Ye Xingjin, the fourth prince, looked at Ning Xuantian, whose eyes were as calm as a mirror, and suddenly felt irritable in his heart, as if his faint and slightly contemptuous gaze could see through himself, as if he was naked in front of this person's eyes without clothes.

In this person's eyes, his disdain and arrogance seem particularly ugly, like an uneducated and pitiful bedbug, and this feeling makes him very uncomfortable and angry! Born in the family of a second-class emperor, he has always been high, only he treats others as dogs, and no one has ever been able to give him such a feeling.

Why?

He really wanted to find out what the reason was, but when he saw those calm eyes again, without a trace of waves, he couldn't control himself anymore, and there was only one voice left in his heart: Since you are going to die, I will accept you!

With this voice, the golden double hammer of the fourth prince Ye Xingjin had appeared in his hand at some point, at this moment, he had forgotten the people and things around him, and there was only one dead person in his eyes, which was Ning Xuantian!

Without the slightest warning, his twin hammers pounced on Ning Xuantian with the momentum of wind and thunder, but at that moment, he suddenly calmed down. Why was this monk who was supposed to be uneasy or even frightened in front of him, why was he so calm, he couldn't understand it, and he suddenly felt a little bit in his heart whether he was wrong to make a move this time, and he even had a trace of uneasiness in an instant. But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, Ning Xuantian's black iron rod had already arrived first.

With a loud bang, the short black death with a long black shadow stabbed fiercely on his right hammer, the fourth prince Ye Xingjin only felt that a huge force was violently transmitted from the hammer to his right arm, he felt that he was going to be unable to hold the hammer, he was secretly shocked in his heart, who is this person, the power will be so great! But he didn't have time to think about it, his left hand quickly withdrew the left hammer and withstood the sinking right hammer.

"Dang", another sound, but this sound is a little crisp.

Another huge force was transmitted to his left hand, and the fourth prince Ye Xingjin could no longer bear it, his left hammer was vertically supported on the ground, and his feet were bent, as if he was saluting Ning Xuantian.

This posture made him very humiliated! However, as his eyes came, his humiliation was instantly covered with fear, and he found that his right hammer was actually pierced into a deep groove by the black iron rod, and the left hammer had become a golden cauldron that could be stir-fried because of the impact of the right hammer!

"Wow", the fourth prince Ye Xingjin's heart was tumbling, and a mouthful of blood spit on the hammer in his right hand, dripping little by little along the stick ditch.

One stick, one stick beat a monk who had built a foundation until he vomited blood.

Every drop of scarlet blood landed without a sound, but it fell fiercely into everyone's hearts.

Qin Yihan was jealous in his heart, Ning Xuantian's progress was too fast! It had only been more than five months, he had fought with Ning Xuantian, and he had also carefully watched the fourth prince Ye Xingjin's move, if he was asked to deal with the fourth prince, he knew that he would not be able to be as neat as Ning Xuantian, and it was impossible for him to defeat the fourth prince Ye Xingjin with one move.

No one would have thought that a cultivator of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation would be able to fight against a monk of the first layer of foundation building, and those students who had cultivated to the second layer of foundation building or above also looked at Ning Xuantian with solemn eyes, and found that Ning Xuantian did not hide his cultivation, and it was indeed the middle stage of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation.

Ning Xuantian's eyes were still calm, but his heart was stirring up a monstrous wave! He couldn't imagine that the Black Death, which had only refined the Nine Layers of Prohibition, would be so powerful!

Two students from Ling Qingguo's Four-Star Academy came up and protected the Fourth Prince, Ye Xingjin, and dropped a storage bag.

Ning Xuantian still didn't say anything, he stood there calmly, he was waiting, he knew that it was not yet time for the end.

Sure enough, one of Ling Qingguo's students, who was also on the first floor of the foundation, came up, walked up to him, and raised a single sword. The blade of the knife is very thick, and long and wide, Ning Xuantian knows that this knife must also be very heavy, this young man who is a little fat and a little black, he must have excellent arm strength if he thinks about it.

Without speaking, Ning Xuantian could feel his determination.

His face was a little gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Ning Xuantian. Obviously, he was not sure about Ning Xuantian, but he still wanted to give it a try. Ning Xuantian's stick just now had too much impact on him, and he didn't want to leave a shadow in his heart.

This will hinder his future cultivation, and it is one thing to be defeated, but at least he knows how far the strength of the person in front of him has reached that stage, and how far he is from him.

"Ling Qingguo, Zeng Zijie. ”

He tries to say his name as smoothly as possible, which is a sign of respect for himself and the other person.

"Violet Country, Ning Xuantian. ”

Ning Xuantian also solemnly said his name, and Ning Xuantian has always been very respectful of courageous people.

