The Gate Of Good Fortune

Ningcheng rushed out of Nanyuan City at the fastest speed. After exiting Nanyuan City, Ningcheng was finally relieved.

Speaking from the heart, the bluestone delighted him that he wasn't really afraid. Although Blue Tone Hyatt is already eight layers of coagulation, Ningcheng has been known from the mouth of one sword. Because of the lack of spirituality and resources in Pingzhou, Pingzhou's practice is naturally flawed and much weakened. In other words, although Blue Tone Hyatt is eight layers of condensation, it is actually less than eight layers of condensation.

Ningcheng is afraid of the Built Yuan Realm Brother of Mingxin College. Once Built up by Built Yuan Realm Brother in South Yuan City, he really can't walk away.

According to Ningcheng, as long as he leaves Nanwon City, it will be safe. He'll find a deserted place to step on his sword and fly to Da 'an Forest. Then go through Da 'an Forest and enter Ganzhou.

It's just that Ningcheng just left Nanwon City and felt he was being targeted.

Ningcheng speeded up the pace and didn't have much to worry about. If he's being followed by the Brother of Tsukiyuan, he can't walk away if he wants to. If Brother Gezhen is after him, he doesn't have to be afraid.

In Ningcheng's view, Brother Tsukiyuan would never be bored to keep an eye on a fuming Brother, a possibility that is zero in this part of Nanwon City.

After an hour, those who stared behind Ningcheng suddenly accelerated their speed. By then, Ningcheng had clearly seen who was watching him and was the muse tiger of Mango City's Wolf King's Palace. He knew that Mu Lihu hated him so much that he could not have imagined that he had persevered so much and chased him to Nanwon City. Fortunately, Anyi is very important at Ming Xin College, otherwise Anyi would be in danger.

Six months ago, he couldn't see how Mu Li Tiger was fixed, and now he sees clearly that Mu Li Tiger is a four-story fix. A friar on the fourth floor of Jianzhen has not been able to fly with his sword, and Ningcheng really did not see the Muslim Tiger in his eyes.

For him, Muslim Tiger came just in time to give him a try at the power of the seven-week ice needle.

“Little beast, even if you run away again, I will burn you to ashes and bury my son.” Mus Lihu saw Ningcheng actually stop. Immediately, before he flew to stop Ningcheng, he sounded and drank. In his view, Ningcheng should have been frightened.

Ningcheng said not slowly, “Mu Lihu, you are in Mango City and you are not allowed to be arrogant here. What I don't understand is, how do you know I just left town? I don't suppose anyone sent you a letter? ”

Muli Tiger saw Ningcheng not frightened, but slowed down Slow Sly's speech, suddenly stunned. But he immediately reacted, shouting, "Go to hell...”

In the talking room, a bloody long rainbow in his hand had split into Ningcheng, and he hated Ningcheng so much that he really didn't want to wait another moment.

“Buzz…” The bloody long rainbow cut through the air with an extremely tragic buzz almost completely sealing off the moving space around Ningcheng.

The original clear sky environment, under the bloody rainbow of Muslim Tiger, immediately became gloomy and sunken. It was like countless unjust souls, spraying blood fog on Ningcheng.

Under this bloodstain, Ningcheng is even a little tranced. He clearly knows that he should move quickly, but he is covered in the bloodstain of this cloaked day, which actually makes him a little confused.

The blue yellow scent emitted by Xuan Huangzhu made the bloody scent that had already covered Ningcheng's body surface faint. Ningcheng was suddenly alert, and he did not hesitate to carry his luck, and the sword in his hand split out.

Inspired by the true qi of Ningcheng, Jianhong opened a gap in the blood color. Ningcheng squeezed that gap out the first time. Even so, one of the bloody rainbows has blown into Ningcheng's chest.

“Boom...” Ningcheng had just left the bloody scent and a loud bang blew up where he had stayed.

Ningcheng was shocked to find that a moment ago his place had been blown open by a huge deep pit, which was also dark red, as if it had been bleeding for a long time. He looked down unconsciously and his chest was ripped open with a long mouth revealing the inner armor he had given him.

Ningcheng had some palpitations in his heart. If he didn't have an inner armor, the bloody rainbow would have cut a deep mark in his chest.

With a slow breath, Ningcheng was able to see the magic instrument in Mu Lihu's hand. It was actually a bloody magnum full of stealthy skulls. The bloody rainbow, the gloomy smell, the rainbow flashes that bombarded his chest, were all brought out by this bloody magnum.

