Lin Ji held his breath, this seemingly fancy attack didn't actually consume too much of his essence, but was extremely powerful, making Ning Cheng spend too much effort to resist.

The gap between Lin Ji and Ning Cheng narrowed by one point, so Lin Ji was very happy.

"Of course, it's more than that, it's just a trick to trick you. Lin Ji sneered and straightened out his own clothes, making the folds on his chest a little smoother.

Ning Cheng was still arrogant and disdained to attack first. Therefore, Lin Ji also gained a rare and precious respite from the world.

The white robe he was wearing today was a little loose, so he looked a little depressed when he stood in the rain.

He lifted his right hand and the sword in his hand, pointing at the sky.

The sky suddenly lit up the moment he raised his sword.

From the deepest part of the clouds, a white light suddenly lit up, like the lightning before the storm, flashing and piercing the thick dark clouds before disappearing without a trace.

Immediately after that, the thunder roared, as if the Heavenly Soldier God would beat the sacred war drum in the sky, and the roar did not stop.

The lightning and thunder in front of the Zhujian Temple had instantly turned into the center of the storm, and the two people standing in the center were still like ordinary people, their faces were the same.

One after another white light flashed into the sky, but one by one it became more and more violent, and in the end it even turned into a huge torrent as thick as a pillar.

A torrent of white, a moment before it disappeared above the low-hanging dark clouds.

The next moment it appeared above Ning Cheng's head.

There seemed to be mysterious runes above the torrent, which were exceptionally bright and swirling beyond the torrent.

At this moment, this column-like torrent full of energy seemed to break through the shackles of time and distance, and there was not even any external force that could affect him.

Like the morning bell of Putuo Temple, a huge torrent rushed to the top of Ning Cheng's head, and the heaven and earth vitality on his body suddenly sank.

And Ning Cheng had already felt it.

The hand carrying the sword did not raise, but hastily raised its left hand.

The pillar of light made a piercing grinding sound in the palm of his hand.

Sparks splashed in all directions, illuminating the huge marble square.

Ning Cheng's arm was slightly bent, and the complexion on his face was a little heavy.

Although this blow was not so difficult for him to deal with, Lin Ji's fighting qualities in the battle made him have to be vigilant.

And in the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

After the torrent that seemed to be connected was held by Ning Cheng with one hand, it could no longer stagnate, but struggled and did not dissipate. But just as Ning Cheng relaxed his vigilance, the Feng Xiao Sword in Lin Ji's hand suddenly changed direction in the air.

awe-inspiring pointed to Ning Cheng, who was still standing in place.

The torrent seemed to have received some kind of unique command, and the runes that lit up on the surface shattered and disappeared into the night, and then the extremely thick white light that seemed to turn into substance instantly split into countless tiny lightsabers, pouring down wildly along Ning Cheng's fingers, and stabbing towards Ning Cheng's body mercilessly, densely and countlessly.

Those lightsabers weren't swords, or just sharp weapons made of spirit, shapeless, irregular, heading towards his chest before stabbing into his body.

Ning Cheng's eyes suddenly brightened, like stars.

Only a roar was heard, and the sparks brought by the friction between the torrent and his palm were extinguished in an instant, and the wind blew in the square, and the marbles shattered, blending into the rain and dancing wildly.

With the terrifying impact, Ning Cheng finally left the center of the square where he had been standing for a long time, and his body suddenly swept backwards.

His feet were like iron pillars in the wet earth beneath the marble square, and he had ploughed out two deep ravines.

Those flashes of lightsaber pierced the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi layer on his body, pierced his clothes, pierced his skin, and left several wounds that were not deep, and drops of blood slowly oozed out, and then slowly stained his clothes red.

The lightsaber slammed into the ground, burrowed into the ground with a muffled thud, and then vanished into the square.

Ning Cheng raised his head, there was indescribable anger in his eyes, he looked at the precious robe in front of him that had been stained red with blood, his angular face was a little pale, and then he raised the long sword again in annoyance, this time he finally didn't care about the dignity of the strong man anymore, and pointed at Lin Ji without hesitation.

