He has these long mausoleum young talents can not imagine the pursuit of the target, but also have they can not understand the practice experience, so just with the first dull shock of the sense of power, he has been able to confirm that one of them must be the most outstanding physical strength of the morning and evening.

As for the other one, it must be one of Zhang Yi, Sukhin and Nanguang Zeling.

The two tigers will have a wound, and this is also a rare opportunity for him.

So he put on the dried shirt as fast as he could, and did not even eat the rest of the roast, and ran in the direction of the sound.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on the podium were deeply attracted by the battle of He Chaoxi and Nanguo Zechi, but some people still noticed the flux of Ding Ning at this moment.

For example, thanks.

She is somewhat difficult to understand.

In her mind, at this time, compared to these strong people, who are very weak, is not more likely to hide and stay away from the place of battle, what does he do with such a fast speed?

...

The battle between Namiya and He Chao Xie is not over.

In a tuff of scattered soot, his arms were constantly trembling, and the South Palace Zechi, whose hands were covered with torn wounds, stood up again and again.

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

She looked at the mist in front of her.

She knew that she could not overcome the day and night in terms of physical strength and the true practice of cultivation.

But she still wants to try again.

Because even if the practitioner who has arrived at the true realm cannot become a small pond that gathers the vitality of the world in the valley of the sacrificial sword, and cannot replenish the true element.

If the real life of both sides is exhausted, the only thing that determines the victory and defeat is pure physical strength and sword skills, as well as real combat experience.

She wanted to see if her sword skills and real combat experience were ever strong.

So she spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and said, "Your real yuan should be few, the sword below, let everyone solve the real yuan."

What a morning’s eyebrows jump.

The strength of Nan Gong Zechi did not surprise him, but her will and determination to win were completely beyond his expectations.

But he certainly wasn’t afraid of that challenge.

He took a deep breath, silent, and again crossed the sword, but unlike the first two times, he began to move, before the start of the rush.

Not only did he cultivate the withering power to transform the mystery, but also the real elements stored in the air and sea were more than the ordinary practice, and with his strong physical strength, even without the use of the real element, he could defeat the vast majority of practitioners in the second realm, so he had the confidence to harvest on this first day.

Just because there is still the existence of Zhang Yi and Su Qin, he still wants to leave a little real yuan, and now he wants to rely on physical strength as much as possible to cope with the challenge of Nangu Zechi.

His explosive power is very amazing, the place where his feet fall, all is a pit, just a sprint of more than ten feet of distance, his front has brought a terrible wind.

Large large lobes were rolled up by the strong winds brought by his body, forming a moving wall of fallen leaves.

The yellow sword in his hand was cut forward.

It may seem like a storm, but there is a hot intention to spread out on the sword front.

A line of fire fell on the wall formed by the countless flying leaves in front of him.

Blast with a scream.

The fire through the wind, countless flying leaves burned violently.

Under the compression of his sword, countless leaves that have been completely burned are compressed in a small space, and the heat collides for a while, creating more pressure and bursting out with stronger forces.

Many disciples of the Ivy Sword Academy understood where the sword came from.

"Dead wood and fire", this is the one of the dead wooden swords of the Ivy Sword Academy.

The dead wooden sword sutras is also one of the deepest sword sutras in the Ivy Sword Academy.

He Chao-shang not only practiced the true practice of the Yuan Dynasty is the best in the Ivy Sword Academy, but the Sword Sutra he practiced was also the deepest in the Ivy Sword Academy.

On the observation table, he looked at the light of the spring eyebrows, and his performance at this moment even made him feel the hidden threat.

Seeing the sudden fire in front of her, Nanguo hesitated slightly, but in the next moment, her eyes became firm.

She ignored the sharp pain of the friction of the broken blood and the hilt of the sword, and held the hilt of the sword more tightly.

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

The iron sword was cut out of her right hand unusually straight, facing a dead yellow sword with a fire that was about to explode.

A force constantly erupts over the sword.

It is just a sword, but it is like countless waves flapping, like countless swords.

This is what she is best at, the pure pursuit of the fierce city sword trick.

Blast with a scream.

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

The straight fish-print iron sword suddenly stopped in countless Mars, and as the dead yellow sword was beheaded on its body with a blazing air current, the iron sword was bent again, and could no longer stay in the master's hands and swirled out of the slope.

