"Rather no frost. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Xuan's words came out, causing all the disciples present to tremble, this name seemed to be very loud, causing a roar in their hearts.

Ning Wushuang's expression was still cold, and the moment he heard Jiang Xuan shouting his name, he strolled towards the gossip in the center of the sword array.

Every step of the way caused a thunderous explosion in everyone's hearts.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts were extremely nervous, and thousands of pairs of eyes in the entire square stared intently at the sword array.

Even Leng Hao and Xuan Ling were suddenly nervous by this atmosphere.

Ning Wushuang sat cross-legged in the gossip with an indifferent expression, and his eyes flashed, opened his mouth, spit out a breath of spiritual energy, and threw it towards the sword array.

Suddenly, the sword array roared, violently vibrating, and thunder came out, causing an uproar in the hearts of the disciples.

Ning Wushuang was in the gossip, and the moment the sword array thundered, his body trembled violently, and then a roar came from his mind.

The next moment, his mind was blank, and a domineering aura, like heavenly might, pressed on his body, making him a little panting.

His face was a little pale, and the ten sharp swords of the sword formation slowly condensed spiritual power and poured it into the thin path.

The spiritual power in the ten fine paths was injected into the gossip one after another, and Ning Wushuang, who was sitting cross-legged in the gossip, had a milky white light curtain made of spiritual power floating around his body.

Looking at the milky white light curtain around Ning Wushuang, those elders and disciples in the sky above became nervous.

Even some elders couldn't help but swallow their saliva to relieve the tension in their hearts.

These elders, all of whom are deep-minded people, have seen strong winds and waves, and there is nothing to make them nervous or in a fluctuating mood on weekdays.

But for a moment when the layer of light curtain floating around Ning Wushuang, their expressions of unfazed expression actually showed a look of expectation.

Holding Shui Han in his arms, his eyes slightly closed, his eyes seemed to be staring with disdain, but his heart was more nervous than anyone else.

He was afraid that Ning Wushuang had activated the nine swords again, so that the title of the first person in his younger generation of Tianjiao would leave a message to others.

With his temperament, how could he give away what he had worked hard to get, so he was nervous in his heart at the same time, but also with extreme resentment.

As for Merlin, he looked at it with a smile, as if he had found a way to deal with Ning Wushuang, and there was no trace of worry and concern on his face.

"Little junior brother, you must not let us down." Jiang Xuan also stared at Ning Wushuang, his eyes full of anticipation.

Rumble~

The next moment, a sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth came out, and everyone's hearts trembled, and they all looked towards Ning Wushuang.

Suddenly he noticed that the layer of light curtain around Ning Wushuang gradually dispersed, and the spiritual power in the ten thin paths gradually retreated.

The ten sharp swords only flickered for a moment, and then there was no movement.

The surroundings fell silent, eerily quiet, and everyone stared in disbelief at the ten dim swords in the sword array.

"No, it can't be." Jiang Xuan rubbed his gaze, and he didn't want to believe this result in his heart.

On the other hand, Mo Lin showed an incomprehensible smile, as a result of not activating a sharp sword, he could only be a disciple of the outer sect, and he was not worthy of having the resources within the sect, so he no longer worried about Ning Wushuang's revenge in the future.

And Jiang Shui Han laughed wildly, and shouted around, "Ten years ago, you were Tianjiao, ten years later, your roots and bones have long been fixed, and now you are just a waste." ”

Shui Han's words came out, and suddenly the disciples below were in an uproar and discussed one after another.

"Who said that Ning Wushuang is the first person in Tianjiao, I think he will only pretend to be high, and he is just a waste."

"I still firmly believe that he will be able to dominate the world in the future, not something in the pool."

"Ahh

"What should I do, the old lady also expressed her love to him, how can a person with such qualifications be worthy of the old lady."

There were all kinds of scolding voices from below, and it was impossible for a monk with extremely poor talent to be respected in the cultivation realm.

Xu Qin's face was a little ugly, she looked at Ning Wushuang, her eyes were full of worry.

Although she did see that Ning Wushuang did not activate any of the sharp swords, in her heart, she still chose to support Ning Wushuang.

Leng Hao glanced at Ning Wushuang with a complicated expression, then sighed, retracted his gaze, and seemed to have made a certain decision in his heart.

As for Xuan Ling, there was no more playfulness on her face, and at this time she also looked at Ning Wushuang worriedly.

The corners of Bai Shuang's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes narrowed, "This sword tomb is nine layers, how can it be as simple as you imagined?" ”

When Bai Shuang came back, Bai Shuang already knew that Ning Wushuang had already cultivated, but he remained silent and let Ning Wushuang take the initiative to attack him.

Then he used this as an excuse to abolish Ning Wushuang's cultivation, and then imprisoned him on the ninth floor of the Sword Tomb.

Originally, there was nothing peculiar about the ninth layer of the Sword Tomb, but before Xu Qing, under his arrangement, he put Hualingsan in Ning Wushuang's food.

The sword array on the ninth layer of the Sword Tomb has another effect on the transformation of the spirit dispersion, that is, it gradually destroys the meridians and changes his talent.

