Zhen Yinjian and Wang Ning have been fighting for two hundred rounds, and during this period, the balance of the battle has gradually tilted towards Zhen Yinjian's side.

Although he was already bleeding from the corners of his eyes, his face was covered with blood, and blood was faintly oozing from the wound on his lower back, but in such a fierce battle, he had slowly become accustomed to the rhythm of the battle, and the iron fist was swinging faster and faster, and he had reached the verge of breaking and standing up.

On the other hand, Wang Ning's initial feeling of "sharpness" has faded with the continuous battle, although the "Bleeding Blade" is extremely sharp, it is difficult to cut Zhen Yinjian's body, and Zhen Yinjian's body took two steps back after several exchanges, faintly falling behind.

Wang Ning's cultivation is the "way of assassination", and the emphasis is on missing a blow and escaping thousands of miles. He is often at the peak of his opponent's first encounter. Now that the battle has been fought for one or two hundred rounds, the original sharpness of the "Way of Assassination" has disappeared, and the battle has been fruitless for a long time, so it stands to reason that it should be time to give up, but Wang Ning can't retreat.

It's not just because he fought today, it's to protect the face of the younger generation of the Taiyuan royal family. What's more, because today's battle is Chunfeng Pavilion's "challenge to seize the throne", he can't give up.

If he gives up, it will be equivalent to giving up the honor he has worked hard for many years in the "Spring Breeze Pavilion", losing his leading position, and losing the attention of the top management of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion", which Wang Ning will never tolerate.

"Good boy, I underestimated you. It's rare to fight to this extent today, but this is the end of it, give me death!" As soon as the words fell, Wang Ning's eyes bloomed with blood, and a blood-colored old man several feet in size suddenly appeared behind him.

The blood-colored old man was dressed in a black robe, holding a bone staff, wearing a blood-colored crown of thorns, and his eyes were full of emptiness. As soon as he appeared, it immediately caused the wind and clouds outside the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" to change color, the sky was dark and windy, and the people who were blown by the cloudy wind were like piercing pain. The black robe of the blood-colored old man was particularly eye-catching in the dark, and there was a sense of majestic fear that pressed on Zhen Yinjian's body little by little.

"True Monarch Law Phase-Ancient Monarch is coming!" With a loud shout, Wang Ning's eyes became more and more bloody, and the blood-colored old man's illusory and empty eyes behind him also bloomed with terrifying blood, and the coercion exerted on Zhen Yinjian's body suddenly doubled.

And Zhen Yinjian's body seemed to be under a great burden at this time, and little by little, little by little, little by little.

"Zhen boy, you still want to fight with me, it's too tender! Today, Lao Tzu will send you to the West Heaven and complain to the Buddha of the West Heaven about your recklessness!" The breath of the blood-eyed Wang Ning at this moment was synchronized with the blood-colored old man behind him, and it became cold and terrifying, and the next moment his right hand was raised, and the right hand of the blood-colored old man holding the bone staff behind him also raised, and suddenly smashed towards the top of Zhen Yinjian's head.

The bone staff in the hand of the blood-colored old man didn't know what kind of material it was, but although he didn't see how fast the speed was, there were countless wailing and distorted human faces floating in the phantoms, and the power of the staff was twice as powerful as just now. Before the bone staff was dropped, the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves became restless, and the stirring wind and clouds changed color. Around Zhen Yinjian, a cloud of black flames suddenly rose up, enveloping him and blocking the path of Zhen Yinjian's retreat.

Such a mighty, such a terrifying attack was about to fall on Zhen Yinjian's head, but it caused everyone in the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" to sigh.

"It's finally here, and it's finally time to force out the fourth child's ability to press the bottom of the box!" the strong man in the tower slapped his hands and laughed.

"Mmmmmm, this little ghost also has some skills, and he can force the fourth brother to this point, but unfortunately he is defeated after all. Being able to defeat under the rod of the fourth brother's 'Ancient King' can be regarded as a benefit for his kid. The pock-faced monk touched his chin and said.

"That's nature, the law is attacking, this is a means that only True Spirit Realm monks can have, relying on the secret method of my 'Spring Breeze Pavilion', True Monarch Realm monks can learn it. Although it is not the complete state of the Fa Xiang attack, suppressing a little ghost who has just entered the True Monarch Realm will naturally be caught!" said another middle-aged man who had befriended the pock-faced monk.

The three of them looked at each other and burst out laughing. The three of them have a close relationship with Wang Ning, and they are naturally very happy to see Wang Ning's might.

Looking at the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" again, in the face of Wang Ning's Jedi counterattack, Zhen Yinjian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and laughed loudly:

"So that's all you rely on? stupid!" As soon as the words fell, Zhen Yinjian's mana exploded, extinguishing all the black flames, his eyes flashed purple, and his right hand suddenly blasted towards the blood-colored old man's phantom that smashed at him with a monstrous and powerful staff.

"Qilin Town Mountain Claw!"

This right hand looked just ordinary at first, but in a moment, I saw that it was wrapped in a cloud of pitch-black scale armor, and the pitch-black scale armor spread down from Zhen Yinjian's shoulder, covering his right arm. Then the phantom of the right arm swelled again, turning into a three-toed beast limb that was a long one, and slammed into the blood-colored old man's bone staff.

