Control The World

Cried?

Such a proud and incompetent Miss Zhang actually cried, and Ning Wufeng was suddenly inexplicable. Fortunately, a disciple of Sihai Xuegong came over and took Situ Ling away.

The person who did not wait for the other to open the mouth to challenge Ning Wufeng. Ling Jiangfei spoke, and he took the lead to challenge one of the scholars, Liu Shan.

Liu Shan used a four-angled corrugated hammer, and the spiritual energy was violent, and the glazed light burst out. With a look of contempt, he obviously did not look at Ling Jiangfei.

Ling Jiangfei's sword light emerged violently, and a strong aura emerged all over his body, turning into an eagle spreading his wings, and the light was agitated. Thousands of spiritual power shot like arrow rain and shot at Liu Shan.

"Eagle Strike!"

Ling's family is a peerless school. When there was no wind in Shangning before, Ling Jiangfei also had some reservations. After all, Ning Wufeng is a monk of Jiu Ling Jiu. Exposing too many means may not win.

The opposite Liu Shan is also a monk of Eight Spirits.

"The children of the Ling family are at this level!" Liu Shan yelled sternly, and a thick blood swelled in the quadrangular corrugated hammer, dancing all over the sky.

Blood and light intertwined, forming a light curtain in front of him. Countless arrows rain fell on the light curtain, roaring constantly.

The two of you came to me and fought for three hundred rounds. Finally, Ling Jiangfei made a winning move and forced Liu Shan back.

Liu Shan, defeat!

Ling Jiangfei was also scarred, a smile on his face shook his head, and said, "Ning Wufeng and I have been compared before, and I'm not as good as him."

Ning Wufeng stunned God for a while. It turned out that Ling Jiangfei blocked his gun for him. In this way, he can be considered to have defeated the three and directly became the top seven.

"Thank you." Ning Wufeng nodded solemnly.

Ling Jiangfei smiled calmly and strode to the ring.

Among the remaining two who asked the Taoist Palace, Zhao Dongyan challenged Situ. After two hundred strokes, he was defeated by Situ.

The Confederate Dragons also faced Situ, and they fought fiercely for more than an hour. In the end, the Confederate Dragons exhausted and failed.

Asked about a woman left in Zhugong, Xuege smiled at Ning Wufeng and stepped out.

She wants to challenge Ning Wufeng.

"Zhu Gezhen, please!" Zhu Gezhen said with a brave look, and then said: "I'm different from them. I'm not hostile to you, I'm just more curious and look at your means."

Qiao's face was filled with a youthful smile. The next moment, the whole body burst out with energy, and a powerful momentum swept across the ring, forcing Ning to come without wind.

Sword intention!

There was an uproar in the audience. I did not expect that such a domineering sword was hidden in a petite beauty like Zhu Gezhen.

I saw the dazzling sword light, a dazzling blade of light emerged behind Zhuge's back, the blade of light shone with the spirit of dementing.

"Spirit soldier?" Ning Wufeng's face showed doubts, and Zhuge Yan apparently did not have the practice of the Purple Lake, how could he mobilize the strength of the soldier?

Immediately, someone in the audience exclaimed, "The Beiyue knife clan!"

"I did not expect that there are descendants of the Beiyue Swords." Someone exclaimed. Ning Wufeng suddenly showed a stunned color.

The Beiyue Sword Clan is one of Zhao Guoyin's clan and has a small population. However, men, women, and children in the knife clan are the masters who make knives.

They condense a knife with their life energy, gestating the knife from the beginning of the air-breathing state, to the Tongqiao state, and in the realm of the Purple Lake, the knife will truly become a sword and become a spiritual soldier. At that time, it was the strongest time for the Beiyue swords.

Zhu Gezhen is obviously a different kind. She is talented, and at a young age, she began to turn swords in Tongqiao Realm.

No wonder now that Ning Wufeng was chosen to challenge. Presumably, after defeating Ning Wufeng, her blade will definitely point at Qin Xinghui and Zhao Wuji.

Of course, Ning Wufeng would not give her a chance.

"Good knife." Ning Wufeng said in a deep voice, bred spiritual soldiers, can greatly increase the affinity of the soldiers.

Zhuge's sword is perfectly natural, exuding strong spiritual power, like an arm in her hand.

"Blade name Xiuyue." Zhu Gezhen said lightly.

Xiuyue Lingdao!

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, and the extinguishing gun burst out. Among the guns' ups and downs, the golden light surged, and Ning Shen's shot waved wildly.

The golden light of Daodao fell, the spiritual force surging, stabbing towards Xiuyue Lingdao.

Bang bang ...

After a series of shocks, a tadpole of red appeared on Zhu Ge's face, originally relying on the power of Xiuyue Lingdao, enough to fight against the monks of Jiulingqiao, even to kill Jiulingqiao.

But Ning Wufeng's combat experience was too rich, relying on surging spiritual power and omnipresent gunmang, she seized her weakness and stormed.

Zhu Gezhen's body shape continued to quit, and a corner of his mouth overflowed with blood.

Xiuyue Lingdao disappeared behind him.

"I lost."

Zhu Gezhen shook his head gently, but a fascination appeared on his pretty face, and he said softly, "I will come to you again to challenge."

During the conversation, her graceful figure moved back out of the ring.

