The Sword Dynasty

He has these young talents in Changling who can’t imagine catching up with the target, and also has practice experience that they can’t understand, so just by the sense of power brought by the first dull shock, he can already be sure of it One side must be He Zhaoxi with the most outstanding physical strength.

As for the other person, it must be one of Zhang Yi, Su Qin and Nangong Caishu.

The two tigers are competing, there must be a wound, and this is also a rare opportunity for him.

So he draped the roasted clothes at the fastest speed, and even ran away from the remaining barbecue, he ran towards the sound of the noise.

At this moment everyone's eyes on the viewing platform were deeply attracted by the battle between He Zhaoxi and Nangong Caishu, but some people still noticed Ding Ning's movement at this moment.

For example, Xie Rou.

She was a little difficult to understand.

When she wanted to come, at this time, Ding Ning, who was very weak compared to these strong men, shouldn't he hide well and stay away from the fighting place? What was he doing at such a fast pace?

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The battle between Nangong Caishu and He Zhaoxi is not over yet.

In a puff of smoke, his arms were trembling, and Nangong Cai Shu, whose palms were covered with torn wounds, stood up again.

Every corner of her robe turned red and began to drip blood.

She looked at He Zhaoxi in the mist directly in front of her.

She knew that she couldn't beat He Zhaoxi in terms of physical strength and the true Yuan Gong practice.

But she wanted to try again.

Because even the practitioners who arrived in the Real Yuan Realm, in the Sword Sword Canyon, could not become a small pond that gathers the vitality of heaven and earth, and could not supplement the True Yuan.

If the true elements of both sides are exhausted, it is only pure physical strength and sword skills and true combat experience that determine the outcome.

She wanted to see if she had any strength in her sword skills and real combat experience.

So she spit out a bit of blood mixed with mud debris, looked at He Zhaoxi and said: "Your true yuan should be left too. The following sword will let everyone solve the true yuan."

He Chaoxi frowned slightly.

Nangong Cai's strength did not exceed his expectations, but her will and determination to win were completely beyond his expectations.

However, he certainly would not be afraid of this challenge.

He took a deep breath, said nothing, and sternly bowed his head again, but unlike the previous two, he began to take the initiative to move forward.

The Qi Rong tactics he cultivated not only had the power to transform the mystery between a dying and a glory, but also the Qi Yuan stored in the Qi Yuan was more than the ordinary practice skills, plus his strong physical strength, even if the Zhen Yuan was not used, He can also defeat most practitioners in the second realm, so he is confident of harvesting on the first day.

Only because of the existence of Zhang Yi and Su Qin, so he still wanted to leave a bit of truth. At this moment, he wanted to rely on physical strength as much as possible to meet the challenge of Nangong Cai Shu.

His explosive power is amazing. The places where his feet landed are full of pits. It was just a sprint of more than ten feet. A terrifying gust of wind had already been brought in front of him.

Large tracts of fallen leaves were rolled up by the strong wind brought by his body, forming a moving deciduous wall.

The yellow sword in his hand cut forward.

It seems that the storm is not surprising, but there is a sense of heat spreading on the blade.

A line of fire landed on a wall formed by countless fallen leaves in front of him.

A bang.

The fire took advantage of the wind and countless flying leaves burned violently.

Under the compression of his sword qi, countless fallen leaves that had been completely burned were compressed in a small space, and the hot air collided for a while, generating more pressure and bursting out a stronger force.

Many disciples at the Ivy League Academy understood where the sword came from.

"Withered wood makes fire", this is a style in the withered wood sword scripture of Ivy Sword Academy.

The Dead Wood Sword Classic is also one of the highest and deepest Sword Classics in the Ivy Sword Academy.

He Chaoxi not only practiced the true Yuan exercises in the Ivy Sword Academy, but the sword scriptures he cultivated turned out to be the highest in the Ivy Sword Academy.

Gu Xichun frowned slightly at the viewing platform. He Zhaoxi's performance at the moment even made him feel a faint threat.

Seeing the fire mass that suddenly formed in the front, Nangong Cai Shu hesitated slightly, but in the following moment, her eyes became firm and firm.

She ignored the sharp pain of the crushing of flesh and blood and the hilt of the palm of her hand, and held the hilt firmly.

She put all the real elements in her body into her two swords.

The fish pattern iron sword was cut straight out of her right hand, and greeted the long yellow sword with a fire that was about to explode.

A wave of force constantly broke out on the sword.

It's just a sword, but it's like a wave of countless waves, like a countless sword.

This is what she is most good at, pursuing the tough Liancheng sword tactics purely.

A bang.

Countless burning dead leaves became countless tiny fire embers, and the compressed fire mass finally burst at this time.

