Ning Huaihen, who was shrouded in the rain of thousands of swords, did not move, holding the hilt tightly, and didn't know what he was thinking.
What's going on? Could it be that I can't think of a solution, don't know how to deal with it, or I'm just scared?
Luo Enen suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't think about how long Shen Yuxuan could last, but should think about how long Ning Huaihen could last, right?
But why did Brother Ye say that Shen Yuxuan will definitely lose?
"Yes, Shen Yuxuan will definitely lose." What she couldn't understand the most was that Gu Fenghua stared at Shen Yuxuan and Ning's hatred, and even said the same thing.
"Fenghua, you said that too, but how is that possible? Shen Yuxuan clearly still has the upper hand..." Luo Enen didn't like to use his brain at first, and he couldn't figure it out at this time. Instead, he became more and more impatient and couldn't help it.
He asked.
"Kill..." At this moment, Ning Huai hated and drew his sword.
The roar of dragons starts, and frost is everywhere!
Fast, it was too fast. The cold light of the sword, like a lightning bolt in a storm, instantly splitting the darkness and the thick rain curtain. Everything blocked in front seemed to be destroyed by this lightning bolt.
A strong murderous intent filled the audience, and the throbbing of death also emerged in everyone's heart, holding their hearts tightly.
This sword is so violent and so cruel.
Gu Fenghua's eyes suddenly stormed, as if he had returned to a certain moment in the past, and saw the hideous and ruthless face again. Her hand subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.
In just a blink of an eye, or even in a blink of an eye, the sword light broke through thousands of sword rains and slashed against Shen Yuxuan's chest.
Shen Yuxuan groaned and staggered backwards. His face was no longer as calm as before, and he looked shocked.
One step, two steps, three steps... With each step, a bunch of blood sprinkled on the ground in front of him. After more than ten steps, he finally stopped, and his face turned pale.
With a bang, the sword fell to the ground. He covered his chest with his hands and slowly fell to the ground. Blood flowed out between his fingers, obviously he was seriously injured.
On the opposite side, Ning Huaihen stood proudly, looked at him disdainfully, suddenly turned around, and slashed at Wei Podi with a sword.
Wei Podi never expected that Xuanxin Jianyu, who had already cultivated to the fourth level, would be broken by Ning Huaihe with a sword so easily, and he did not expect that he would be defeated so quickly and was completely unprepared.
When he heard the sound of the sword, it was too late to react, so he could only watch the murderous sword falling ruthlessly towards him. Fortunately, he still had a demon pet. In the critical moment, the silver-winged dragon python
He suddenly broke away from the battle circle and swayed his wings, like a piece of silver leg rushed towards Ning Huaihen.
The savior was anxious that it exploded a few points faster than before. Not to mention the few people on the field, even the people in the audience could not see its trajectory clearly.
However, Ning Huaihen's eyes were still so cold and quiet, just twisting his wrist slightly, and the sword light that was cut out changed direction.
"Hiss..." The silver legitimate, which was so fast that it was difficult for human eyes to capture, suddenly paused, and was condensed in the air as if someone had used the immobilization technique.
Time seemed to pause at this moment.
Everyone clearly saw that Ning Huaihen's sword was slashing seven inches below the Silver Winged Dragon Python, and it was only a little short of it to hit the vital point. However, although the Silver Winged Spirit Python avoided the vital point by chance, the firm
For example, the fine scales of the fine steel were still cut open by this sword, and a blood mist was sprayed out.