Ning Wushuang stood up from the gossip, his expression was still cold, but his heart was a little gloomy.

He looked around, and the moment he saw the white frost looking at him with a smile, he was stunned in his heart, and then the anger in his heart spread.

He clenched his fists, his eyes staring at the white frost, and he longed to break the white frost into pieces.

"Ning Wushuang, no immortal fate, assigned to outer disciples, unable to enjoy the resources and pills of the sect." At this moment, a cold voice with a hint of disdain came from the mouth of an elder.

Ning Wushuang's face turned pale, his body stumbled a little, and then a strong wind blew beside him, and Ning Wushuang was ruthlessly swept to the side of the elder who was mocking him.

"The old man was really blind at the beginning." The elder glanced at Ning Wushuang with disdain, and then left the mountain with Ning Wushuang.

Ning Wushuang was taken away from here, and suddenly the entire square became even more unscrupulous.

There were many kind-hearted elders who sighed and left with a sigh.

The news that Ning Wushuang was detected as having no immortal fate exploded in the entire Burial Sword Sect, and in an instant, everyone in the entire Burial Sword Sect knew that Ning Wushuang was now just a waste.

When the elder brought Ning Wushuang to the peak where the outer disciple was, he threw Ning Wushuang to the ground fiercely, and with a cold snort, he rolled up his sleeves and left.

Ning Wushuang's eyes were cold, he stood up and laughed at himself.

The mountain where the outer disciples are located, the soil is extremely poor, the whole mountain peak is quite large, there are dense trees everywhere, and there are only a few simple humble houses, sitting alone.

There are very few outer disciples of the Burial Sword Sect, only a few gradually, and those outer disciples also can't test the immortal fate, but they have good perseverance, so they make an exception to become outer disciples.

If the outer disciples add Ning Wushuang, there are only three of them now.

Ning Wushuang retracted his thoughts, and didn't care much about the ugly words of everyone.

He only hated White Frost, and the only purpose of his life was to kill White Frost.

So he doesn't care about what other people say, his first task now is to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.

He walked over to the houses, picked one that looked pleasing to the eye, pushed the door open and walked in.

I saw a thin young man, who opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"My name is Zhang Dahu, and I am the head of the outer disciples, so what I tell you to do, you must not disobey." Zhang Dahu said with a sneer.

Ning Wushuang's expression was cold, and he didn't take Zhang Dahu's words to heart.

Zhang Dahu's face turned cold, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said with a sneer, "If you offend me, you will regret it." ”

Ning Wushuang looked around at the structure of the room, and Zhang Dahu's words, he still didn't take it to heart.

Seeing Ning Wushuang like this, Zhang Dahu suddenly became furious, his body moved, and he snorted coldly, and rushed to Ning Wushuang's side.

"Fireball." Zhang Dahu pinched the trick, and suddenly a fireball quickly condensed in his hand, exuding a blazing aura, and bombarded towards Ning Wushuang.

Ning Wushuang finally became a little impatient, although he didn't have the slightest cultivation, it didn't mean that he would lose to Zhang Dahu, who was only one level of Qi refining in front of him.

Ning Wushuang's eyes were cold, and he only heard the sound of the sword blade coming out of the sheath, and a cold light flashed.

Zhang Dahu's pupils shrank, and the fireball in his hand disappeared in an instant, and he was stunned in place.

"Don't have a next time." Ning Wushuang's cold voice came, and he saw Zhang Dahu's clothes shattered in the next moment.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Dahu's face changed wildly, and he no longer dared to despise Ning Wushuang, but instead raised an inexplicable worship for him.

"Get out of here, I occupy this house, and no one is allowed to enter without my permission." Ning Wushuang looked at Zhang Dahu coldly.

Zhang Dahu hurriedly agreed, hurriedly left the room, and closed the door at the same time.

Ning Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and he didn't remember to lay down the Spirit Transformation Sword Array, but put the Qingmang Sword aside, and sat on the bed alone and meditated cross-legged.

And after Zhang Dahu left the room, he didn't leave, he always felt that Ning Wushuang was hiding some secrets, so he decided to come back and take a sneak look, if Ning Wushuang really hid any secrets, he immediately went to report to the sect master, maybe he could get some rewards.

At this time, Zhang Dahu stared at Ning Wushuang inside through the window, but only found that Ning Wushuang was sitting cross-legged on the bed and did not have any abnormality.

Confused, he decided to observe for a while.

But he observed for a full afternoon, and Ning Wushuang was just sitting cross-legged on the bed, and there was nothing abnormal.

He was extremely unwilling in his heart, so he was patient and continued to observe.

Zhang Dahu observed this observation outside the window for three days.

But Ning Wushuang has only sat cross-legged in the past three days, without any movement.

Gradually, he gave up, and with a weak body, he turned and left.

But at the moment of turning around, he was still unwilling, and secretly turned around again and took a look.

And the moment he looked at Ning Wushuang, he was shocked, only to find that Ning Wushuang's face turned pale and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Ning Wushuang gradually look tired, Zhang Dahu was shocked, as if he had discovered something, and immediately left happily.

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