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"Xiao Ao, be careful!"

At the same time as he drank, Ning Yue also took out his sword. Net.Δ's previous battles were all according to the plan, but it was not easy to gain the immediate advantage, and he didn't want to lose this advantage that he had so hard to get in a blink of an eye.

At the same moment, the man who was called Prince Modo by Xiao Ao also moved, and his right fist burst out, and he didn't even use a blade, but only used his flesh and blood body to meet the stabbing blade. Moreover, it is still Ning Yue's dark Xuan ancient sword.

According to the information obtained in advance, this person is indeed His Royal Highness the Prince of the Kingdom of Sha, the first heir to the throne. It is said that the succession to the throne in Sha is not the priority of the eldest son of the line, but the equal opportunity of every prince, and who can ascend the throne in the end depends on the accumulation of their military exploits, and the most powerful are eligible to ascend the throne.

If there is no war, the princes will be judged according to the traditional hunting tournament twice a year in the country of Shaya, and they will hunt and kill fierce monsters without the help of others or even any blades, so as to rank them.

Even, any warrior in the Shasha Kingdom can challenge a prince of the same age. If they win, they will be able to gain wealth and power. Lost, life and death will be decided by the winning prince. Of course, if the prince loses, it is impossible to let the challenger decide life and death, but as long as he loses once, he will lose the right to inherit, and no matter how hard he tries in the future, he will not have a chance to win the throne.

In other words, the person who can become the king of the country must be one of the strongest people in the entire country, and their faith is only strong and strong. For the prince who can become the first in line to the throne, this title is a demonstration of his strength.

For Ning Yue, who knew this information in advance, what he saw at this moment was Mo Duo's Dark Xuan Ancient Sword attacking him with his bare hands, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. The melee martial arts and body refining methods of the Sha Hao Kingdom should definitely not be underestimated.

That person dared to do this not because of his support, but because he really had that strength.

With a flash of thought in his heart, Ning Yue changed his stab to a slash, and the collision that met him head-on, the opponent lengthened with strength, and it was obviously not enough to deal with it only by relying on the stabbing momentum of the tip of the sword.

In the next moment, Modo's bombardment fist wind surged, and the red light of the dark Xuan ancient sword flickered, and a pool of blood slashed horizontally.

At the same time, Xiao Ao and the other person's tricks also unfolded, and under the violent blade of the purple lightning, the hungry tiger with gathered strength roared in the power of the powerful fist.

At this moment, Lin Mo subconsciously turned around, intending to step into one of the battle groups and help. However, the twin swords were raised, and the surging wind in front of her was like layers of stormy waves, and the surging force lifted her petite body back and retreated quickly.

Boom!

A loud roar in the desert was not a violent roar, but several explosions superimposed on top of each other, constantly expanding and roaring. The wind and sand rose from the sky, and the sky and the earth were gray, and it was difficult to see the figures.

"Not good."

Gritting his teeth, Lin Mo stepped on his feet and forcibly stabilized his body, but he still couldn't move forward, and all he could see was the whistling wind and sand, and it was even a little difficult to keep his eyes open. Instead, she closed her eyes and listened entirely to the sound that came into her ears, discerning the sound she longed for under the howling wind.

The raging wind and sand rolled, Ning Yue's figure retreated with a blow, he only felt that the incomparable sharp Dark Xuan Ancient Sword seemed to hit a layer of defense that could not be broken through, not hard and unstoppable, but like surging waves, every time the sword blade cut into it, the consumption of strength would continue to double, and before it had completely broken through, the strength had been exhausted. Immediately after, his moves will be swallowed by the opponent's power.

Knowing in his heart that he was powerful, he would definitely not rush into a hard fight, but on the way to retreat, he suddenly heard a sound hidden in the wind and sand, which was the sound of breaking the air fist wind through the air current.

It's right next to you!

Without thinking about anything else, he pulled out the strange slashing knife behind his back with his left palm, and slashed back, and the dark red blade was instantly blocked.

Ping!

In the next moment, the attack was shot down, and there was an arc of cold and sharp in the fierce force, Ning Yue glanced at it, only to see that it was a short axe, and most of the body of the attacker was hidden behind the wind and sand, but there was no need to see it clearly, just because the silhouette of the figure was strong and tall, it was impossible to have a second answer.

Moreover, there are only two remaining opponents in the country at present.

Although the sharp axe attack was blocked, but the impact force that caught Ning Yue's power to breed the gap between the movements, he could not resolve it instantly, and the retreating figure suddenly stagnated, deviated to the side in trembling, and landed hastily after shaking a few times.

At the same moment, Mo Duo, who was chasing after him in front of him, punched again, and his strong force tore through the wind and sand, and a fist print with pale translucent ripples broke through the air.

In an instant, Ning Yue's eyes changed slightly, his feet rose with a twist, his body flipped in mid-air, his left sword and right sword slashed, and he slashed sideways on the side of the attacking fist mark in front of him.

At the moment of the collision, the majestic force shook and pushed his figure higher into the air.

"Hmph, kill yourself."

Below, the strong man who broke through the wind and sand rushed to make it, and threw the short axe in his hand with a flick of his cross arm. Then, with a touch of his fists, he jumped up and jumped in the air, stretched out his arms and grabbed Ning Yue's feet directly.

Both of them were only in the Spirit Awakening Realm, not the Wind Riding Realm, and they couldn't maintain their bodies in mid-air. Even if it is riding the wind, it can only use the air flow to move forward against the wind, rather than really taking off. Therefore, in the eyes of this strong man, he must be able to hold Ning Yue's legs and pull down.

