Ning Chuan laughed, Tan Sen and Ling Shaohui laughed, and the cultivators watching the play around also laughed, but Ji Pengjun, who was the object of ridicule, had a gloomy complexion.

Around him, the blood-red murderous aura enveloped him, and within a radius of several hundred meters, the void cracks were cut out by the murderous aura, and those cultivators who watched the play, after feeling Ji Pengjun's killing intent again, also closed their mouths that were laughing, after all, Ji Pengjun's strength, they could all see it.

"Yes, you're good, but now, it's time for you to die!"

The murderous aura has been raised to the extreme, and the Yuan Force on Ji Pengjun's body has also surged up endlessly, but at this time, the gray Yuan Force lying in the Ningchuan Dantian has moved slightly.

Soon, the gray Yuan Force returned to normal, as if he had never moved, but Ning Chuan's heart sank to the bottom, he looked at Ji Pengjun, and thought coldly in his heart: "It seems that my conjecture is really not wrong!"

Compared with Dong Bole, Ning Chuan is naturally a little worse, but in this Nanling, he can be regarded as a first-day talent, his cultivation speed and adventures are a lot, but his progress is not as great as Ji Pengjun's.

In other words, there is definitely an indispensable connection between his growth and the demonic path evil cultivators, and the demonic path evil cultivators and the two of them are inextricably linked.

Although Ji Pengjun had already concealed the aura of the demonic path cultivator very well, he didn't know that Ning Chuan had a silent determination in his body, and he had an extremely keen sense of the demonic path cultivator, as long as there was a slight movement, Ning Chuan could determine whether the person in front of him was a demonic cultivator.

"In the same way, today next year is also your death date!"

For the demonic path and evil cultivation, Ning Chuan will never tolerate it, and he will be kidnapped by the wind and snow clothes, causing him to pursue it all the way, this hatred, Ning Chuan can't let go of it no matter what!

After finishing speaking, Ning Chuan took four or five steps backwards under his feet, and at the same time, Ning Chuan quickly pinched the seal with both hands, and every time the seal fell, the golden light in his hand would be a little stronger.

"Buzz!"

Seventy-seven and forty-nine seals fell, Ning Chuan pushed his hands into the air, and a flame rose into the sky, and in this firelight, there was also a trace of golden light, which was the power of the heaven-breaking formula in the continuous blessing of the flames.

And this flame is the Great Heaven Burning Technique that stole the Falling Yan Sect in the first place, and after the blessing of the Heaven Breaking Technique, the power has increased I don't know how many times, but in the same way, the scope has also narrowed a lot.

"Fall!"

The two hands slowly pressed down, and the Great Heaven Burning Technique turned into a pillar of fire, and roared down towards Ji Pengjun below.

The attack has not yet arrived, but the scorching heat of the Great Heaven Burning Technique can be felt from afar, obviously, the attack of this Great Heaven Burning Technique is not weak, and it is even very powerful!

"Huh!

Looking up at the firelight that rushed straight down from the sky, Ji Pengjun snorted coldly, and there was no extra movement, he slammed his feet on the ground, and the whole person ejected, facing the pillar of light, and blasted out with a punch.

The flames were shining, and Ji Pengjun was even more shrouded in flames, no one knew the situation inside, but Ning Chuan's complexion changed!

"Ahh

The firelight splashed on the bodies of some cultivators, and those cultivators instantly let out a scream like killing a pig, Ji Pengjun was able to withstand the flames of Ning Chuan, but some cultivators couldn't, after extinguishing the flames on their bodies, they hurriedly retreated to the rear!

Outsiders don't know Ji Pengjun's current state, but Ning Chuan knows that Ji Pengjun, who is surrounded by the Great Heaven Burning Technique, is constantly tearing the flames with his iron fists, and those flying sparks are the attacks that Ji Pengjun extinguishes.

Although the Great Burning Heaven Technique is powerful, but after all, Ning Chuan is not commonly used, and he does not know much about his power, and after a while, the flames gradually extinguished, and above the sky, countless flying ashes slowly fell, and Ji Pengjun, who was scorched black, stared at a pair of bright eyes, and was looking down at Ning Chuan below, in his eyes, there was still a little arrogance in it.

Obviously, he was showing off to Ning Chuan, or rather, he was saying that Ning Chuan was weak in disguise.

Ning Chuan naturally ignored this smug self-righteousness, smiled slightly, hooked his fingers, and motioned for Ji Pengjun to come to fight.

"Squeak......

A sharp voice came from high in the sky, echoing between heaven and earth, extremely loud, I saw a pair of wings growing out of Ji Pengjun's back, and his eyes were as sharp as falcons, spreading their wings in twos and twos, turning into a streamer, and facing Ning Chuan.

"It's kind of interesting!"

This wing is not a real wing, but similar to martial arts, a strong wind blew up countless blades, these blades came towards Ning Chuan, a chaotic dance, looking from a distance, as if to slash Ning Chuan in the thousands of blades, extremely powerful.

