The Gate Of Good Fortune

“When did this happen?” Ningcheng has some suspicions that Liang Kexin is likely to be implicated.

“More than three months ago, me and Cochin were still out there. Just when we received the news of a sneak attack on the Sword Sect in the Rainbow, someone stopped us, took Cochin away, and said it was a visit to Mirage Island.” The mushroom tone is full of worry.

Ningcheng can now be sure that Mirage Island took Liang Kexin because it was related to him, otherwise it would not be possible to leave Mushroom. Leaving Mushroom, you should know that he has a good relationship with Liang Kexin and Mushroom. Grab one, leave one to send a message to yourself.

He disappeared so long ago that Mirage Island remembered to look for him. It should have been when he passed Mirage Island that he was recognized. But Ningcheng also believed that when Mirage Island took Liang Kexin, he had not yet become so powerful in the Hongjian Sect, otherwise Mirage Island could not have been so unscrupulous.

“Come on, let's go fight the victory door, that Jong-jin may be in a bit of a hurry.” Ningcheng stood up.

“Brother, that's cozy...” Mushroom asked with some apprehension.

Ningcheng sneered, “How can I let them down if Mirage invites me to come? When this is over, I'm going to Mirage Island. ”

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By the time Ningcheng and Musashi arrived at Dousheng Gate, it was already full of monks. The Dojo Gate is actually a challenge table. Unlike other challenges, there is only one entrance to this challenge table, and this entrance is like a door, which is called the Dojo Gate.

“Lord Ning is here...”

As soon as Ningcheng got here, we talked about it.

Seeing Junjin already standing on the ring, Ningcheng knew that this guy had been here for a while.

“I thought Ning Zong was mainly looking for an excuse. I didn't think he had the guts to do it, so it seemed barely worth it.” Ningcheng had just arrived here and stood on the ring, sarcastically.

His voice was not loud, but his voice was clearly heard throughout Heavenly Plaza.

Ningcheng did not talk to Jong-jin this time, he did not look at Jong-jin in the early days of the opening of the sea. Now that the sea is open in the middle of the day, can't you be afraid of a jungle?

“Lord Ning's progress is really fast. I heard it was only three months ago. I didn't expect it to be the middle of the ocean after three months.” A faint voice came, and Ningcheng turned around and saw the monk.

It was suspected by the other party. Ningcheng glanced at this monk, and said carelessly, "Whoever you are, don't affect my mood. Otherwise, after I kill Jong-jin, the next one will challenge you. ”

“Humph...” This Brother Chang snorted coldly and did not continue to ignore Ningcheng. Ningcheng wants to challenge Jongjin, he didn't know until he got back from Geziao Mountain. This made him helpless. Ningcheng, even if it was stronger, had no chance of survival in the face of Jongjin. Jong-jin killed Ning-cheng. Everything was Jong-jin. He lived many days and was destined to be empty.

What puzzled Ningcheng was that he didn't see the matrix of French priests.

Ningcheng didn't think much of it, he had already flew to the battle ring. As Ningcheng fell on the ring, the entrance to the Dousheng Gate was immediately sealed off by the formation law.

At this time, people outside can see the battle between Ningcheng and Jungjin, but there can be no more interference. As long as the battle door closes, it means that only one person can come down.

As soon as Ningcheng came to power, the sarcasm on Jong-jin's face instantly disappeared. His hand reached out and a silver sword hung over his hand, but it was not held.

“I use a sword, which is called burying a soul.” The sound of the rhetoric fell and the silver sword in his hand disappeared.

Ningcheng felt as if he had left the ring in a place that did not belong to him at this moment when the silver sword disappeared. This is not the space stagnation that Yuan brings, making Ningcheng feel that he has lost any place to exist. At this moment, Ningcheng didn't even know how to stop this horrible feeling. He seemed to flash in any direction, in any position, still in this artificial state of knife and fish for me. The heavens and the earth are already under the control of Jong-jin.

A breath of death swept over him, and Ningcheng was terrified. He quickly sacrificed his Nirvana gun and turned into a bunch of ice guns.

“Kaka...” The sound of the constant True Force impact came from Ningcheng, but the heart of Ningcheng was sinking, and his Nirvana gun played little role.

“Pfft...” a blood splash, Ningcheng's chest cooled.

It was not until Jong-jin's silver sword broke into the flesh of Ning-cheng and injured his sternum that Ning-cheng caught the shadow of the other silver sword and the Nirvana gun burst out again. “Boom” shocked the cracking sound, this time Ningcheng truly found traces of the Soul Sword buried.

Ningcheng flies out backwards, the blood on his body spills all over the ground, and directly flies out dozens of lengths, which hit the bans on the platform and fell down.