"It's ...... What?"

Between the elbows and armpits, before Wang Ning could figure out what means Zhen Yinjian had used to make his right hand so terrifying, he felt a powerful coercion far beyond his true monarch's law, and his heart swayed in shock, and he couldn't urge it.

At the same time, the beast limbs that Zhen Yinjian's right arm turned into were just lifted towards the sky, and the bone staff of the blood-colored old man behind him was instantly shortened into two, and a purple mang-like light cut the blood-colored old man in half. At the same moment, Wang Ning spurted out a mouthful of blood and was knocked back on his back. A hideous scar spread from his right shoulder to his left waist, and blood rained down on the sky.

Thundered......

This is not the end, Wang Ning's body retreated uncontrollably, directly blasting a stone door in front of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion", and his body fell into the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" like an arrow from the string, and then the sound of an earthquake and a mountain shaking sounded.

"Thief Ann Dare!"

The next moment, dozens of figures appeared outside the Spring Breeze Pavilion and stood in front of Zhen Yinjian. These people all had angry expressions, and blood welled up on their necks.

These people are dressed noblely, all of them are surging, extremely powerful, many of them are above Wang Ning's strength, and there are even a few people, just standing there, the breath exuded by their bodies is like wolf smoke in the sky, making people feel that they can't see and dare not check.

Zhen Yinjian withdrew his right arm, and his heart sank slightly. He knew that the real masters of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" had appeared!

"It's a great shame, it's a great shame! No one has ever been so offended in the 100 years since I 'Chunfeng Pavilion'! I actually broke the door of the pavilion and harmed the main pavilion. You...... You're just daring!"

A middle-aged monk stood up, he rebuked Zhen Yinjian bitterly, and beat his chest while stomping his feet, looking at it, he was obviously angry.

As soon as his voice fell, the other "Spring Breeze Pavilion" monks present immediately became even more angry, and many of them couldn't hold back their mana and rolled over, and they wanted to make a move against Zhen Yinjian.

"Spring Breeze Pavilion", this "ten" force is not an organization linked by blood, which is different from the Hejia and Taiyuan Wang family, one of the "ten branches". In fact, it is a force with honor as its core hub. Becoming a pavilion priest of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" means that the monk will enjoy more resources, more rare and difficult exercises to obtain, and even exchange experiences, which is self-explanatory.

More importantly, he will be closely associated with the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" from then on. Because the three words "Spring Breeze Pavilion" represent the most talented and powerful group of people of the young generation of Donghua Yu. Just spitting out the three words "Spring Breeze Pavilion" will make others afraid and make peers look forward to it.

This kind of honor cannot be attained by any of the "Ten Branches".

Therefore, when the honor of these "Spring Breeze Pavilion" pavilion members is closely connected with it, once the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" is offended in the slightest, it will inevitably attract a crazy attack like a wasp.

And Zhen Yinjian's move of breaking through the gate of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" obviously offended all the monks present!

"What if a stone door is broken?" Zhen Yinjian straightened his body and glanced at the other monks present, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, but there was an aura that although tens of millions of people were gone.

"You...... You simply don't know whether you live or die, everyone, ......" The middle-aged monk saw Zhen Yinjian so arrogant, he was so angry that he almost jumped to his feet, and when he was about to have a seizure, he saw a burst of applause behind him, and suddenly looked back, but he exclaimed.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

......

The eyes of the other monks of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" were fanatical, and they greeted the owner of the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" like a tsunami, the creator of this miracle strength.

"It's good that young people have strength, potential, and courage!" Although the person has not yet arrived, his voice has already arrived.

The figure named "Pavilion Master" finally appeared in front of Zhen Yinjian, this person was green and green, with eyebrows and eyes, and a tall figure, although he was only seven feet, he stood out from the crowd among a group of fierce men.

He had a smile on his face, and there was no trace of mana fluctuations on his body, as if he was a mortal. However, Zhen Yinjian knew that it was impossible for mortals to create such a powerful force as the "Spring Breeze Pavilion". This person's cultivation is afraid that he has reached the peak level, so it seems that he can't do it, but in fact, he can easily urge mana with a single move.

"Pavilion Master?" Zhen Yinjian called softly, showing his respect for this giant. To be honest, he would never have thought that the big man who created such a famous force in Donghua as the "Spring Breeze Pavilion" would be this man who seemed to have a bit of a feminine atmosphere.

"I have seen your methods, I have estimated your potential, and I have admired your courage! No matter what aspect, you are not inferior to the top of the younger generation of my Spring Breeze Pavilion. Wang Ning was defeated, and he was not wronged!" The Pavilion Master of the Spring Breeze Pavilion looked at Zhen Yinjian with a smile, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Zhen Yinjian's heart, making him feel that he was being explored.

"This person is very difficult to mess with!" Needless to say, Zhen Yinjian had a great sense of vigilance against this person in his heart.

"What, the Pavilion Master is right, he thinks so highly of this hairy boy?" exclaimed one of the people in the crowd.

"Not inferior to the top of the younger generation of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, wouldn't that be comparable to the 'One King and Two Saints'? I have to be obedient, this kid is so fierce?" the other couldn't help but shout. for a better user experience.