The Qiankun Five Elements Killing Array, with the five elements of heaven and earth as obstacles, need to break through the five levels of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth to break the formation, otherwise you have to be trapped in the formation until the spiritual energy of the caster is exhausted or the spirit stones of the array are exhausted.

Now that there is a shortage of spirit stones, Orlando can only rely on his own spiritual power to manipulate the formation, which means that the power of the formation is not too great at all, and it only takes a lot of effort to break the formation.

Ning Zhiwei stood in place, calmly watching the changes in the surrounding scenery, the white fog was vast, she couldn't see her fingers, and there was a sound of breaking the sky in the distance, she flashed in time, it was a blade with cold light flickering.

As if something was turned on, sharp blades flew out of the dense fog in an endless stream, and in the case of blocking the line of sight, it was impossible to guard against it, Ning Zhiwei dodged very wolf, and the clothes on his body were cut, oozing blood.

There is no way to go on like this, Ning Zhiwei stopped, a flying sword had already appeared in her hand, she closed her eyes, but her sense of hearing became extremely keen, and there was a subtle movement of the air flow change in all directions, her lips hooked slightly, and the flying sword in her hand was waved by her.

"Taiqing Sword Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect."

Thousands of flying swords appeared in the air, and as her words fell, they quickly radiated in all directions, shaking with the violent air current, and the sonorous sound of metal collision was endless, and the momentum was extraordinary.

If Orlando could see the scene in the formation, he would definitely sigh again at this time Ning Zhiwei's amazing control and insight, every flying sword was against the attacking blade, the collision of the two forces, the result was self-evident, the flying sword was always better than the blade.

Wanjian Chaozong, as the name suggests, flying swords in different directions will gather in a certain direction of Wan, this is the trick of Taiqing swordsmanship, which is not the same as the ice pick that Ning Zhiwei controlled before, but it can achieve the same effect.

After breaking the blade, the flying swords in all directions turned around as if they had spirituality, and the dense flying swords shot to the southwest, and finally pierced into the gray sky.

After a few breaths, that inch of heaven and earth cracked like an eggshell, and with a bang, Ning Zhiwei changed the scene again.

This place is the wooden pass, and the eyes are towering trees, dense branches and leaves surrounding the heavens and the earth, imprisoning her. The thick, resilient rattan was ready to move, slashing at her with teeth and claws.

She hurriedly set up the aura shield, but despite this, she was thrown away a few steps by the rattan. Looking at the rattans dancing around her, she rose into the air with her sword, pulled out a large handful of talismans from the ring, and the aura was triggered, and the scorching flames stuck to the plants below in the blink of an eye.

The cane, which had been so arrogant just now, suddenly withered, and shook the fireworks on the branches in horror, but this was only in vain, but it caused the other trees to be contaminated with flames, and the fire grew bigger and bigger. This is not an extraordinary fire, but Ning Zhiwei sealed Xiaoqing's samadhi true fire, burning all things in heaven and earth, not to mention just a small rattan.

The scorching temperature made Ning Zhiwei a little unbearable, so he hurriedly raised it a little more and strengthened the aura cover, so that after half an hour, the flames below stopped, and the ground was barren and devastated all over the ground, and the air exuded an unpleasant smell of coke.

Orlando, who was closing his eyes and controlling it, turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. He hurriedly stuffed a pill into his mouth, pinching the magic formula in his hand, and did not mean to give up the competition.

The environment changed again, and she felt that the aura was even stronger than before, Ning Zhiwei's eyebrows raised, it seemed that the other party was determined to consume it with her, so she didn't need to be polite.

Below was the turbulent sea, boundless, blue, difficult to find the eye to break the formation, and it was at a stalemate for a while. She simply closed her eyes, and the vast divine consciousness spread, suddenly filling the entire space.

Suddenly, she discovered an anomaly in her consciousness, a highly rotating vortex in the depths of the sea, with a strong aura, centered on it, supporting the entire sea.

The joy in his eyes flashed, closed and rushed into the sea, the flying sword condensed the aura, and pierced into the whirlpool with the momentum of thunder, but in an instant, the huge aura collided and burst out, the sea water rolled and boiled, and with the expansion of the whirlpool, with a bang, it evaporated in an instant.

By the time she came to her senses, she had fallen into a sea of scorching fire. After the consumption of the first few levels, there is not much aura in her body, so she has no interest in continuing to consume, extinguishing the fire with water, hitting the eye of the formation, and breaking the formation is just a matter of blink of an eye.

And the next level is an endless, yellow sand desert, dry and empty, and even has the effect of forbidden spirits, she was taken aback, she didn't expect Orlando's formation attainment to be so high, she originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to break the formation, however, unexpectedly, she quickly broke the formation.

