"The last time the Sky Wolf Boy used the Ah Nose Sword in public was three years ago! That time, he killed a demon cultivator in the late stage of the Xuanmen with one sword!"

"Even in the Tianjiao Temple, where geniuses gather, the Sky Wolf is also a well-known existence. It is said that when he was in the Innate Realm, he was a nine-stage genius! In the Divine Sea Realm, he was a seventh-stage genius. When he was in the Jindan realm, he was still a fifth-stage genius! Even when he reached the Xuanmen realm, he was still a second-stage genius!"

Someone began to count his achievements.

"The Ferris Wolf was able to kill the late stage of the Xuanmen three years ago, and it will definitely be even more powerful in three years! This young monk, although he looks very powerful, is definitely not the opponent of the Ferris Wolf!"

"It seems that there is another master of the Xuanmen Gate, who is going to die at the hands of the Ferris Wolf, which will become a stepping stone for him to establish his prestige and fame!"

The crowd hurriedly retreated, and while they were talking, their eyes lit up.

The actions of the two great masters of the Xuanmen can often bring inspiration to people, and some people will even understand the martial arts problems that plague them and make a breakthrough.

The black giant sword hung high above its head, slashing down at any moment, unleashing a thunderous blow, and the Zhikong Mage, who bore the brunt of the attack, still looked serene, not the slightest sense of fear, but the corners of his mouth rose, faintly revealing a sneer of disdain.

He clasped his hands together, and there was an invisible breath, like a spring breeze blowing coldly, and he couldn't see anything extraordinary, but he unconsciously made a hundred flowers bloom.

Only Sun Ning could feel that although Master Zhikong didn't make a move, there was a strange aura that covered himself and him, making it suddenly become like an iron wall within a radius of one zhang.

The black greatsword hanging from his head made it look like a plastic toy.

"Nose sword, slash!"

The cold and majestic voice of the Ferris Wolf slowly came from the black giant sword.

There was a sudden tremor in the air, making it difficult to tell whether it was the black greatsword shaking, or its terrifying power that made the space around it chaotic and unstable.

All the aura within a radius of ten zhang was completely drained as this sword slashed down.

The already dull and solemn atmosphere suddenly became more solemn, and people's breathing and heartbeat stopped with it.

Wow!

The black giant sword fell instantly, and in people's sights, there was only a black light like a match.

Boom!

When the sword landed at a height of a few feet, it suddenly made a sound that was neither light nor heavy, like a wooden stick smashing on the fiberglass. Instead of causing any harm to the other party, he hurt his own tiger mouth and palm.

The black sword vanished abruptly.

People never imagined that the terrifying Abi Sword would end in such a joking way with all its full force.

The Ferris Wolf appeared in shape, and saw that his face was flushed, and his blood was obviously surging, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.

And when he looked at Master Zhikong again, it was like a living person seeing a ghost in broad daylight, full of disbelief and deep fear.

He is a dignified rank genius, his cultivation in the middle stage of the Xuanmen has been polished and tamped perfectly, and he is only one step away from advancing to the late stage, and he can also win against the peak martial artists of the Xuanmen.

But the Zhikong Mage barely used any means to dissolve the Ah Nose Sword in such an incredible way, not to mention the Xuanmen Master, even those Nine Tribulation Masters, they may not be able to do it!

The Wisdom Mage was not idle.

He didn't give the Ferris wolf too much time to marvel, and said with a sigh: "With this little three-legged cat kung fu, do you dare to be presumptuous in front of my master?"

He lifted his palm, which was as white as jade, and patted it lightly.

A mana palm that was a long mana, like substance, slapped down on the head of the Ferris wolf.

Syllable!

This top genius of the Tianjiao Temple, the main member of the Spirit Sword Society, and the famous Xuanmen Master of the Realm Alliance, seemed to have been suddenly smashed by a mountain, and his feet smashed the sturdy stone slabs within a radius of three. The whole person sank directly, his knees sank into the ground, and only half of his body was outside.

The crowd gasped.

What's even more wide-eyed is that the mana palm is just an appetizer, and it really slapped on the back of the Ferris Wolf at this time.

Ferris Wolf's back was like a lightning strike, his whole body trembled, and with the crisp sound of breaking bones, his upper self fell straight down, and was slapped directly into the floor by this unrivaled palm.

"To my master, make amends!"

Master Zhikong smiled slightly, took a few steps back, and obediently came behind Sun Ning, bowing slightly, like a dog minion.

"This ......"

I don't know how many people are speechless and look at each other directly.

The famous Xuanmen Master Ferris Wolf in the Realm Alliance, the whole person knelt down, and he was deeply sunk into the ground, and his back was four inches lower than the flat ground.

The difference is that normal kneeling is with the knee flexed.

Ferris Wolf knelt down this time, but his thighs were bent.

His two thigh bones were actually broken by this palm, and under the huge force, he bent ninety degrees on his thighs and made a kneeling posture.

The Metaverse battlefield has an extremely stable spatial structure, and it is difficult for ordinary Jindan martial artists, even on ordinary ground, to leave traces.

These wide, heavy stone slabs, even specially made, are even tougher. A hundred years have passed, and the floor is still as clean as new, without even a trace left, but today, under the palm of Master Zhikong, it is smashed into several square circles.

"Ferris Wolf Defeated ......"

"Oh my God! Sun Ning's slave ...... How can it be so powerful!"

The Ferris wolf, which was deeply embedded in the ground, was in pain from the hard soil and stones on his face, and the blood he spit out vomited on the ground was soaked in his face, and the smell of blood was puffy, and he was filthy, and he only felt that there was no pain in his whole body, and then he could hear the surrounding discussions, and he almost fainted under the anger in his heart.

It was still as if he was pressed against a mountain, making it difficult for him to move.

He is a skyscraper and a wolf, how can he ever be so humiliated?

"Didn't you just want to kill me? Why didn't you kill me?"

In the Ferris wolf's ears, an extremely villainous voice came, it was Sun Ning.

Sun Ning said as he put his hands behind his back, and walked unhurriedly to the body where the Ferris Wolf was embedded, and in full view of everyone, he stretched out his right foot, stepped on the back of his head lightly and heavily, and said lukewarmly: "Do you like this kneeling posture?"

Ferris Wolf spit out the dirt in his mouth with difficulty, and shouted with difficulty: "Sun Ning, if you dare to do this to me, will the Spirit Sword let you go, and the Tianjiao Temple will not let you go!

"When death is on the verge of death, you dare to be hard-mouthed!"

Sun Ning was unceremoniously, stepped on his back, and there was a crisp sound of breaking bones, and said lightly: "Ferris wolf, listening to what you threatened me just now, it seems to have a very good background." Then let these people you just mentioned bring things to redeem your life!"