If it weren't for Xuan Huangzhu, he might have been killed. While Ningcheng's heart was scared from behind, he also knew that although he had a lot of fighting experience, he mostly fought demonic beasts. And he was a musical monk, and he dared to underestimate a musical tiger and a condescending monk. Isn't this what it is to be dead?

Brother Cohesion, even worse Brother Cohesion, is not a leisure time.

Ningcheng dared no longer carelessly. The flying sword in his hand carried a circle of swords and bombarded the Muslim Tiger.

“Huh...” Mu Lihu looked shocked at the giant pit he had blown out, and for the first time, a monk with four layers of energy could escape his bloody evil spirits.

In his view, this was simply impossible, and a monk who had gathered four levels of energy could not escape his bloody evil spirits even if he was stronger.

Ningcheng, a quadruple monk, not only escaped his bloody evil soul, but also sacrificed a flying sword to fight back.

Eight cold swords seem to freeze the space around them. Seal all around him, leaving him no room for a loop.

“You are not a Monk of Gathering...” Muli Tiger shouted, and the bloody beard in his hand swung out again.

The powerful convergence monks could not carry out this kind of vertical and horizontal ice swordsman, and for eight consecutive times, these eight swordsmen, although not yet connected, are enough to threaten the life of a true monk. Once connected, it would be extremely difficult even for him to resist.

Gathering four layers of monks can form such a terrible brown ice sword, he doesn't believe it anyway.

After the shock, he calmed down quickly. Ningcheng was really good, but he still believed he could kill Ningcheng.

“Pfft...” The bloody shadow carried by the bloody mahjong and the blue ice sword of Ningcheng burst into flames, sounding like tearing a rag in the air.

Eight blue ice swords were swept away by this bloody magnum, and the cold instantly weakened. Muli Tiger's heart is delighted, the weaker the Eight Blue Ice Swords, the less able to congregate into one. As long as he suppresses Ningcheng's eight blue ice swords, he believes Ningcheng can only be slaughtered by him.

At this moment, in the middle of the eight blue ice swords and the blood-colored magnum, suddenly four more blue ice swords were added to the sky. As soon as these four blue ice swords emerged, the eight blue ice swords originally distributed in various locations instantly became a piece. It's like a sword net, and it's completely frozen in the blade net.

“This is Xuan-grade swordsmanship...” Musu Lihu's dead soul took a direct risk. He didn't expect Ningcheng to have Xuan-grade swordsmanship. His lack of such swordsmanship does not mean that he is illiterate. Even Samsung College doesn't necessarily have this treasure, and this ant in his eyes actually has this terrible sword technique.

Seeing is the moment of Xuan-level swordsmanship, Mu Lihu knew that if he didn't leave, he would really die in this place today.

He always felt that Ningcheng's real yuan was not as deep as his, but when he fought Ningcheng, it was just a little awkward. Now he finally understands, because Ningcheng uses Xuan-grade swordsmanship.

Mu Lihu didn't know his speculation was completely wrong. Ningcheng was less genuine than he was. When he fought Ningcheng, he was always a little weird, not because Ningcheng used 36 swords of blue ice, but because Ningcheng's mind was much more powerful than his.

In the monks' struggle, mindfulness is a decisive thing. Muslim tigers do not realize the importance of mindfulness at all. It is strange not to fall into the wind. In other words, as long as his thoughts are similar to Ningcheng's. Ningcheng will never be his opponent, that's the difference.

Mu Lihu couldn't care less that the bloody giant beard would be hurt by Xuan Bing's swordsmanship. Zhenyuan burst out once, while taking the bloody giant beacon and quickly retreating, he no longer wanted to fight Ningcheng.

At this moment, a hidden fine figure emerged from the gap of the bloody beard and disappeared instantly into the body of the muse tiger.

The madly retreating musical tiger suddenly stagnated. He stared at Ningcheng and wanted to say something, but the next moment he felt his heart burst like a hammer.

His heart blew open and his eyes fell flat.

“So good?” Ningcheng looked down and mumbled.

Thirty-six Brown Ice swords have given him a surprise, but seven weeks of ice needles surprised him, which he had no idea. He thought Muslim Tiger had been attacked by a seven-week ice needle and had to resist one or two, but he had no room for even half a fight. This made Ningcheng realize that he underestimated his seven-week ice needle.

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