Ning Chen lightly glanced at the wound on his shoulder.

Homeopathic draw out the big cool dragon sparrow.

The blade of the sword was raised diagonally in mid-air, and it began to drip red blood in wisps.

It was the blood of Qingwu, which remained on the surface of the sword after being pierced through the waist and abdomen by a sword.

This peerless sword, which ranks first in the world, has a round front and rare materials, even if it is stained with blood, it is also bead-shaped, and after staying for a few seconds, it will roll down in a stream.

Qingwu slowly raised his Yin Owl eyes, and while he was treating his wounds, he looked at Ning Chen, who was close at hand.

There is anger in my heart, but at the same time, it is mixed with intention.

Especially when he saw that the other party was covered in blood and still maintained a straight posture with his head held high, he began to get nervous for no reason.

This young junior in front of him, whether it is his heart, courage, or endurance, is far from being comparable to ordinary young heirs, and with such a heavy wound, he didn't even have much fluctuation in his expression.

He's not afraid of pain?

How can a person not be a plant or tree, and his shoulder bone is broken, without the slightest feeling?

The reason why this situation happened, everyone at the scene knew in their hearts that he was enduring, and forcibly held that breath to prevent him from falling, so as not to affect his mental strength and action.

Rumble!

Sure enough, Ning Chen, who was in the next moment, took a steady step again, and rumbled into the past.

Facing a slightly raised mountain bag, he stepped across, and in the blink of an eye, he deceived himself to the front of Qingwu, and without saying a word, he slashed over with a sword, and the momentum sank vigorously and rolled like thunder.

"Click."

Qingwu snorted coldly, raised his five fingers high, and grabbed through the void.

It seems, for a moment, the entire area trembled slightly.

This is the vast supernatural power of the sub-saint realm, although it cannot completely change the area, but it can affect the balance of space, if the skill is one step deeper, it can resonate with heaven and earth in one breath.

However, Qingwu did not reach this step.

The measures made by Ning Chen to temporarily guard against it only slightly changed the trajectory of the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow.

Ning Chen's gaze sank, and after knowing that this sword could not cause obvious damage to Qingwu, he decisively let go of the hilt.

Syllable.

Perhaps he didn't expect that Ning Chen would give up the sharp weapon in his hand at a critical moment, and he was stunned for a moment, and was caught by the other party again, and slapped him in the head, hitting the door of the green black face.

"This slap was for my mother."

Ning Chen leaned forward and continued to rush forward.

Qingwu was slapped by this slap on his face, his cheeks were bruised and swollen, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his head was also heavily tilted to the side.

"Bell."

But this is Yasheng after all.

After reacting slightly, a crutch smashed into Ning Chen's chest.

The latter made a muffled sound, and the posture of rushing forward was still maintained, so that Qingwu deliberately increased his strength, and his rapidly sinking legs were forcibly dragged backwards by Ning Chen after penetrating into the ground at a depth of three inches.

A huge ravine is clearly visible, like a field that an old ox has laboriously plowed on.

"You ......"

Qingwu was furious, this time, she was really angry.

A pair of pupils flashed with a terrifying murderous light, and the moment he opened his mouth and roared angrily, the sound became a tide, and Ning Chen's chest was so shocked that Ning Chen's chest rose and fell, and a mouthful of blood gushed out came to his mouth, but it never came out.

"Hiss."

Such a scene, the countless disciples around him were shocked.

When encountering such a difficult opponent, it is simply frustrating, even if the opponent's skin is not to the point of invulnerability, but the will has been reached.

Even though he was covered in countless wounds, he still insisted on not falling in one breath.

"I don't believe you can continue to hold on."

Qingwu's withered five fingers fiercely probed Ning Chen's skull, this grasp, as long as it hit, with her sub-saint-level finger power, she could easily lift Ning Chen's skull.

"Bell."

The big cool dragon sparrow after landing.

Hanging upside down.

With a vigorous wind, the height of three inches above Ning Chen's head passed away in a flash.

Qingwu probed into the air's five fingers, and was pierced by a sword, the moment the poignant blood flower bloomed, the old woman was grabbed by Ning Chen's collar, "I, Ning Hetu, have never hated a person so much in half my life, you should be honored." ”

"Boom!"

Ning Chen hit the opponent's head with his forehead, and with a few clicks, Qing Wu was dizzy.

"That man gave birth to such an amazing and brilliant son as you, but ...... Do you really think you can kill me? Qingwu quenched out a mouth full of blood and sneered madly.

Not sanctified.

The gap between the two sides still exists.

Unless they are on an equal footing with each other and have a complete killing intent, they can finally try to kill the saint!

"You, laughing too soon."

Ning Chen clenched the five fingers of Qingwu's neckline, curled up slowly, and the green tendons jumped up violently.

This significant change did not arouse the vigilance of Qingwu.

After she repelled Ning Chen's restraint with a cane, she quickly got out, but unfortunately, just after taking a few steps, Ning Chen stuck to her again.

At the same time, the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow was moving, and there were countless trills.

"Huh?"

Not far away, Lu Shen, who had been watching the battle in silence, suddenly widened his eyes, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter.

A sword rushes to thunder.

In just a moment, the already peerless Great Liang Dragon Sparrow suddenly erupted into a thunderous explosion, and in front of him, Ning Chen, who was running rapidly, just raised his arm slightly.

That sword, as if it had been injected into the soul, exploded directly in the direction pointed by Ning Chen's right hand.

Qingwu is just in the center.

"Snort."

A thunderous sound burst out, and the center of the sword blade tore out sharp white light one after another.

It was sword qi.

Qingwu couldn't avoid it, and was hit through her body by dozens of sword qi on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, the blood dyed her black robe red.

"Now, do you think this king can kill you?"

The moment the sword qi in the sky disappeared, Ning Chen settled down in one step, and opened his mouth to say such a fluttering sentence.

He spread out his five fingers, the two lines of life and death in his palm, walked quickly, and then completely intertwined, merging the two into one.

One came from the martial arts luck of the ancient three links, and the other came from Huang Tianci, both of which penetrated into Ning Chen's limbs and hundreds of remains.

These two creations, at the moment when he breathed a strong sigh, were successfully stimulated to their maximum potential.

Martial arts heritage.

At this moment, it can be regarded as a real inheritance.

"Poof."

With a wave of his hand, he dusted off the dust on his robe, and then, Ning Chen's temperament began to be reborn at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"You...... Sanctified? ”

Qingwu opened his mouth, and his cheeks, which were already as pale as snow, instantly lost their blood.

One step at a time.

It was like thunder, and at the same time, wisps of pale yellow aura escaped from the body, which was very faint, but real.

"Impossible."

Qingwu's pupils widened, and his face was full of panic.

At this age, this kind of creation is simply depriving the people of the rivers and lakes of their collective luck.

Once Ning Chen's general trend has been achieved, the remaining rising stars will be forced under him, and they will not be able to raise their heads for the rest of their lives.

"Snort."

Ning Chen stretched out his hand, and the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow was held by him again, and the whistling trill, in Qingwu's ears, kept contending, like the bell of death.

"It's time for you to hit the road!"

(End of chapter)