The Gate Of Good Fortune

“I've always wanted to come up to teach you a lesson, and now that you're looking for your own death, I'll be all yours...” The corner of Jinlin's mouth revealed a slight glimmer. A blue sword shadow in his hand has been shot at Ningcheng.

When the shadow of the sword was just shot out, it was still a blue sword, and after a moment, waves of swords and waves formed around Ningcheng.

Ningcheng knew immediately that all the monks he had fought on this stage before were tough. And the other sword wave, a little like his axe. The true yuan killing intent of this ripple is the hardest to form, Ningcheng has a deep understanding of the axe, obviously understand this.

At the same moment, Ningcheng's Broken Xuan Gun shook and Xuan Ice 36 swords blasted out.

“Zhang...” Intense homicidal symphony shook out on the stage, the dense and numb sword print fell on the gun mannet formed by 36 shots of Ningcheng Xuan Ice, and could no longer be inched.

Ningcheng's gun mannet can actually block its own sword print, and Jinlin is completely unbelievable. Between his truly yuan madness, swordprints and waves of guns blasted into Ningcheng.

“Boom...” The sword wave finally burst open, completely tearing apart the 36-gun mannet of Ningcheng's blue ice. Powerful true elements reverse the phage, leaving the Golden Forest a few steps away.

Ningcheng did not move, and there was some admiration for the strength of Jinlin. Brother Xuandan, in general, can cultivate the level of Jinlin. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are few opponents in the same class.

But Jinlin's face changed. He was so madly agitated by the sword waves, there was no way to shake Ningcheng. This Ningcheng is terrible. I can see that Elder Kang Jun and Huading are right. Ningcheng is definitely stronger than him.

“Take my sword again...”

In Jinlin's speaking room, the blue sword in his hand was cut off directly, and the blue sword carried a dozen large swords. The threat of this swordsman seems to break the entire ring, and everything beneath this swordsman is turned into powder.

A blood gust sprayed from the top of the head of the golden forest, even fools knew that the sword of the golden forest was bursting with its own potential, even burning sperm blood and chopping it down. It is clear that he will never rest until Ningcheng is slaughtered.

“Break it to me...” When the giant sword was still in the air, Jinlin was dramatic and drank again. He has already deeply experienced the power of Ningcheng, and knows that he cannot do anything about Ningcheng without taking out his killer.

“Click, boom...” The blue sword blasted on the freshly gathered net of gunmen in Ningcheng, making a cracking explosion.

Thirty-six shots of brown ice were fired, and Ningcheng was driven by this blade of burning sperm and blood, a few steps backwards. At this time, instead of fading away, the blue sword is stretched wide again. The fierce swordsmanship that swept down seemed to have to hang Ningcheng as a fragment in order to stop.

Ningcheng was furious, he didn't see Jinlin in his eyes, and this guy actually thought he could kill him if he burned his blood.

The broken Xuan gun shook for a while and whimpered for a while. Some of the monks who had been repaired into high strength understood that besides the intent of the gun being provoked, this whimpering of the Ningcheng Broken Xuan gun was also the main cause of some cracks on the gun head. If there are no cracks in the head, the gun will be more than doubled in strength.

“Boom...” The brown ice gun bombarded the fallen blue sword, carrying a raging swirl of true yuan.

Jinlin's chest jammed, the real yuan rolled down, and the sperm blood couldn't help spraying out. When he saw Ningcheng not retreating half way back, and the long gun in his hand agglomerated into a gun to kill the blade, one heart sank immediately.

At this moment he has fully understood that he is not a point or two below the city of Bining, but not at all at a level, like the gap between Xuandan and Yuan Soul. Though he was evaluated as the ninth, in his mind, even the third cooler was no better than him. And he, in fact, has such a big gap with Ningcheng.

Thinking about the gap between Xuandan and the Numen, how could this be possible? Is this man hiding the cultivation? You're a former soul monk, but you have to hide in Xuandan?

Just moments before he thought, the gun had come to the heart of Jinlin's eyebrows as if it had passed through a layer of window paper.

Desperate fears swelled into the heart of the Golden Forest, which instantly drowned with a darkness and disappeared without a trace.

“Tap.” Kim Lin's body was like a piece of hemp on the ground.

The silence around them, although no one knows the rules, makes it clear that the more the game is at any level, the better it looks. Now the Xuandan Realm is just beginning, and it's so wonderful. One of the ten main gates, a monk from the Red Star Sword Appraisal 9 was single-handedly killed.

A moment of silence was accompanied by a burst of roar and applause. The monks who watch the war don't care who you are, they want to see blood and excitement.

Tang Guangxi, the elder of Qingxing Jianpai, held his fist and was reluctant to come to power immediately to kill Ningcheng. A total of two Brothers Xuandan entered the preliminary round, the lowest of the ten main gates. But now both Brother Xuandan have been killed by Ningcheng.