The straight fish-shaped iron sword suddenly stopped in countless Mars. With the yellow yellow sword slashing on it with a fiery airflow, the iron sword bent again and could no longer stay in the master's hand Whirling out above.

He Zhaoxi's heart sank with a sword that flew to the Nangong Caishu's iron sword with fish pattern.

A loud scream burst from Nangong's lips and teeth, and he felt an incomparable force, which was once again pressed against his sword.

This is another small sword of Nangong Caishu.

However, at the moment, this sword is also a fierce and powerful sword.

He shook his head helplessly, and the remaining true elements in his body penetrated towards the sword in his hand.

A bang hit the sword in his left hand.

The prepared Nangong Cai Shu jumped up on the back side, and at the same time the five fingers were slightly loosened, raised back, and clenched again!

A lot of blood spattered again between the hilt and her palm.

She still held the sword in her hand.

But at this moment, she saw He Zhaoxi raised her head.

His entire body was also oscillating, but his knees were slightly bent, but his body never stepped back.

The long yellow sword in his hand was only momentarily paused in the air, and he directly cut towards her like electricity.

Nangong plucked the sword with a forcible sword.

A loud bang.

Her sword still didn't take off, but the pale yellow sword light sank and squeezed, cutting across her waist.

Her waist was bleeding like blood, and half of her robe was wet.

Nangong cried a sorrow and fell backwards.

Her sorrow at this moment is not because of pain, but because of strong unwillingness and helplessness.

She has successfully forced He Zhaoxi even to use the real element she wants to save at last, but she is still a little behind, and the last difference in strength still makes her move a little slower than He Zhaoxi, unable to seal He Zhaoxi’s sword. .

Although the sword wound on the waist was not serious at this moment, it was not deep. However, if you want to continue fighting, you can't handle the wound at all. A lot of blood loss will make her completely lose her combat power, and even quickly fall into a coma.

He Zhaoxi is ready to move again.

It is precisely because he respects Nangong Caishu, so he is no longer ready to let Nangong Caishu fight.

However, at this moment, a loud voice with obvious severe wheezing sounded: "When I came in, I said to you that I played but ran away. You have to fight like this."

On the viewing platform, Xie Changsheng's eyes have been closely following the body of Nangong Caishu, watching the more blood flowing on the body of Nangong Caishu, his expression became more and more tense. There was one more person not far from He Zhaoxi. After seeing the figure of that person, he immediately screamed with extremely ugly face, "Ding Ning came here to join in the excitement!"

It was at this time that Nangong Caishu also judged who was coming from the voice. She initially had some surprise on her face, but it immediately turned into anger, and her cry almost rang with Xie Changsheng’s cry: “Ding Ning , You have arrived in this area too? What are you doing here!"

"What does Ding Ning do here, does he still want to get cheap?"

Many people on the viewing platform had just seen the arrival of Ding Ning at the same time, and such thoughts came to mind.

"I'll pick up the bargain." Such thoughts only appeared in their minds, and Ding Ning had already said this.

He looked at Nangong Cai Shu and He Zhaoxi, who took it for granted: "Now one real element is exhausted and one is hit hard. Isn't it the best time to pick up the cheap?"

Nangong Caishu wanted to say something in fright, but Ding Ning glanced at her calmly and said, "If you still don't stop bleeding, I'm afraid even your teacher of Qingteng Jianyuan will come to forcefully interrupt your trial, I don’t think it’s cheap to pick up."

Nangong Cai Shu was dumbfounded. She still couldn't understand Ding Ning's behavior at the moment, but after she gritted her teeth, she started to stop bleeding quickly.

Because no matter what happens next, if she doesn't stop bleeding, the teacher of Qingteng Jianyuan will indeed come immediately to terminate her trial.

"Do you want to help her?" He Zhaoxi, who had been silent since Ding Ning appeared, saw something and asked Ding Ning.

Ding Ning shook his head: "This rule is not allowed."

He Zhaoxi ignored the words he said and looked at his eyes and the residual sword on the waist seriously, said softly: "I'm glad she has a friend like you, but you are too weak."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Nangong Cai Shu shouted angrily: "Ding Ning, I don't need you to control, you run away!"

"Shut up and save some energy, otherwise I will solve you first."

Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned around, facing He Zhaoxi.

"No fight, how do you know if you won't win?"

He spoke quietly.

Nangong Caishu's face was originally ugly, and she wished she would shoot Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's words and tone at the moment made her suddenly pause.

"And all come, with my speed and physical strength, I can't escape if I want to escape."

But then Ding Ning uttered another sentence, but it made her eyes black, almost impulsive to swear.