"You're still annoyed. Lin Ji pursed the corners of his mouth, and after reaching out to wipe the raindrops that fell on his cheeks, he showed a happy smile, but in Ning Cheng's eyes, it was so hateful.

"I've decided to kill you ant right away. Ning Cheng's face was hideous, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes when he looked at Lin Ji.

Lin Ji was in a trance, as if he felt that this gaze was familiar, and then suddenly remembered that on that night in Qinghe City, Ning Cheng's master seemed to have shown such a gaze, and then Lin Ji nodded so much.

Sure enough, there is still some truth in the sentence that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. ”

Ning Cheng, who didn't understand what Lin Ji was talking about, obviously didn't care, and Fa Xuan, who was standing at the edge of the square, seemed to understand what Lin Ji meant, and actually laughed, breaking the imminent atmosphere in the square in an instant, and the child who was less than ten years old in the eyes of everyone actually bent over with laughter.

Ning Cheng finally got angry, abruptly and without warning.

Ning Cheng watched, the rain timidly avoided his body, as if he couldn't avoid him and the occasional writing, and then Ning Cheng's essence suddenly poured into his right arm, and he waved expressionlessly.

This seemingly simple stroke made the night wind on the square calm again, and the gravel rolled wildly.

Lin Ji's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and he gasped deeply.

No matter how the master of the Infinite Realm makes a move, he will always carry the coercion of the master, even if it is such a casual blow, it cannot be underestimated, this is the difference in the realm.

So Lin Ji looked at it very seriously.

It's coming, it's really coming.

In Lin Ji's opinion, this blow can no longer be described as extremely fast, if Lin Ji's sword is like a wild horse, and at this time, Ning Cheng's sword is from Da Mang's fastest sweat and blood horse.

The essence pouring out of the sword didn't seem to stop in the air for a moment, and immediately came to Lin Ji's body after swinging it.

Lin Ji, who opened his eyes widely, still only saw the shadow of nothingness, and subconsciously blocked the Feng Xiao Sword in front of his chest, which came from the danger consciousness cultivated in several battles after all, it still worked at this moment.

The night clouds above the square suddenly fluctuated, and the breath of heaven and earth was chaotic, as if a thunder exploded in the black clouds, and the dim clouds fled in all directions.

That sword intent hit the sword body mercilessly when Lin Ji barely lifted the Feng Xiao sword.

After all, it was still too fast, and after Lin Ji saw the trajectory of the sword intent with some chagrin, his body was still not under his control, and he took a few steps back.

The sword intent cut off the Heaven and Earth Essence Yuan beside Lin Ji, and the night rain suddenly broke through the air around Lin Ji and sprinkled around him, instantly wetting the white robe.

Lin Ji, who hadn't been in the rain for a long time, felt the coolness from the sky, and seemed to suddenly wake up a little.

His feet gripped into the ground fiercely, and he barely managed to maintain his balance, and the sword intent finally dissipated suddenly after Lin Ji spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then Lin Ji's face turned a little pale, and then he began to cough, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Ning Cheng looked at Lin Ji with disdain. It seemed to be laughing at his insignificance and showing off his strength, but Lin Ji was still expressionless, just reached out and wiped the warm blood from the corner of his mouth.

On the snow-white robe, there were finally traces of blood, which was a little later than Lin Ji had a hunch, so Lin Ji was still very happy.

The clouds above the sky seemed to have dissipated most of them, and they dissipated a lot at the moment of the battle with Ning Cheng. But most of the night dome is still covered by thick black clouds, those few stars appear and disappear, but they shed some light, slightly visible, the square has long been a mess, in the strong people of the Zhiwei Realm and the strong people of the Immeasurable Realm in the full attack, even the Zhujian Hall has received a lot of impact, but obviously there is a magic circle outside the main hall to protect it, so it is not so embarrassed.

Ning Cheng obviously lost all his patience and wanted to end this battle as soon as possible, so at the moment when Lin Ji had just stabilized his body, the whole person had already risen to the sky.