A sword split the southern palace of this fish-print iron sword, how morning and evening's heart is sinking.

A sharp roar from the mouth of the south palace tuk-tuk, he felt a strong force, pressed again on his sword.

This is another small sword of the South Palace.

However, at this moment, this sword is also a fierce city sword.

He shook his head helplessly, and the remaining real yuan in his body could not be retained in his hand for the sword.

A strong force hit the sword on the left hand.

The prepared South Palace zeith jumps above the back side, while the five fingers are slightly loose, rising back, and clenched again!

There was a lot of blood spilling between the hilt of the sword and her palms again.

She held the sword in her hand.

But at this moment, she saw how he looked up.

His whole body was also convulsing, but his knees were slightly bent, and his body did not retreat even a step.

The dead yellow sword in his hand was only in the air for a moment, and it cut directly toward her like electricity.

The South Palace squabbles forced the sword to split.

When there was a loud noise.

Her sword still did not take off her hand, but the dead yellow sword light sank and cut through her waist.

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

The South Palace choked a cry and turned back.

Her sadness at this moment was not because of pain, but because of strong unwillingness and helplessness.

She has successfully forced the day and night even the last want to save the real yuan are used, but still the line, the last glimmer of power gap, or let her action slower than He night, can not seal the sword of the morning and evening.

At this moment, although the sword wound on the waist side is not serious, it is not deep, but if you want to continue to fight, you can't handle the wound, and a lot of blood loss will make her completely lose her strength, and even soon fall into a coma.

Ready to move again in the morning?

It is precisely because of the respect of Nanguang Sejing, he is no longer ready to let Nan Gong Sejing fight.

However, at this moment, a voice with a serious gasp sounded: "When I came in, I told you that I could not fight and ran away, and you had to fight like this."

On the podium, Xie Changsheng's eyes have been closely following the body of the South Palace, looking at the blood on the south palace, the more blood on the south palace, his appearance is more and more nervous, until now, he suddenly found that there is more than one person away from the South Palace Zechi and He morning and night, after seeing the figure of that person, he suddenly looked extremely ugly and screamed, "Ding Ning ran here to make up what fun!"

At this time, Nan Gong Cebu also judged who was the person from the voice, and there was some surprise on her face at the beginning, but it immediately became angry, and her voice sounded almost at the same time as Xie Changsheng's voice: "Ding Ning, you have also arrived in this area?"What are you doing!”

"What is Ding Ning doing here, and he still wants to pick up the cheap?"

Many people on the observation deck have just seen the arrival of Ding Ning at this time, and such thoughts have emerged in their minds at the same time.

“I’ll pick it up cheap.”Only then did they think that, and Ding Ning had already uttered this sentence.

He looked at the South Palace and He Changxi, a natural look: "Now a real yuan exhausted, a body hit hard, is not the best time to pick up cheap?" 」

Nan Gong Zexuan was furious and wanted to say something, but Ding Ning looked at her calmly and said, "If you are more than blood, I am afraid that even your teachers in the rattan sword academy will come to interrupt your trial, I think I can't pick up the cheap."

Nan Gong Ceju stayed, she still can not understand Ding Ning's behavior at this moment, but after she bit her teeth, she began to stop bleeding quickly.

For whatever happens next, if she had more than blood, the commander of the Ivy Sword Academy would have come immediately to terminate her trials.

“Do you want to help her?”What has been silent since Ding Ning appeared has seen something, and looked at Ding Ning and asked.

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

He did not pay attention to what he said, looked earnestly at his eyes and the broken sword on his waist, and whispered, "I am glad she has a friend like you, but you are too weak."

Hearing the dialogue between the two, Nan Gong Zechi cried out in anger: "Ding Ning, I don't care about you, you run away!"

"Shut up and save some effort, or I'll be the first to fix you."

Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned around and looked at him.

“How do you know if you can’t win?”

He spoke calmly.

Nan Gong Ceju's face was extremely ugly, I would like to shoot Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's words and intonation at this moment, but let her suddenly stop.

"And all came, with my speed and physical strength, and I couldn't escape if I wanted to escape."

But then Ding Ning spit out a word, but let her eyes dark, almost scolding the impulse.