Rumble!

After Qingwu repelled Ning Chen's attack, the dragon head crutch in his hand sank to the ground.

There was a loud buzz, raising peach blossoms all over the ground.

At the same time, the sage aura that escaped from her whole body was like invisible silver needles, cutting the wandering peach blossoms around her inch by inch.

Between the two, there is a distance of thirty meters.

Finally, there is an obvious ravine.

Ning Chen held the sword in both hands, raised it diagonally in the air, and then slowly sharpened his footsteps, although he did not make a significant offensive posture, but this energetic momentum that was ready to go made Qingwu feel complicated.

At such an age, he dared to argue with her, a real saint.

The huge northern rivers and lakes, I'm afraid there is only one one.

Although there is still a certain gap between them, Qingwu does not dare to underestimate it, after all, being young and vigorous, and not afraid of death is a kind of extraordinary courage, and can even complete the winning game at a critical moment.

Once.

The young man in front of him let go of his hands to fight, and Qingwu didn't necessarily dare to say that he would definitely be able to defeat the other party.

What's more, not far away, there is Lu Shen watching.

The reason why this powerhouse of the Great Sage Realm chose to stand by was not because he didn't cherish his apprentice, but in the final analysis, he still hoped to temper Ning Chen through Qingwu.

On the whole, although Qingwu is a sub-saint cultivator, compared with Cao Xuanjia, there is still a little bit of fire, such a realm level, as far as Ning Chen is concerned, it is neither high nor low, it is very suitable for the two sides to kill each other, so as to sharpen their cultivation.

If the timing is right, it may be possible to break the gap and stand on the back.

"Whether you can go one step further depends on your creation." Lu Shen twisted his fingers, stroked his beard, and closed his eyes slightly.

Rumble!

The moment when the upper and lower eyelids slowly close.

The peach blossoms that covered half of the sky were suddenly cut in the center with a terrifying crack, accompanied by an astonishing trill.

"Snort."

The Great Liang Dragon Sparrow cut off the void at its waist, and at lightning speed, it cut towards the center of Qingwu's eyebrows.

There are no fancy sword moves, just such a hard cross-cutting, which seems to be modest, but in fact it hides a terrifying murderous intention.

"Hmph."

Qingwu snorted coldly, his legs rose from the ground, and he leaped sideways again, like a huge spear and arrow, being stabbed obliquely into the air.

This step crossed over, reaching at least a vertical height of tens of meters.

Although he has not yet metamorphosed to the sky, this step, at the moment when the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow swept across the air, he put his own feet, one forward and one behind, on the blade of the sword.

"Evil animals, suffer death."

Qingwu roared, and the dragon head crutch held in both hands quickly slammed towards Ning Chen's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

A piercing whistling whistle swept the wind and dust.

Suddenly, Ning Chen's hair was raised, and even because of the excessive speed, his eyes had to be narrowed slightly.

"Whew!"

At the critical moment, Ning Chen clenched the five fingers of the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow and quickly spread it out, and the long sword fell down with Qingwu's body.

The right hand is free.

Immediately formed a fist and critted out again.

Rumble!

This void was beaten to the point of sound and surge, and Ning Chen's fist, like the eye of the storm, wrapped in the gorgeous peach blossoms that fluctuated all over the sky, bombarded it strongly.

The moment Qingwu landed, the dragon head crutch that should have penetrated the soil vertically rose with a piece of black fresh soil, and intercepted Xiang Ning Chen in unison.

"Receive."

Change your tactics on the spot.

The fist that struck steadily rotated half an arc against the void, suddenly stretched out, and then grabbed the big blue and black robe.

Qingwu retreated dozens of meters in a row, but he was still stuck by Ning Chen.

In his own direction, he was ruthless, and the green black did not retreat but advanced.

"Boom!"

Ning Chen's eyes lit up, and he raised his right leg and knee up.

This move was just right, hitting Qingwu's abdomen, and the old woman with a stiff figure curled up into a shrimp shape at once.

"You ......" Qingwu was furious, and a pair of gloomy eyes were full of rolling murderous light.

She is a saint, and she was deceived and approached by a junior.

If it weren't for the two consecutive changes of moves, which led to a great reduction in power, this time the impact, Qing Wu would at least be stopped by the waist and shatter a few ribs.

The surrounding Taohuawu disciples were simply dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the supreme Qingwu Saint was almost knocked to the ground by a young junior.

Whether it was Qingwu who was too light on the enemy, or this young man's combat experience, had reached an outrageous point.

Before everyone could react from the shock, there was another burst of exclamations at the scene.

The big cool dragon sparrow that landed smoothly went and returned.

Ning Chen, who re-grasped the first sword, stretched out his hand and shook it, and the blade of the sword immediately trembled, and without waiting for the Qingwu organization to defend with gritted teeth, he swept towards the skull with a sword in the air.

Clang!

The dragon's head crutch and the big cool dragon finch hit together.

The debris-like sparks exploded directly in mid-air, layer by layer, and surrounded endlessly.

Ning Chen didn't even blink his eyes, his whole body strength suddenly sank, and the dragon head crutch in the downwind position was broken open with a conspicuous crack in the blink of an eye.

From the official killing of each other by the two sides to the fierce battle, this young man has never said a word.

With an indifferent expression, he stared at Qingwu who was close at hand several times.

Kill the light fiercely, seeping into the bones.

It seems that every breath, every pore, hides a killing intent that can be clearly felt.

Qingwu's throat squirmed, and after looking directly at Ning Chen's terrifying eyes, this incomparably illustrious and glorious old woman who had lived all her life felt the fear from the bottom of her heart for the first time.

"You, damn it!"

Finally spoke.

Laugh at.

The big cool dragon finch grinded the dragon's head cane, and sparks appeared.

Ning Chen, who was walking horizontally, at the moment when Qingwu was eager to fight back, stabbed the latter's abdomen obliquely with a backhand, the snow was bright and bright, and he moved slightly.

"Click."

Qingwu's slightly wrinkled five fingers also took advantage of this time to grab Ning Chen's shoulder, and the sound of broken bones continued to resound through the scene.

It seems that there is no strength to grasp, but in fact, it is like five iron hooks, which are so deep that they pierce Ning Chen's shoulder blades, and if they enter one more inch, they can collapse through the bones.

However, even though his body was suffering immensely, Ning Chen still didn't even blink.

This kind of endurance, at the moment when the blood stains penetrated the entire white robe on the right shoulder, there was still not even a slight change in expression such as frowning.

"Hiss ......"

Qingwu gasped coldly, and his heart was cold.

At this moment, she was really scared.

The young man in front of him made it clear that he was not afraid of death, and such a big blow could be carried down by force.

She was in a trance, and Ning Chen took advantage of the void to enter.

A sword pierced through the abdomen, and the two bodies looked at each other back and forth.

"Poof."

Qingwu opened his mouth and spilled a mouthful of blood.

Unwilling.

The moment the five fingers were so bloody that they pulled out Ning Chen's shoulder blades, they took advantage of the wound and punched it again.

A sword for a punch.

Ning Chen took dozens of steps backwards in a row, and after the tip of his sword stabbed into the mud, his posture slowly stopped.

At this moment, his right shoulder was pierced on the spot, and half of his robe was soaked with blood.

(End of chapter)