The space around me disappeared, as did the feeling of being artificially knifed for fish in someone else's territory.

Ningcheng took a breath of air, and he knew that it was definitely not his cultivation, but because he had never seen such a strange way of fighting.

“Huh...” Jong-jin looked calm and did not continue to pursue Ning-cheng. In his eyes, Ning-cheng was already a dead man as long as he stepped on this stage.

“No wonder you have the nerve to take up my challenge. It turns out that Roland Star has reached the fifth level of the King's Body. But even so, you die.” The silver soul-burying sword in his hand disappeared once again, one step ahead of the other in Junjin's speech.

His sword could have split Ningcheng directly into two segments, unfortunately, because Ningcheng was a not-so-low-ranking refiner who had lost an opportunity.

Ningcheng hasn't had time to breathe, the space around him has stagnated again, and he has another feeling that he is not in his own territory.

Not only did he feel that way this time, but he also felt that the space around him began to collapse with this stagnation.

The first thing Ningcheng thought of was his fire extinguisher, which also caused the collapse of the surrounding space with the star river, but it was a false collapse.

Jong-jin is just a master of the district, he can never master the divine. Ningcheng instantly figured it out, and his mind was crazily compressed around three meters. Just the breathing room, Ningcheng figured out why. Not that Jong-jin's cultivation can suppress his inability to move, but that the other party has a magic technique similar to his fire-fighting mastery, which can create a false feeling for him.

This magic trick prevented him from catching the marks of the bloom until just now, when the sword buried in his soul had stabbed him.

After understanding this reason, Ningcheng did not hesitate to fire a single shot. There is no trace because he does not have a powerful means, and once his means are strong enough to make him uncomfortable, the magic technique of the other party will surely show a trace. With a hint of trace, his Thirty-six False Magic Axe can trap each other.

The surrounding space remains stagnant, even the Nirvana gun in Ningcheng slows down in this space, and the trajectory of the immense gun intent is blocked.

Even if the trajectory of Ningcheng's gun is blocked again and slowed down, the trace of Ningcheng's gun cannot be completely erased.

Traces of the Soul Sword were finally revealed, and the space around Ningcheng was finally filled with a hint of air. When Ningcheng felt that there was a breath of air in it that belonged to him, he also felt the blade buried in his soul without a trace.

The Soul Sword has reached his waist and even broken his clothes.

“Pfft...” Another splash of blood, but Ningcheng suffered slighter injuries than last time. While burying his soul sword to stop him from cutting off his waist, he turned around and found the battle of Jong-jin.

This magic trick of Jong-jin can control his surroundings and give himself an illusion, in which the other party can kill him at any time.

Ningcheng had escaped twice in a row, and Jongjin frowned. He also found Ningcheng's long gun missing. Previously, the trajectory of the gun had been under his control, at a time when the powerful intent of the gun made him completely impenetrable.

Jong-jin's face changed dramatically, burying his soul sword into a silver ray that was almost full of the entire ring. The monks watching under the ring can only see the silver flashes.

In a corner far from Tiandao Square, a man in a green shirt saw the scene on the ring and exclaimed, "Has Jong-jin snooped a little? ”

“He is not a domain, but a simulated domain sword technique, which is terrible. With Jong-jin's cultivation, it is not possible to pry into the realm yet. Don't say he, even the whole of Yixing continent, does not know who can pry into this kind of thing.” An old man in black shook his head around him and said.

“Brother Shepherd, this Ningcheng can block such a terrible sword skill, and is also a Refinery Brother, if it doesn't fall into this fight, no one will ever compare.” The man in the green shirt stared at Ningcheng's eye lotion.

The old man in black said softly, "Brother Xiao looks away this time, I'm sure he lost this time. Jongjin lost his best chance to kill Ningcheng, and now he can only wait to be killed by Ningcheng. Ningcheng adapted to this simulation domain swordsmanship, which will be of great help to him in the future. ”

The man in green sighed: “Brother Shepherd is right, Ningcheng kind of horrible gun intentions, even if I was so far apart, I saw a frightening battle. I was wondering, if Ningcheng got promoted, would I still be his opponent? ”

When the men in green and the elderly in black saw Ningcheng's gunfire so far apart, they felt frightened, while the ordinary monks who really watched in front of the ring did not feel frightened at all.

The disciples of the Yin Yang Dynasty Sect and some blessed monks were rejoicing. Ningcheng splashed blood twice in a row, and it looked not light. In their view, the stage is full of shadows of the soul sword buried, and there is no chance of survival in Ningcheng.

But his heart was cold, even though the whole ring was filled with his silver sword, his heart still could not stop that fear. In the eyes of others, the whole ring was covered with silver swords, and in his eyes there was only one more silver sword that could not be stopped.

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