The rain became heavier and heavier, making the flickering lights even more misty.

There were gunshots in my ears, and screams mixed with them, which became more and more high-pitched.

But all of this did not make the Lancet team members divert their attention, because in front of them, there were two fierce battles unfolding, but Xu Xingxing knew the priority of the matter, although he also wanted to stay and witness the battle of the strong in front of him, and he didn't want to be absent.

"Sweep away the remaining enemies, just rely on the sub-king, they can't deal with the special forces of the academy, Changfeng, Qianghu, attack in three ways, don't leave them any chance."

The two glanced at each other, and both nodded yes, but they just looked at the four people in the field, and reluctantly left, but two of them were lucky to stay, which can be regarded as the protection of Ning Caichen and Qian Qingshan, and they have not interfered for the time being, and of course those students who escaped are not allowed to interfere.

Qian Qingshan and Larry, it was a bloody battle, almost a knife to blood, you slashed me, I returned you, not long after, the two of them were already scarred, blood stained their clothes, rain was blowing, and all the drips were blood.

Max and Ning Caichen, but they are more dignified, their battle, but slow and solemn, after a move, the two looked at each other and stood, then moved, and then looked at each other, although it seemed simple, the war spirit that emanated, but even more intense, Max was cautious, feeling that this young man from the east was quite powerful.

Ning Caichen didn't dare to have the slightest slackness, a pair of cold eyes, staring at the old man in front of him, although old but spicy, although it was only a few tricks, he also knew that in this old man's body, there was a mysterious and powerful power, this kind of power he had never seen before, or the same as the spiritual power of the East, they came from the West.

In the eyes of Westerners, the East seems to be very mysterious, and in the eyes of Easterners, there are many unknown things in the West, Max in front of him is by no means as simple as the identity of the principal of a special forces academy, his strength is not trained the day after tomorrow, but it is a pity that at this moment, Ning Caichen has no way out.

Tonight, either you die or I die.

"Poof", there was a sound of Qian Qingshan's vomiting blood in his ears, and a blood-piercing team member saw this, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but move, but was stopped by another person, did not speak, just shook his head gently, at this moment, Qian Qingshan has a kind of glory, if they intervene, this glory will disappear.

Reflecting the light, Larry's dark face exuded a hideous sneer, and the long knife in his hand was slowly raised, and the blade was washed by the rain, slid down, and disappeared.

Then, he rushed over, like a tiger and a wolf, and the ruthlessness and spicinessness of the Middle Easterners from the soul were vividly expressed.

Qian Qingshan stood there, his whole person was shrouded in rain and mist, he couldn't see his face clearly, facing Larry's killing, he was quiet, just the saber in his hand, holding it tightly, as if waiting for something.

Closer, closer, the knife waved, splitting the rain curtain, at this moment, the expression on Qian Qingshan's face, under the reflection of a ray of light, appeared, it was like a killing god-like coldness, there was a kind of disdain sneer, indifferent, silent, the knife up, the knife fell, blood splashed, everything was still again.

There was only the sound of rain in his ears, Larry stood there, the knife was still in his hand, his eyes were open, and the intense anger and hostility were surging like waves from his eyes, but unfortunately, he finally didn't hold back, burst out a mouthful of blood, and then with unwillingness, his body fell, "plopped", and fell to the ground, the rain was mixed with blood, and slowly flowed out, and soon, it turned into a stream of blood.

Larry died, but his eyes were wide open, and he was unwilling to die.

Qian Qingshan's body staggered, but he did not fall, looking at Larry who fell to the ground, he raised the knife, and howled: "Ah-" The sound shook nine days, resounding in the sky, this roar, but it was also venting, the hatred in his heart, with this knife, it was vented as much as possible, he completed the grievances of Chengliangguo, and there was no longer any shock.

Larry's death touched Max a lot, those eyes that had no trace of emotion, but they seemed more and more cold, thin arms like withered branches, with the shadow of smart death, facing Ning Caichen's face, one move was more ruthless than the other, every move, every grab, there was a "click" sound, it seemed that even the air was crushed by a crush.

The arm was injured, and the shirt was torn bloodied, but Ning Caichen's heart became more and more calm, the strength of the old man in front of him made him a little surprised, it was both a challenge and a kind of training, and his aura, with the injury of his arm, became more powerful.

His eyes were as indifferent as water, letting the blood from the scars on his hands slowly slip down, at this moment, Ning Caichen seemed to have returned to nine hundred years ago, thinking of that colorful rainy night, thinking of Xiaoqian in his arms, slowly turning into dust.

A kind of hatred, a kind of anger, a kind of intense and violent mood, is slowly reviving.

