Using the cultivation of the Tongtian Realm to contend with the invincible king is purely looking for death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the field, no one was optimistic about Ning Chen, and even when they looked at Ning Chen and the others, they seemed to be looking at dead people.

Finally, the black darkness came over, and with a random blow, it swept out a terrible wave, and the invisible wave was pressed down like a thousand pounds.

A big bell rushed out of Ning Chen's body, and then a stone tripod appeared on his left palm, he held the stone tripod and tried to rush over against the big bell.

However, the attack of the black underworld is too powerful, and with a single blow from the king, who can resist it in the Tongtian Realm?

The bell sounded, and the terrifying force rolled down, and the big bell flew out at once, and then fluttered, Ning Chen's entire body was blocked by a huge force, and it was difficult to move an inch, but soon he stabilized, and the stone tripod on the palm of his left hand was trembling, releasing immortal power to block the power fluctuations of the dark underworld.

This scene is surprising.

Under the king's blow, Ning Chen could still stand.

"King-level Shi Ding. At this time, whether it was Wu Ming or several other invincible kings, they were also surprised.

"With just a stone tripod, do you want to stop me?" Wu Ming's face turned cold again, he opened his eyes, and burst out a few terrifying black rays of light and slashed out at once.

"Then what about adding this sword?" Ning Chen raised his head, his white coat hunting, and he didn't know when there was a three-foot-long sword on his right hand.

The shape of the sword looks almost the same as an ordinary long sword, the size is moderate, the only difference is from the sword body itself, it is snow-white, the entire surface of the sword body is flowing with a cold breath, feel carefully, this cold and piercing, almost penetrate people's souls, like the cold on the top of the snow-capped mountain for ten thousand years.

Snow Sword!

Qingzhou's thirteenth-ranked king divine soldier.

"So what? It's just a foreign object after all. Wu Ming's expression became even colder, as an invincible person, he hated such provocations, so he wanted to give Ning Chen death.

This time, he was no longer a random blow, black light burst out, and the mighty curse power enveloped his whole person, and he killed him like a god of death coming out of hell.

"Foreign objects, you are just made by foreign objects, how can a king who is not even a king in the first turn be called invincible?" Ning Chen whispered, his calm eyes rippled a little, he raised his head, his left hand was still holding Shi Ding, and his right hand held the snow sword and rushed over.

Challenge the King!

It wasn't the first time for him, and the reason why he failed last time was because he was facing a true invincible king, and even more because he didn't have a stone tripod as a defense.

Now, Wu Ming is not that person, he lacks the spirit of a true king, and he is far from reaching the level of the first turn, so Ning Chen is not afraid.

The black darkness came over, the qi pierced the sky, the power of the curse rolled through, and the breath belonging to the royal road was suppressed like the chaos of the ten thousand paths.

Everyone was short of breath and their eyes were wide open, in their opinion, the terrifying Wuming was beyond imagination, and what they couldn't understand was, what kind of confidence Ning Chen had to face an invincible king?

Of course, to a large extent, the reason is that people have long been ingrained in the power and horror of kings, and they believe that kings are invincible and invincible.

And no one knows, as early as many years ago, Ning Chen had the courage and strength to face the king, and no one knew that in fact, a year ago, he tried to preach and become a king.

The stone tablet swayed, exuding immortal divine power that enveloped Ning Chen's entire person, and also blocked part of the coercion and attack of the dark underworld.

Ning Chen opened his eyes, held the snow sword, and slashed out with a sword, and suddenly the snow fell from the sky, one after another.

With a click, the white snowflakes suddenly froze, turning into a frozen force that quickly enveloped the place, as if it was about to freeze the entire world.

This is the power of the snow sword.

"It's useless, your strength is too weak, even if you give you the Imperial Dao Divine Soldier, you can't help me. Wu Ming sneered, he slapped out, the black light overflowed, with a terrifying force, and suddenly shook the flying snow down.

"Sword style, frozen for thousands of miles. Ning Chen snorted softly, and the snow sword in his hand suddenly erupted, and then the snow fell from the sky again, and the difference was that the snow swept out with a strong wind.

The wind was strong, the snowflakes were numerous, and the cold meant to penetrate people's souls, and in an instant, the royal road was permeated.

Flutter!

Snowflakes flew past and swept past the dark underworld, but they cut through his defenses like sharp knives, cutting deep wounds into his skin.

In an instant, Yin Hong's blood flowed out, falling drop after drop along his clothes.

The whole scene fell silent.

The Invincible King is wounded.

