Lin Ji walked up to the huge marble square, where he walked the water splashed and then rose between the jets, turning into steam like a mist of water.

Ning Cheng calmly watched all this in front of him, silently waiting for the start of this battle, obviously he didn't plan to be the first to strike.

Fa Xuan looked at Lin Ji's firm back, not knowing the meaning of Lin Ji's persistence in initiating this duel, but he still gave Lin Ji an appreciative look for his persistence.

In fact, only Lin Ji himself knew that the corners of his seemingly resolute eyes had been beating involuntarily.

Facing Ning Cheng, Lin Ji didn't have the slightest confidence.

Even if his expression is so calm, his tone is so peaceful, he seems to be full of confidence, everything is under control, even if he is fully prepared.

He still had no faith.

So he kept convincing himself to convince himself that he could really cross the border and succeed in the challenge and defeat the powerful enemy that seemed to be invincible.

The night was too dark, there were no stars and no lights, so the heaven and the earth, which should have been clear, were so bleak that even the marble, which should have been clear, turned black.

The night shrouded the entire Xuanjian Mountain Range, whether it was the Zhujian Hall or the mountain road, it was pitch black, and Lin Ji felt that no matter how agile he was, there was only Ning Cheng left in his eyes, the one who stood in the rain, looking at him with a sense of ridicule.

"If you think this rain will bring you a little bit of luck, you are very wrong. Ning Cheng smiled and stretched out his right hand and clenched it in his chest.

The raindrops in the square seemed to hear his perception and froze for a moment. Then, as if receiving some kind of inexplicable gravitational pull, he rushed towards Ning Cheng.

In the vast dark night, thousands of raindrops were like sparrows with eyes, densely converging in front of Ning Cheng's body, from a drop to a clump, and then from a clump to a huge water ball of one person high, spinning in front of him, hanging in the air between Ning Cheng and Lin Ji, and after a few breaths after Ning Cheng stretched out his hand, there was no more drop of water in this square.

Lin Ji held his breath, this is something that only immeasurably strong people can do, and of course he can't reach it, so of course he doesn't want to have the idea of trying it.

The water balloon spun bigger and bigger, and began to spin along some strange trajectory.

Lin Ji didn't give him more worldly preparations for this powerful blow.

The ground on which his feet were standing suddenly sank, and the marble floor shattered to form a perfect circle, and with the terrifying force of the shock, his body disappeared into place, leaving only the residual wind.

Ning Cheng chuckled, as if he was a little ashamed of Lin Ji's Xingshi, and waved the water balloon towards Lin Ji like dirty water that had been splashed out.

Lin Ji raised his head and looked at the water balloon, his handsome and unusually beautiful face was a little nervous, but he could only rush forward.

It is not as full of essence as imagined, not even a trace of strength, but simply nothing more than it can be added, just an ordinary water balloon.

When the water balloon hit, the rain quickly fell into the square, and there was an empty passage above the square, there was no rain in it, and it was only at this time that the rain fell again, and then it was evaporated by the afterglow of Lin Ji's body.

Lin Ji was stunned for a moment, walked through the harmless water balloon, stopped in place, and looked at Ning Cheng, who was laughing because of laughing at Lin Ji's fuss, his expression was still calm.

The old man who closed the Zhujian Hall seemed to feel everything in the square, and a trace of incredulity flashed in his slightly open eyes again, and for some reason, he was worried about his apprentice who had passed the immeasurable realm.

Lin Ji only paused slightly in place, but after a moment he started running again.

Soon, like the wind, those ordinary disciples of the Xuanjian Sect who were standing on the periphery of the square felt that the white-clothed man in front of them had just crossed the entire square with a single float.

Even though the marble carried the impact of his high speed, it still did not shatter, but every time he stepped on it, a few inconspicuous cracks appeared.

Then the whole square began to shake and make a dull and eerie noise.

It's like a drumstick beating a war drum with a dull thumping sound.

It's like a horn for attack.

However, what was strange to everyone was that Lin Ji did not run directly towards Ning Cheng, but took Ning Cheng as the center, and took the distance between his stopping position and Ning Cheng as the radius, and ran out of a whole circle in the square.

And Ning Cheng, who was in the immeasurable realm, of course clearly perceived all this, and finally showed a trace of curiosity in his mocking expression.

Curious to know, what Lin Ji has done for so long.

And this only took less than a short breath of the world.

If someone could ignore the darkness of the night, they might be able to see the afterimage in the square.

What is surprising is that in the place where Lin Ji passed, there seemed to be a series of points of light that were connected together.

The light points were extremely dense, like stars neatly arranged around Ning Cheng, flashing with an inconspicuous light.

If Ning Cheng didn't feel the changes around him carefully, he might even ignore the existence of this string of light spots.

In Ning Cheng's eyes, the string of light was magnified in the dark night sky.

Ning Cheng's pupils shrank sharply, feeling the killing intent of the light that followed the master's mind, piercing the air, and subconsciously wanted to jump out of the encirclement of this point of light, but it seemed that he thought of something again, and immediately gave up this idea of escaping.

He is a strong man, how can a strong man escape.

The old man in the Zhujian Hall sighed slightly, deeply distressed by the conceit and arrogance of his beloved disciple, but continued to nervously observe the battlefield not far away.

The point of light was getting closer and closer, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and Ning Chengcai, who knew that he was about to approach him, suddenly found that these points of light that had grown from small to large turned out to be a bright sword composed of essence, exuding infinite killing intent and hatred, under the control of the master, piercing the bleak night and the drifting rain, and roaring.

Hardwired !!

When Ning Cheng finally pulled out the sword beside him that he knew at a glance that it was definitely a famous sword, Lin Ji was almost ecstatic, because he knew that he had grasped Ning Cheng's weakness and saw the possibility of victory.

The glittering sword was grasped by Ning Cheng in his hand, as if it was ignited in an instant, and the light overshadowed the light of the countless swords composed of essence beside him after Fu Yi pulled it out.

It's like the moon rising in an instant in the square.

"Poof...... Burst...... Burst...... Poof........." A series of crashing sounds sounded one after another, not as earth-shattering as everyone present imagined, but like the collision of countless blunt objects, a series of dull sounds.

The huge essence evaporated the raindrops that had just fallen again, and then quickly condensed into countless small water droplets, floating in the air, covering Ning Cheng who was standing in the center of the battlefield.

Everyone waited curiously for the fog to lift, only to find that the man was still standing motionless, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed. But it was still held in his hand, pushed in front of his chest in an extremely casual gesture, and beside him, a layer of cyan light lit up to envelop him tightly, although the lightsaber entered it, but it only entered a small half, obviously unable to penetrate the light barrier anymore.

Although Lin Ji had already expected the ending, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart.

But he was still very happy, because he succeeded in making Ning Cheng draw his sword in the first blow, which was something that no one dared to imagine.

Ning Cheng's face was pale. Some felt ashamed, this non-lethal move was actually controlled just right, and the most important thing was that the killing intent from Lin Ji was so real, making him mistakenly think that Lin Ji would definitely use all his strength.

Lin Ji didn't have the slightest expression on his face, and he looked at Ning Cheng's eyes tightly wrinkled together, still revealing a strong meaning.

"You, is that all?" Ning Cheng, who was annoyed and angry, finally put down the shelves of all the powerhouses, lowered the direction of his wrist, and aimed the tip of his sword at Lin Ji in the distance.

This time, he finally officially recognized Lin Ji as an opponent who was a threat to him, no matter how big or small the threat was.