When Zeng Zijie swung out the long knife, Ning Xuantian also showed no mercy, and the nine styles of the vertical sword swayed out, and the strong and domineering nine styles of the vertical sword were danced by Ning Xuantian with black death.

Xiao is Zeng Zijie's arm strength is outstanding, and he still has a hard time, after dozens of moves, his palms have been shocked by Ning Xuantian's dark death!

He gritted his teeth and struggled to support himself, and a trace of decisive madness began to appear in his red eyes.

However, at this time, Ning Xuantian suddenly stopped, Zeng Zijie was stunned, and his mind suddenly sobered up, he couldn't imagine that he was a little crazy just now, he looked at Ning Xuantian, there was more gratitude in his eyes, and he arched his hand to Ning Xuantian and said, "Thank you, please ask for advice in the future!"

Ning Xuantian also arched his hand and said, "Agreed." ”

As soon as Zeng Zijie retreated, a person suddenly flew out of the air among Ling Qingguo's students, and slapped Ning Xuantian on the head, Ning Xuantian's soul sense was already strong, not to mention that he had been paying attention to the movements around him.

For this kind of sneak attack, Ning Xuantian hated it very much, so he showed no mercy at all, and went all out to strike in the air!

"Toot!" There was a metallic thud, and a silver mace flew like an arrow towards the forbidden edge of the flying magic weapon, sliding down silently, not even moving.

And the student who sneaked up on him flew back into the crowd as if he hadn't appeared, but it didn't fall among the students of Ling Qingguo, but among the students of the farther Roman Kingdom, and the students of the Roman Kingdom reacted extremely quickly, avoiding the plague and vacating a place, the student fell and his head was bleeding, and his face was covered with black blue, so he was not embarrassed.

This was really a bit of a slap in the face, and the students on Ling Qingguo's side also felt hot on their faces.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air, and the smell began to become stronger. If there was still a battle of will in the first few games, it seems to be a matter of face now.

Ling Qingguo still came out of the foundation layer, but his aura was obviously much stronger than the previous ones. didn't say too much to Ning Xuantian, as soon as he made a move, he was the strongest move, although Ning Xuantian had a clear advantage in the black death, but in the contest between True Qi and True Yuan, he was a step behind.

The consumption of true qi is much faster than the consumption of true yuan, on the surface, it is Ning Xuantian who is pressing the other party to fight, but only Ning Xuantian knows his own business, because only by fighting quickly can he win time.

Ning Xuantian resolutely fought and received two palms on his body, but the other party paid the price of breaking his right foot.

Ning Xuantian quickly swallowed dozens of top-grade Pei Yuan Pills, recovering his true qi while keeping the blood qi in his whole body boiling.

Ning Xuantian, who was burning in his body, looked a little crazy, but it was extremely shocking, some students thought that Ning Xuantian had swallowed the violent pill that made people cultivate for the time being, and secretly applauded in their hearts for this person's rock-solid spirit, but they had to sigh for it, after all, the violent pill could only be brave for a while, and later the cultivation would regress.

Fang Jining wanted to call Ning Xuantian down several times, but he knew that once he stood up, he would not fall down easily, let alone retreat. Watching Ning Xuantian swallow the pill, even Fu Wanli's face turned a little pale, and the original excitement unconsciously turned into worry.

Ning Xuantian smiled at Fang Jining, as if to say to her, don't worry, but his red face made Fang Jining even more worried and uneasy.

Some of Ling Qingguo's students began to get excited, and they were very happy about Ning Xuantian's practice of the end of the crossbow, because this meant that victory was coming, and the students who Ling Qingguo fought were still on the first floor of the foundation, and the second or even third layer of the foundation had not yet come out.

Yes, Ling Qingguo is still fighting on the first layer of foundation.

The more Ning Xuantian played, the more he was in a state of madness, the boiling blood qi in his body was running wildly, and only when he squandered all the surging true qi in his body did he feel more comfortable all over his body, so the students who came up later, he was too lazy to speak, as soon as he came up, he raised his stick and beat it, and he did it with all his might.

One

Two

Three

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Until the eleventh,

The battle was getting longer and longer, and there were more and more injuries, but Ning Xuantian was getting more and more excited, and he obviously felt that his cultivation was rising little by little.

Passive cultivation has always made him feel that cultivation is an annoying thing, but in the current battle, he understands that cultivation can be so happy! If it weren't for the flying magic weapon, so many people watching, he really wanted to drop ten thousand spirit stones, arrange a spirit gathering array, and fight while absorbing spiritual energy.

Ling Qingguo's excited student's face became darker and darker, and no one could have imagined that Ning Xuantian would actually benefit from this situation.