In fact, in the face of such an attack, Ning Chuan would never dare to resist, after all, he had fought with Ji Pengjun, and he had some understanding of his strength.

With a golden light all over his body, Ning Chuan lifted the blood dragon into the sky, running quickly in his body, and it could be seen that under his golden skin, the green tendons were clearly visible, and it was conceivable to what extent his current physical strength had been used.

"You are strong, you are strong, and the iron fist will shatter the sky!"

The sound was like thunder, rolling endlessly, echoing between heaven and earth, Ning Chuan's eyes were firm, looking at the stirring wind blade, without the slightest intention of retreating, he snorted coldly, and quickly moved a pair of fists, punch after punch, and blasted into the wind blade.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The fists collided, and there was a crisp sound, as if it was playing music, but this was definitely not a beautiful movement, because before Ning Chuan's fist, the void was distorted, and if you looked closely, you could see that in the distorted space, there were small spatial cracks.

This is Ning Chuan's strength now, as long as he punches with all his strength, the surrounding void will not be able to withstand his strength, if he wants to, he can directly tear the void, the so-called into the void, this is the case.

The fist collided with the wind blade, Ning Chuan was indeed powerful, but in Ji Pengjun's strength, it should not be underestimated, on Ning Chuan's hands, you could see cracks one after another, and there was bright red with golden blood flowing down from above.

"Broken!"

After the ninety-nine eighty-one punches, a cold light flashed in Ning Chuan's eyes, and then the golden light in his hand was sheng, and those golden blood were reabsorbed back into his body by Ning Chuan, and his momentum was also rapidly improving.

After Ning Chuan let out a loud shout, the golden light in his hand rose like a bright sun, and the light in it made the cultivators below unable to open their eyes, and at this moment, even the sun in the sky was under Ning Chuan's fist, becoming eclipsed.

"Ahh

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Ning Chuan slammed down the fists in his hands, and those wind blades shattered like spars, scattering downward.

This punch seems to be very simple, but only Ning Chuan knows that the power contained in it is definitely not inferior to the heaven-level martial arts, you know, with the power contained in the Fighting Holy Duel, Ning Chuan simplifies the complex and condenses all the moves under one punch.

One can imagine how powerful this punch is.

"Poof!"

The light gradually dissipated, and in mid-air, Ji Pengjun spat out a mouthful of blood, and the wings behind him also became dim, and it can be seen that there are still wings falling off, and then turning into streamers, blown away by the wind!

"Just now...... What's going on?"

Some cultivators looked up at the two of them in mid-air and muttered to themselves, obviously, they didn't know what was going on yet, and they didn't quite believe that Ning Chuan could smash Ji Pengjun's attack with one punch.

However, some things are often not as they expected, the pale Ji Pengjun, with a few traces of blood hanging on the corners of his mouth, has already explained the problem.

"Awesome!Brother Chuan, him, him to death!"

Tan Sen rampaged among the cultivators of the Ji family, and after shaking off a few cultivators, he shouted loudly into the air, and his voice made the cultivators of the Ji family even more embarrassed.

This time they came prepared, thinking that they could easily take Ning Chuan, but they didn't expect that the form was still not optimistic.

Not to mention Ning Chuan's side, even Tan Sen and Ling Shaohui, the cultivators of the Ji family had no way to kill them.

"Ji Pengjun, you are just a defeated general under me, you want to kill me, with your current strength, it is far from enough, I advise you to stop as soon as possible, so as not to lose your life!"

Ning Chuan shook his hands slightly, and after eliminating the residual pain on them, the injuries that were cut out by the wind blade were already slowly scabbing over.

However, Ji Pengjun didn't seem to want to accept Ning Chuan's "kindness", sneered, and then said slowly: "I really don't know, it turns out that you Ning Chuan is such a soft-hearted person!"

He said it right, Ji Pengjun is definitely a difficult enemy, the reason why he wants to make a truce with Ji Pengjun is that he doesn't want to fight to the death with him, so that the surrounding cultivators can have a yellow finch behind, and second, Ning Chuan wants to learn something about the demonic path and evil cultivation from Ji Pengjun's mouth.

Of course, Ji Pengjun has already been involved in a relationship with the Demon Dao Evil Cultivator, and Ning Chuan will never let it go, and now what Ning Chuan wants to figure out is whether the Ji family has anything to do with this matter!

"I see that you have a good talent, and I don't want to kill a proud son of the sky, otherwise, this Nanling really doesn't have any genius!"

Ning Chuan said with a smile, Mei Yaofa and Xia Ziyang both died under his hands, and if Yu was also exiled today, it can be said that now the Ji family is the entire Nanling, and finally hopes to rule the family in the next few hundred years.

This point, Ning Chuan believes that Ji Pengjun will not be unable to understand, of course, the condition for these things to be established is that the Ji family does not provoke Ning Chuan, if they insist on going to war with Ning Chuan, then Ning Chuan does not mind killing Ji Pengjun in front of him under his hands.

Some things, once the choice is wrong, it is useless to regret it, and the price to pay, of course, is their lives!