes and then disappeared without a trace.
Almost at the same time, countless shadows jumped out from the riverbed of Shili River. As soon as these shadows attacked, a group of people fell down. These people lay on the ground, twisting and screaming, with wounds on their bodies.
Black blood seeped out from time to time.
Qinhuai has one hundred thousand water ghosts. Although it sounds a bit exaggerated now, these little things are best used for sneak attacks. On a high slope in the distance, one of the sleeves of the Ghost King is still empty. The situation below, he
See clearly.
Seeing everyone in the Ning family pull out their weapons, the Ghost King's face showed a hint of imperceptible laughter. He put the bamboo flute to his lips with one hand and started playing.
The melodious sound of the flute seemed to have endless penetrating power. On the calm ten-mile river, countless water splashes suddenly appeared. Through the moonlight, the blue-white faces and white pupils of the water ghosts were vaguely visible.