When the obstacle of the formation faded from front of her eyes, the scene of the martial arts arena reappeared in her vision, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Orlando spurting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground.

It turned out that the main formation was seriously injured and could no longer support the formation.

"Holy Son!"

"Holy Son!"

The onlookers were horrified, and hurriedly ran up to help Orlando up, and some people even picked up their swords and pointed at her, their eyes were fierce, "Witch, you dare to hurt the Holy Son, the sin is unforgivable." ”

Ning Zhi pursed his lips boringly, it was inevitable that he would be injured during the fight, and the strength of these people was too small, and besides, it wasn't her crying and shouting to fight with their holy son, it was really unreasonable.

She continued to lurk here, and it was not good to offend them at this time, so she opened the flying sword they pointed at with a wave of her hand, and took a healing pill and stuffed it into Orlando's mouth.

"What did you give the Son?"

"Poison."

"You ......"

Ning Zhiwei finally got impatient, and glanced at them coldly, and a powerful power burst out from his body, suppressing a group of Qi cultivation period cultivators into a cold sweat, and looked at her in shock.

It was also boring to bully a group of Qi cultivation stage cultivators, she removed the coercion and said coldly, "If you are a smart person, you should take your Holy Son to heal at this time, instead of chattering with me here." ”

They finally came to their senses, looked at her inwardly, and carefully carried Orlando away, and the arena was soon empty and she was the only one left.

Ning Zhi hooked his lips slightly, although he didn't have a good time, but he couldn't be too happy after abusing the Holy Son or something.

Ten days later, Orlando, who had recovered from her injuries, came to her, "I'm sorry, I originally invited you to compete, but I didn't expect this to happen." ”

Ning Zhiwei withdrew the flying sword, glanced at the monks next to him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, their strength is still far behind." ”

In order to avoid suspicion, she still finds some time to practice these days, but the monks here are very indifferent and disgusted with her, either sneering at her or making some small moves, but there are few real swords and guns to fight with her, and it is precisely because of this that she is even more despised.

A group of narrow-minded and courageless rats, don't want to find the road in this life.

Seeing the undisguised disdain and disdain in her eyes, Orlando was embarrassed and ashamed, the girl in front of her was extremely powerful at a young age, and it could be seen that she had not exhausted all her strength in the fight with him, and while he was defeated, there was a strange feeling in his heart.

He hadn't been defeated in a long time......

"Miss Ning, can I have time to learn spells from you in the future?"

Ning Zhi glanced at him in surprise, "Of course you can." "Anyway, it's her side that abuses people, and it's best that someone is willing to use her as a punching bag.

Orlando laughed softly, the facial features of the theater were radiant, and the glass-like eyes were bright and bright, handsome as an angel.

The days of lurking continued like this, and Ning Zhiwei gradually learned some things about the Holy Domain, such as the clear distinction between the supernatural and the immortal cultivator, and the supernatural didn't even know the identity of the dozens of real immortal cultivators led by the Holy Son.

Fang Bozheng was no longer visible, and Bishop Sabel had only seen him once, and the entire Sanctuary was as calm as stagnant water, but thinking of the overheard speech that night, Ning Zhiwei believed that it was just the calm before the storm.

It was precisely because of this that Ning Zhiwei became more and more cautious, reminding the second elder not to act rashly, while she went to the practice hall every day to report, meditate and cultivate, or beat up the Holy Son who took the initiative to come up, and her life was plain and colorful.

Another competition, compared to the first time, Orlando has been holding on under her for a longer time, Ning Zhiwei secretly appreciates it in her heart, feeling that this son is not a thing in the pool.

Orlando was sitting on the ground pranayama when a man in a priest's uniform suddenly hurried over and said to him anxiously: "Oh no, Holy Son, the Pope is injured and fainted." ”

Ning Zhiwei was wiping the flying sword, his eyes narrowed when he heard this, and a voice sounded softly in his heart, finally here.

Orlando seemed to glance at her, but seeing that her face was as usual, her eyes flickered, but she didn't hide the anxiety on her face, "What's the matter, how could the teacher get hurt." ”

The priest was so anxious that his eyes were a little red, "I don't know, Holy Son, go over and have a look, the bishop has arrived, and he sent you." ”

"I see." He cleaned up his appearance, and when he walked to Ning Zhiwei's side, he paused slightly, "Miss Ning, the teacher is injured, I'll take a step first." ”

"Go quickly, don't worry, the Pope's strength is extraordinary, and he won't take it lightly." She had the right amount of worry and concern on her face.

Orlando thanked her and hurried away with the priest. Ning Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly and took out a messenger.

It's finally going to be windy.