[Congratulations! The recycling system and the cornucopia of the heavens have joined forces to release the overwhelming power that encompasses all the world and wants to recycle all objects in the world. The repeated counterattacks of the natal magic weapon, the Fish-Dragon Fairy Sword, not only failed to make the dual-core surrender, but
Infinitely inspired them to successfully recycle
The remaining power carried by the seven and a half immortal weapons. The two powers turned into two big dragons, one in front, one behind, one left and one right, and began to attack the Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword crazily. After some difficult resistance, the Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword was finally defeated.
Fell, leaked out, and fell miserably in front of the iron cavalry of the recycling system!]
[Congratulations! You recovered the Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword and received a reward of 5 million Great Saint Coins!]
“It really worked!”
Sun Ning raised his eyebrows and was instantly overjoyed.
"ah……"
At the same time, the airtight young master Xiantian, who was originally activating the protective sword array, suddenly screamed and his whole body trembled like chaff. A blood arrow spurted out from his mouth, and his face was as golden as paper.
His eyes were blind and he was seriously injured.
"The Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword, my Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword! This is my natal magic weapon, how could it disappear! Come back, come back to me quickly!"
The young master Xiantian was shouting and roaring incoherently, almost going crazy.
When he looked at Sun Ning with his fierce eyes, they were already full of fear and panic, and he said in a trembling voice: "Little bastard, what kind of method did you use? My destiny magic weapon, what are you doing?"
Where did it go? Hand it over, hand it over to me now, I will spare your life, and I can let you go for your heinous sin of blaspheming the emissary of Qin Tian!"
The frightened Young Master Xiantian also chose to surrender temporarily at this moment.
As his natal magic weapon, the Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword has already formed an incomparably deep flesh-and-blood connection with him. If one loses, both will suffer, and the other will prosper. If the natal magic weapon is lost, it will have a huge impact on his future cultivation. He will quickly degenerate from a top genius to a common man.
, it’s not impossible.
This is what Young Master Xiantian fears the most!
"Will you spare my life?"
Sun Ning's voice was clear and clear, and there was a hint of a smile on his face, making it difficult to guess his thoughts for a while.
Young Master Xiantian said eagerly: "That's right! As long as you return the Fish-Dragon Immortal Sword to me, I will spare your life. I will do what I say and I will never break my promise!"
"You can still say such words when you are about to die."
Sun Ning shook his head dumbly and sneered again and again: "What's more, is there anyone in this world who can punish me, Sun Ning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Ning put his right index finger and middle finger together and performed a sword gesture, and strands of sword energy filled his hand.
The next moment, Sun Ning pointed his sword and slashed out with one strike.
In an instant, a nine-foot-long snow-white sword light, like a moonlight rising from the ground, rushed towards the young master Xiantian.
The power of this sword does not look very amazing, but there is a deep charm in it, giving people a sense of depth and unpredictability.
As the sword light filled the air, time and space seemed to have undergone strange changes, becoming unreal and even chaotic.
"What a terrifying sword..."
Semi-Saint Ling Yun sighed, his eyes showing an inexplicable light of fright. When he looked at Sun Ning again, there was obviously a hint of fear.
He could feel how profound the sword intention was contained in this sword, and what a high level of swordsmanship it represented, which was astonishing and beyond imagination.
"Get away!"
Looking at the sword coming from afar, the young master Xiantian roared angrily, subconsciously activating the magic power in his body to turn it into a sharp sword energy to dispel it.
But the next second, Young Master Xiantian's expression changed.
The injuries caused by the loss of his natal magic weapon were far from reaching the point where he would lose his ability to resist.
But when he wanted to activate the magic power in his body again, he was shocked to find that the boundless pressure suddenly locked all the energy around him.
Mana can no longer be activated.
The trick can no longer be used.
Even his breathing and heartbeat became more difficult than ever.
"This is...the power of the field?"
This thought came to the mind of the young master Xiantian, and the sword curtain that looked like a silver moon had already hit him firmly. In an instant, the strong and fierce force swept through his limbs and bones, and his whole body trembled like a sandbag.
He fell into the yellow sand twenty or thirty feet away, blood spurted out, and he was severely injured.
The onlookers looked at this scene in surprise. On the surface, the young master Xiantian was like a living target. When someone slashed at him with a sword, he refused to dodge. It was really stupid. Sun Ning's sword hit him
The hidden realm of sword intent is no longer something that ordinary strong people can understand and identify.
Sun Ning stepped forward step by step, his green shirt flying, like an invincible Confucian general, with an upright style in his heroic martial arts. His expression was calm and calm, his eyes were clear and bright, showing a calmness that had seen all the vicissitudes of life, and was not surprised at every change.
Joy without sadness.
The young master Xiantian struggled to get up. At this moment, almost all the life-saving treasures he carried on his body disappeared, and he was already in a desperate situation.
When he raised his head with difficulty, he happened to look into Sun Ning's extremely indifferent, cold and emotionless eyes. His heart suddenly trembled, and he said in a harsh voice: "You...you really dare to kill me?"
He didn't see any 'life' breath in those pupils, all he saw was the dismissive breath of destruction and killing!
The Young Master Xiantian asked himself that as an emissary of Qintian Supervisor, even a great saint would not dare to do anything to him.
Therefore, when he fought against Sun Ning, he was always thinking about his own face, or about his status and future. He never thought about death at all.
No one dares to kill an imperial emissary, even if they are defeated!
It was only at this moment that Young Master Xiantian realized with horror that his judgment was wrong...
Sun Ning took a step forward, and an indifferent voice slowly sounded: "Why don't I dare to kill you?"
Young Master Xiantian roared: "Don't forget, both you and the entire Star Continent behind you are subject to the orders of our Qintian Prison. If you offend the order, you are blaspheming against the Qintian Prison.
How dare you commit such a heinous crime?"
"I am the imperial emissary, how dare you kill me?"
"Little bastard, I'll give you one last chance. Now kneel down and beg for mercy, hand over all my semi-immortal weapons, and I can conceal your crime of offending me and let you live..."
"Even if I say these things to you, I will never tolerate you!"
Sun Ning smiled coldly, interrupted the young master Xiantian who became hysterical again, and said solemnly: "What bullshit Qin Tianjian envoy, what do I, Sun Ning, have to fear? If you dare to offend me, even if you are ten times stronger, I will not
Kill as you please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Ning's long sword was unsheathed, and a bright sword light flashed across it. The sharp and cold sword energy had already passed through the throat of the innate young master. (To be continued)