After that, the final attack is handed over to Modo.

Bite!

With a slash, Ning Yue quickly opened the flying short axe, and at the same time, he saw the strong body of the other party, and suddenly frowned, there was no other way, his right wrist twisted, and the dark Xuan ancient sword was held upside down in his palm, and he nailed it downward.

Unexpectedly, the sword stabbed off!

Just when he thought he would be able to hit the other party's shoulder, the strong man's body suddenly trembled and sank, and he actually fell first.

At the same time, in the wind and sand, a roar pierced through the whistling wind and resounded across the battlefield.

"Hey, you're up against me!"

But I saw two chains diagonally through the air, each wrapped around and locked on the strong man's legs, and the little arrogant man below smiled fiercely, both grasped the chains that grew in the flesh and blood of his arms, and pulled them hard, pulling the other party from the air!

"Didn't you solve it?"

Not far away, Mo Duo's face showed a hint of gloom, but he didn't stop his movements because of this, jumped forward, and punched out. Even without the assistance of his companion, his attack on Ning Yue would continue.

For the people of the Sasha country, once the hunt begins, it must be until the prey stops calling, otherwise, it is impossible for any reason or change to stop their movements. Unless, self-burial.

Sou!

In the midst of the lightning and fire, a flying cold light suddenly passed through the side of Ning Yue's falling figure, and before he was about to change his move, he took the lead in hitting Modo in front of him. However, it may be that it is too far away and there is wind and sand to obstruct it, so it is inconvenient to aim, this cold light only pierced Modo's shoulder, and was blocked by the mysterious power of his body, and it was deflected to one side, and the edge cut a bloody mark on the side of his shoulder.

But even so, the opponent's movements were a little sluggish, and with this gap, Ning Yue stepped on the ground, and with the help of the power of the shock transmitted back from the earth, he stepped forward and raised his hand to slash, and the strange chopping knife whistled out, and a round of dark red cold slashed towards Modo.

At the same time, the five fingers of his left palm spread out and changed, and a ball of flame suddenly jumped out, the heat increased wildly, and the color of the flame gradually deepened.

Clang!

With a horizontal punch, the strange slash knife flew away, and Modo took another big step, twisting his left hand to punch, just as powerful.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Ning Yue took a step back, and with the help of the distance he pulled, he stroked the scorching flame with his left hand and raised the blade of the sword, and soon, the lingering light flame completely filled the dark ancient sword. The scorching heat of the rage and the sharpness of the blade of the sword are all in one.

Flame Punishment Sword Cut!

The sword is out, and the fire is roaring!

Rumble!

The surging heat wave, the more violent whirling wind, the turbulent waves, the wind and sand that had just stirred up were finally torn apart. At the same moment, a flying figure disappeared into the tearing cover, and a cold light stabbed at it.

Ping! Laugh at!

Tick.

Blood dripped into the desert, and the dark red blood stains quickly melted into the yellow sand, and the trail disappeared.

On the desert, two, to be precise, three figures stared at each other, each with solemn eyes.

At this moment, the robe on the upper body of the strong man is already a ragged, and the surface of the exposed skin is full of scars, which makes people feel shocking when they look at it. Even, there are a few that directly cross on his left chest, which can almost be fatal. But he can still stand here today.

On top of his right arm, a fresh wound was oozing blood, a sword mark.

His face was slightly distorted, not in pain, but because it was a girl who had injured him, a girl who looked extra petite before his strong body.

Lin Mo seemed to be a little afraid of his gaze, turned his head to look to the side, looked at Xiao Ao who lowered his arms, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Xiao Ao gasped, threw up the double chain and twisted it, wrapping it around his arm, and then smiled bitterly and replied, "Don't worry, you can't die." Just now, the reaction was a little slower, and if I lost his move, the sword was knocked away. However, I will soon recover that debt. ”

"You can't win him alone. At least, you can't do it now. I'm here to help you. ”

Lin Mo thought softly, and the only remaining short sword was pointed at the strong man in front of him, always on alert.

Rarely, Xiao Ao did not refuse, but nodded slightly in agreement.

Seeing this, the strong man grinned and snorted, "Let's go together?" It's better that you can't meddle in Prince Modo's battle, in that case, he and I will be satisfied with it. ”

On the other side, Modo towered over the desert, his left arm sleeve hanging down in half, not torn apart, but burned to ashes, a little charred black still floating in the wind.

He was laughing, not proudly and proudly, but with an irrepressible excitement, and his wide eyes locked on Ning Yue in front of him.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Ning Yue sighed secretly in his heart at the same time, the opponent in front of him was still stronger than Gongsun Bian. If it weren't for the fact that he had just broken through to the sixfold spirit awakening realm, he might have lost in the confrontation just now.

"It's really a new competition, and every time you enter a round, your opponents are more tricky. At the same time, it doesn't disappoint at all. ”

With the five fingers of his right hand clenched, the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword was raised, and in the left palm that he slowly held together, another force was also condensing.

Feeling the churning battle intent on Ning Yue's body, Mo Duo nodded and shouted: "That sword just now is a trick that Marshal Xi is good at, and the Yan Punishment Sword Cut, right?" When I came, I heard a little rumor that you were a disciple of the Marshal of the West of the Snow Dragon Empire. Now it seems that the rumors are true. That sword, I saw when I was a child, he was on the wall of the capital of my country, and he killed the marshal of our army at that time with this move. I'll never forget it. Sooner or later, I will challenge him to regain the honor of the former Shasha country. Until then, I'll defeat you and sacrifice my long-awaited battle! ”