There was an uproar in the audience, applauding loudly.

At this time, only four people, Situ Buqu, Zhao Wuji, Qin Xinghui and Ning Wufeng, were left on the ring.

At this time, Qin Xinghui, Zhao Wuji and others looked ugly and ugly, and Situ clenched his teeth and took a step forward.

They set up obstacles everywhere, but never expected that Ning Wufeng's pace would still be blocked.

The top four!

"It's better to be windless than to stop. The next game is not something you can participate in." Situ said coldly.

In the name of a freshman, winning the top four rankings is enough to make Ning Wufeng proud of Zhao Guo.

Situ Buqun, as the fourth place on the list last year, is now even stronger. He squinted at Ning Wufeng.

No matter whether it is a moon invitation or a thousand stone valleys, Situ Buqun never shot. It's not that he can't shoot, but he disdains to shoot. But I did not expect to let Ning Wufeng develop to the point where he is today.

"It seems Ning Wufeng is hanging now." Someone whispered.

Ning Wufeng looked up at him and said lightly: "People who don't make progress can only step back, so you can't stop my footsteps!"

The implication is that Situ Buqun, as the fourth place last year, is still standing in the top four position. To him, he has already regressed. What can be proud of?

"Brother, what do you think of this scene?" Ruan Yue asked softly. Ning Wufeng has reached where they are today, and they are already very satisfied.

"It's difficult." Zhao Jun said in a sound. "At that time, when I and Situ fought against each other, he became the green sword and the six swords, and already had the momentum to intimidate the Quartet. After two years, it is estimated that the Qinglong six swords have It's done. Perhaps Zao Wou-ki may not be his opponent. "

Situ Buqun hides too deeply, and the Six Swords of the Qing Dynasty is better known as the Ninth Sword of Ancient Times. Ranked so high in the vast ancient tactics of the ancient sea, it is conceivable that the power of the six swords of the Qing Dynasty.

Ruan Yue's face was anxious, and she whispered, "Otherwise, let's let the little master give up in advance."

Speaking out, even she herself thought it was impossible. How could Ning Wufeng possibly give in halfway?

Zhao Jun's face moved slightly, shaking his head gently. Ning Wufeng's battle not only concerns him personally, but also the secrets of the Imperial Academy.

Zhao Jun could not give away his secret.

On the stage, Ning Wufeng's words made Situ's face sullen, and Ling Ran said: "Since you don't know how to be good, let me see my strength."

Uh ...

A crisp scabbard sounded, and a dark green sword appeared in front of Situ Buqun. There was no sharp edge on the blade, and the green light was entwined on the blade when it came out.

Countless lines of bark on the sword, like wood.

"Green Sword!"

After more than a year, Stuart ’s swords came out of the sheath again, causing a scream of excitement from the audience, and everyone went to look around.

On the ring, Ning Wufeng felt that the green spiritual power on the green sword was constantly changing, as the clouds rolled, and at the next moment, the sword body rose up like the scales of a dragon.

"Back!"

Situ Buqun reprimanded him, the green light on the sword of green turmoil, the spirit of the majestic swelled, as if the green turmoil came alive, Zhang Ya's claws flew towards Ning Wufeng.

Jianguang surging, green light dots.

Ning Wufeng's face changed, his figure fluttered and then retreated.

Situ Buqun's spiritual power at this time is no less than that of the monks of Jiulingju. Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, it seems that the two Confederates of this Imperial League are hiding deeply.

Take a shot!

Ning Wufeng shot in a blast, with a loud roar, which was extremely harsh. Such qualitative light was contained by the stubborn Jianlong Jianguang.

With a roar, Roaring Sword ate the Ning Wufeng attack stiffly. The barnyard was fierce, coming straight to the chest without wind. Jian Guang screamed, tearing Ning Wufeng's robe instantly, leaving blood on his chest.

Ning Wufeng suddenly fell to the ground.

Roar ...

The green cymbals danced wildly on top of his head, and Situ Buqun sneered, "Give up. Otherwise, your life is worrying!"

Strong murderous burst!

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, he suddenly jumped from the ground, and walked backwards, and walked away from Situ Buqu.

"Although I don't know what method you have to have the magical power that is comparable to Jiulingjiu, but I tell you that it is not Jiulingjiu or Jiulingjiu, and thousands of miles are lost!" Ning Wufeng said suddenly.

Situ Buqun's face changed, and it was indeed a knot of his mind that he did not break through the Jiulingqiao. He had tried every means to make up for it, but after all, he could not defeat the real Jiulingqiao.

How much magic can be developed is a matter of talent. As the grandfather of Stuart, he wants to be with others everywhere, how can he be inferior to others?

So Situ Buqun did not step into the purple lake.

"I killed you!" Situ Buqun's face was filled with a strong murderous spirit, and Ning Wufeng was poked into the pain, and his body was full of green light.

The Qingyan sword appeared in front of him, trembling buzzingly. Situ Buddhism rushed into it, and the green swords rolled violently in the air, and the awakened spiritual power became more and more amazing.

"Six swords on green!" Offstage, Ruan Yue and others whispered softly, almost at the same time holding their breath and staring at the ring.

Even Zhao Wuji's face moved slightly. The power of the Qingjian Six Swords is evident!