“Heavenly Gate came up to teach...” The cold gate just came down to the stage for the second time.

This could not have happened in the previous comparison, and it did. Not only does Ningcheng ignore the tacit pact of the game, but other parishioners are also beginning to ignore it.

Everyone knows that the strongest finals in Xuandan have started early. Ningcheng's behavior has provoked dissatisfaction among other Xuandan masters, which can only be resolved through the stage.

Whoever has a big fist speaks.

“I just came up, and you went down. I hope you don't go down again this time before you come up again.” Cold and chilly, it's a killer.

Ningcheng smiled slightly, "You look up to yourself, I go down afraid no one will ever challenge me again. Since you can't get eighty percent in any case, you don't have to go down for a while, how troublesome. ”

“Crazy...” he exclaimed, his hands trembling slightly at the same time.

Ningcheng did not see any Pharaoh, nor did he see any reckoning, so he could feel a cold slaughter enveloping him.

At this time, Ningcheng's powerful divine role manifested itself, a filament with nothing has been like a long knife, stopping the waist from rolling towards Ningcheng.

With such a strong intent to kill, Ningcheng must be half as powerful as Yuan Soul's Late Brothers, once caught in this fine line.

Ningcheng heart is a 25044; indeed, no monk can underestimate it. Cold Buddha is only a Brother Xuandan, and he can actually sacrifice this magic treasure that even ordinary gods cannot capture. This guy has the strength to compete with the early days of the dollar soul, which is an absolutely superior challenger.

Once Ningcheng takes Cold Row seriously, even a few Cold Roots are not enough to kill Ningcheng.

The cold filament had not yet been turned into two, and Ningcheng's Broken Xuan gun had wound the thin line, while Ningcheng's Broken Xuan gun was wound several times.

The thin line that even the gods could not perceive was instantly wrapped around by Ningcheng's Broken Xuan gun and rolled away. Even if he forcibly retrieves his magic treasure with his divine knowledge, it is muddy into the sea, with no news whatsoever.

A killing space suddenly formed around the cold, his heart instantly became cold, Ningcheng took his superb spirit with a broken Chinese spirit apparatus and trapped him. At this time, Ningcheng tried to kill him as easily as he could, and he had no half-resistance.

How could a Brother Xuandan be so strong? Even in the hands of Brother Yuan Soul, he can communicate with his own line of mist. Now that his aerial fog line has been removed by Ningcheng, he has no way to communicate. When he came to power, he thought about how to teach Ningcheng a lesson, and then said to Ningcheng in cold blood, in the face of Brother Li Lingfan, I will not kill you, don't take yourself too seriously.

But at this moment he felt the exact opposite, and at this moment he dared not move. He knew that Ningcheng was going to kill him at this time, and he had no choice. He can only do as God commands and wait for the decision of Ningcheng.

“In the face of Li Lingfan, I won't kill you, go down.” Ningcheng bluntly said what he wanted to say before he was cold. He let go of the cold, but the cold fog line, he did not return it.

There was no more half the arrogance of walking down the stage in a cold, gray face.

“How is that possible? Cold Lost? ”

“Cold Root is the third place in Xuandan's Preliminary Assessment, how can you lose? And it's so easy to lose? ”

“Nothing is impossible but to say that Ningcheng is more powerful than you think. Guess who's next, Deng Xiaoyue, the second-largest Chong Dao disciple, or Nie Xingxian, the second-largest Chizen Yard disciple? ”

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A young girl from Qingxiu was pulled by another nun, "Xiaoyue, you are not a rival of Ningcheng yet, don't go up there. Besides, Ningcheng owes me a life saving favor. I don't know if I'll ever be in love with Master Butterfly again. Don't go on stage. ”

“Yes, stewardess.” The girl who called Baobei answered and did not move again.

“Nie Xingxian, a disciple of Qianzen Court, came to teach Brother Ning high skill.” A monk with a few scars on his head landed on the ring.

Ningcheng looked at Nie Xingxian suspiciously and said, "Are you a monk and leave your family? ”

Nie Xingxian gracefully touched her bald head, “Yeah, I'm out of my family. ”

“If you're out of your family, why come up and fight for a strong victory?” Ningcheng asked, "If it had been before, he wouldn't have said such nonsense. Now Ningcheng knows that even if he triumphs over Nie Xingxian, he will not get eighty percent. As for Nie Xingxian, it doesn't matter if he doesn't do it.

“Exactly.” Nie Xingxian replied generously, and the next moment he had already sacrificed a wand of gray autumn. The Zen wand carried the shadow of a million wands and jumped to Ningcheng.

Ningcheng did not expect Nie Xingxian to look so thick, but so shameless and cunning.

(Third and last, that's all for today's update. Good night, friends, and finally ask for a monthly ticket to support!

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