Wu Ming was actually injured by a Tongtian Realm.

Oh my God, is this true? When will the powerhouse of the Heavenly Realm be able to face the invincible king?

People were wide-eyed, their chests heaving, suffocating, and incredulous.

"I just want one or two spots. Ning Chen didn't move, he swept through some people one by one, and finally stared at Wu Ming.

"Hurt me, do you still want a quota?" Wu Mingsan said, he has been a king for many years, and since he reached this realm, no one dares to provoke him, let alone hurt him.

Now, Ning Chen not only provoked him, but also injured him in public, which was a great insult to an invincible king, and it was not allowed to happen.

Ning Chen was silent, he knew that facing the invincible king with himself as a strong man in the Heavenly Realm required not only courage, but also a firm and unshakable belief.

He wants a spot, that's all, but he doesn't mind killing people if pushed to that extent.

Yes, kill the invincible king with the Heavenly Realm, but if he succeeds, it is very likely that their group will not be able to escape from this ancient city.

"I just want one or two spots. Ning Chen raised his head and stared at him, standing here like the tough poplar tree.

"Haha, it's the funniest joke I've ever heard. Wu Ming said coldly, with Sen Ran, with hideousness, he walked step by step, his eyes flashed with banter and coldness: "You want a place, I can give it to you, but I have one condition." ”

Ning Chen paused and nodded.

"You cut yourself a knife in Shinto, I will give you five places, and I will never break my word. The corners of his mouth raised.

Self-cutting Shinto?

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed greatly, and even Ning Chen's face became ugly.

The Divine Dao is very important, and only the flawless Divine Dao can enter the realm of the Seven Turns King and cut himself with a knife, which is tantamount to cutting off the possibility of being crowned king!

This is too cruel for a cultivator who is expected to be crowned king.

"Don't. Zhao Ying shouted, her tone full of anxiety.

"Uncle Junior, don't be fooled. Chen Yuanyuan also shouted.

Li Pu didn't speak, his chest was a little suffocated, he looked at the back like this, once he was white like snow, heroic, but now he is a little old, and his back is also a little old, as if he has experienced the vicissitudes of time, and has a tiredness and helplessness that ordinary people can hardly feel.

At this moment, he finally understood.

"His name is Wu Ming, he is from Qingzhou Mansion, his name is Zhang Ying, they are from the Holy Gate, the Murong family, the Wan family, the Li family..."

"Little junior brother, what are you doing?" Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help but look at him.

"It's not a big deal, I don't want this place. Li Pu came behind the little uncle and said in a low voice, the voice was not very loud, but some people still heard it.

People sighed in their hearts, and they didn't know what to say.

Over the years, the two poles and three have controlled all the places, and their hegemonism has long been deeply rooted in the marrow of the people, and today, people have become accustomed to it.

But Li Pu is different, that battlefield seems to hide a greater secret for the forbidden body, and it is also the beginning of their decline.

If Li Pu can enter it, he may be able to unlock the secret of the decline of their lineage, and even he will go to glory because of it.

However, it is a pity that he will not get a place, and the two poles will obviously not give him such a chance.

Perhaps, Wuji is really not working, and there is not even a king, otherwise why did it end up like this?

"It's not a big deal, I didn't force you to enter the battlefield, you can choose, get out. Wu Ming sneered, and his words were sarcastic.

"Little" Li Pu raised his head and just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Ning Chen.

"Stand back. Ning Chen's tone improved a lot.

"Haha, are you ready, I'm looking forward to seeing that!"

"I hope you keep your promise, and if you go back on it, I promise no one can save you. Ning Chen raised his head and said indifferently, and then he raised the snow sword in his hand, and in the astonishment of everyone, a sword slashed into his body.

With a snort, he coughed up blood, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, the snow sword was drawn, and a man and a sword stood there, like the broken poplar.

The Shinto Way is the cultivation of the soul, the soul is the soul, and the integrity and immaculate nature of the soul are related to the king and the road to invincibility.

Once the Divine Dao is damaged, there will be no one in the world to cure it, which also indicates that this person's cultivation path will stop at the Heavenly Realm.

If it was an ordinary cultivator, it would be fine, but if it was a cultivator who was expected to become a king, and he suffered trauma in the Shinto, it would almost ruin his life.

But Ning Chen is willing to spend his life in exchange for such a few places, what kind of trade-off is this?

Zhao Ying and Chen Yuanyuan trembled, their faces turned pale, and Li Pu's whole person was like being struck by lightning, as if he had lost his soul.