Inside the inn.

Everyone watched intently at the battle between Wuxin and Leng Wubing.

And Yi Changqing and Nangong Ning were also watching, the battle between the two was very fierce, perhaps because they were afraid of destroying the streets, so the battlefield of the two was invariably chosen in the air, and the fight was extremely fierce.

Halfway through the battle, Leng Wubing drew his sword.

His knife is sharp, domineering, and his knife intent is extremely strong.

Even a cross-robber warrior has few people's sword intent that can compare to him.

"Brother Changqing, who do you say will win this battle!"

Nangong Ning looked at the battle in the sky and said curiously, her current cultivation is far better than eight hundred years ago, and she is already a great master of overcoming a catastrophe.

But she, a master of the tribulation, rarely fights with others, and her combat experience is not as good as other tribulations, plus Leng Wubing and Wuxin are indistinguishable from each other, so it is indeed a little difficult for her to judge whether she wins or loses at once.

Yi Changqing satisfied her curiosity and said: "In terms of true intent, Leng Wubing's sword intent is better than Wuxin's, but Wuxin's cultivation is higher than Leng Wubing's, so the strength of these two people can be said to be equal, and the key to it is combat experience."

Leng Wubing is good at the way of the knife, and the way of the knife is a sharp weapon for fighting, coupled with Leng Wubing's temperament, the battle on weekdays must be indispensable, in terms of experience, Leng Wubing is higher, and he has a greater chance of winning. ”

Hearing Yi Changqing's explanation, many people thought so.

But some people questioned, "Who dares to talk nonsense here, my Yin and Yang Holy Sect's Yin and Yang Dao is incomparable, and Senior Brother Wuxin is even the best in this way, how can he lose to that Leng Wubing." ”

The one who spoke was a disciple of the Yin Yang Holy Sect.

Other Holy Sect disciples also chimed in.

"That's it, who is this person, he doesn't understand anything and talks nonsense. ”

"How could Senior Brother Wuxin lose. ”

"It's just gibberish. ”

Yi Changqing didn't care about the accusations of the disciples of the Yin Yang Holy Sect, but Nangong Ning Yu next to him frowned slightly, and when he heard someone say that her elder brother was not, he couldn't help but snort lightly, releasing a wisp of coercion, which immediately frightened the disciples of the Holy Sect into paleness.

This breath was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, making them almost suffocated.

"Dowager!!"

Oh my God, they've provoked the power of the Tribulation.

Isn't this looking for death?

"Hmph, one more word, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Nangong snorted coldly, and then reined in his coercion.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a feeling of escaping death.

This is not an exaggeration, you must know, this is the power of the Tribulation, when Lingwu is not born, he can almost walk sideways, they have only a few Holy Sect disciples who provoke such an existence, if the other party is a little short-tempered, it is possible to slap them to death.

"Ning'er is so domineering. Yi Changqing smiled faintly.

And Nangong Ning raised her head slightly, a little proud.

"In the future, I will rely on Ning'er to protect me. ”

"Brother Changqing, don't worry, leave it to me. Although she knew that Yi Changqing was joking with her, Nangong Ning was still very useful.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but feel a little pantothenic acid in their hearts.

Who is this little white face! can be so valued by the power of the Tribulation.

There are also some people who admire it so much.

It's amazing, to be able to hook up with a catastrophe power with a man, and eat soft rice to such a point, it's simply a model for my generation.

Everyone present subconsciously ignored Nangong Ning's address to Yi Changqing, and the white-clothed storyteller also noticed, he glanced at Yi Changqing a few times secretly, and together with the person in his mind, his body was shocked, and he stood next to Yi Changqing with his head down.

Vaguely, a little respectful.

Airplanes......

In the void, a sword aura suddenly slashed towards the inn.

The sword qi was sharp, tearing through the void.

"Oh no, we're going to be affected by the battle. ”

"Damn, can't you just aim and fight again??"

"It's dead, it's dead, this sword can't stop it!"

Just when everyone was helpless, Nangong Ning pursed his lips and waved his palm, and the void rippled in circles, and a majestic and domineering palm power directly hit the knife qi, shattering it in an instant.

This scene made everyone in the inn breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you seniors for your help. ”

"I forgot, with my predecessors here, what can happen. ”

One of them was by his side, and he was afraid of a few knife gases.

Everyone no longer had any worries, and they watched the battle attentively.

Bang......

A figure fell from the sky and smashed on the ground, directly smashing out a huge hole, in the hole, he unintentionally covered his chest and half-knelt on the ground, and looked at Leng Wubing in mid-air with blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I lost. Wuxin said with a wry smile.

Before the exchange meeting began, he lost first.

I have to say that this is a big blow to him.

In the inn, everyone was extremely surprised.

"The Holy Son of Heartlessness really lost??"

"What a little ...... Brother said yes, it's amazing!"

Someone originally wanted to say that he was a little white-faced, but after noticing Nangong Ning's cold gaze, he hurriedly changed his words, which saved him from the pain of flesh and skin.

Everyone looked at Yi Changqing and was quite surprised.

I didn't expect this person to still have some eyesight.

High in the air, Leng Wubing, who had defeated Wuxin, looked at the inn not far away, to be precise, he looked at Nangong Ning, and said, "You blocked my sword qi just now, it's good, fight with me." ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Is this guy going to die?

This is a robber powerhouse!!

Leng Wubing naturally knew that Nangong Ning was a strong man in the Tribulation, but he was naturally sure that he dared to open his mouth to challenge, and he had been fighting continuously these days, and the true yuan in his body had accumulated to the extreme, and he was about to break through.

He needs a fight.

You need a hearty battle to help you break through.

If you can't do it unintentionally, you can change to someone stronger.

Nangong Ning, a martial artist who has crossed the catastrophe, is just right.

"Don't. Nangong Ning directly refused.

"That's not up to you. ”

Leng Wubing was holding a long knife in his hand and was about to make a move, but at this moment, a figure suddenly flew over and stopped him, the man was a gray-haired old man, "No soldiers, don't come nonsense." ”

"Uncle Sun, what do you mean by that?"

Leng Wubing's eyebrows frowned slightly.

This old man is the strong man who has always guarded him.

It was precisely because of Uncle Sun's presence that the forces behind Tianjiao, who had been challenged by him, did not dare to trouble him, because Uncle Sun was second only to the Lingwu Realm, and he cultivated to the top powerhouse of the Tribulation.

"That person, it's not something you can offend. ”

Uncle Sun said solemnly, looking at Yi Changqing next to Nangong Ning.

And Leng Wubing was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such a solemn expression on Uncle Sun's face.

"I've seen Yi Jianshen, Wubing is offended, and I am here to apologize to you for him. Uncle Sun bowed his hand to Yi Changqing.

As soon as the three words Yi Jianshen came out, everyone was shocked.

Especially those people in the inn, they were even more dumbfounded, they never expected that this young man who had been sitting next to him and looked inconspicuous was actually the leader of this martial arts exchange meeting, the world-famous Yi Sword God!!