Spiritual power is improved, and then promoted, like the confluence of thousands of streams, and finally becomes an ocean, as the clenched fist of his hand slowly loosens, he has a familiar feeling in his heart, at this moment, he is the real Ning Caichen, at this moment, he finally recovered everything, including strength.

Although Max on the other side did not move, but his heart was violently shocked, he didn't know what was happening, but the young man in the East in front of him was fighting against him, and he could also improve himself, and the aura of that mysterious power flowed, which made people feel a kind of terrifying power.

He didn't dare to wait any longer, his body burst out with his true surname, and rushed towards Ning Caichen, he was the number one master in the Middle East, how could he be afraid of a small young man in the East, impossible, absolutely impossible.

The face was raised, reflecting the light, exuding a thick smile, Ning Caichen at this moment was absolutely different, there was a kind of elegant breath in the indifference, even the two guarding blood stabbing team members were slightly surprised, they felt that the captain seemed to be a little different.

"Max, I want to thank you for helping me improve, but unfortunately, I can't let you go."

Ning Caichen moved, but this move, Max was frightened and shouted: "No, it's impossible-"

Don't talk about him, even Ning Caichen felt quite surprised, he was actually at this moment, completely fused the power of his previous life, and countless exercises in his mind surged instantly, he felt that the whole person was relaxed, and with the fusion of power, there was also his invisible and violent aura.

This is killing intent, killing intent together, blood spattered five steps.

As a spiritual Taoist, to deal with that kind of yin spirit and ghostly people, he will never show mercy, violent killing, can kill to stop killing, the master once said, kill one person to save a hundred people, then kill.

For the sake of the blood stabbing training camp, the people in front of you must be killed.

Max must not be an ordinary person, he quickly calmed down and said: "I really underestimated you, there are many mysterious powers in the East, I really want to see how powerful this will be today." ”

Saying that, the old guy Max also changed a little, a smell of blood came from his body, the thin arms, fingers, turned thinner, sharper, fingers turned into knives, knife gas, fishy gas, fused into one, if Qinglong is here, he must recognize it at a glance, this is one of the most powerful exercises in the Western world - thousand-year zombification skill**.

But Ning Caichen didn't know it, he just snorted coldly and said: "The law of demons, all kinds of harms, I thought you were an upright master, but it turned out to be a ghost harm, in front of my spiritual Taoist, Hugh is arrogant." ”

"Infinite Divine Armor!" The strength was restored, the infinite law was greatly transformed, and his mind was easy to move, the sky and the earth seemed to have been controlled by him, and with a light snort, a cold light flashed, and the air and rain and mist turned from virtual to solid, and even formed a shield, wrapping Ning Caichen's entire body, and the next moment, rushed towards Max.

There was no move, just turned into a knife in the shape of his body, and after a knife attack, he made two "snaps" sounds, Max's two ghost-like arms had been cut off, and blood flowed out, but it was a green juice, which made people frightened when they looked at it, Max's deep-set eyes became crimson, and he roared, and the whole person rushed over without dying, as if he wanted to die with Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen was unhurried, indifferent as blood.

With his arms outstretched, he shouted: "Infinite Spirit Sword!" ”

The rain and mist and air that were wrapped around just now turned from ash to light, forming a five-way sword body, floating above Ning Caichen's head, this is the most powerful and domineering spiritual body qi sword in Lingshan, even if it takes decades for ordinary Lingshan Daoists, it may not be able to be practiced, but Ning Caichen has used just five years to cultivate this spiritual sword to the realm of five swords flying together.

As soon as the sword qi came out, Max's face had changed greatly, and the figure of the forward pounce had no possibility of avoiding it at all, and the five sword qi were all solid and penetrating through the body, and there was a "whoop-" five sounds in his ears, and the sword qi disappeared, and the figure that rushed out was hit by the sword qi, and was swept away, rushing out of ten meters away.

After landing, a few backwards, the figure actually stood in the rain curtain, and it did not fall.

"Such a powerful sword, the magical power of the East, it really lives up to its name, boy, you will regret killing me."

I have to say that the origin of this Max is quite mysterious and quite powerful, but for Ning Caichen, there is no regret or regret, kill it, but this old guy was hit by the five sword intents, and he still stands, which really surprised Ning Caichen.

Only then did he think that Max had changed, his face turned purple, and he seemed to be enduring something, but he finally couldn't hold back, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then there was a "click" sound from his body, and several blood marks appeared on his chest, and blood shot out in a volley like arrows.

The bleeding did not stop, but the body had been torn apart by a powerful force, and after a few "snaps", the body that was still standing in the rain just now had turned into a blood clot, and Max not only died, but even his body was shattered by the powerful sword qi.

At this point, Ning Caichen breathed a sigh of relief, the incomparable spirit sword qi, it was really so sharp, Max didn't have anything to do just now, he still thought that the spirit sword qi would lose its power after nine hundred years?