Ke Zhenzong subconsciously took a step back. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Immediately thinking that Zhou Bingchang would take Chu Jiuyu more than 200 years later, his strength would definitely not be as high as there, and he let go of most of his heart.

"Haha...... Senior brother, senior brother, do you think you are still the Tianjiao of the past?

Ke Zhenzong slowly put his hands behind his back, stopped five meters in front of Zhou Bingchang, looked at Zhou Bingchang with a look of disdain, and said slowly. "Zhou Bingchang, two hundred years ago, I could have broken your body, and today I can still let you make your life worse than death!"

As for Ning Qingying, he was ignored by Ke Zhenzong.

In Ke Zhenzong's opinion, he came here just to take away the things he could eye--- the Bangwen Spirit Weapon.

Ke Zhenzong's gaze turned, and finally landed on Ning Qingying, and he stretched out his big hand. "Master Ning, hand over the things, the old man doesn't want to embarrass you. ”

A majestic coercion emanated from Ke Zhenzong's body and pressed towards Ning Qingying's body.

Ning Qingying's face was cold, and her beautiful eyes showed hatred, and she thought about it. "Uncle Ke, ten years ago, did you go to Guiyuan City Ning's house?"

At this moment, the enemy was in front of her, and the hatred in Ning Qingying's heart could no longer be suppressed, but she still forcibly suppressed the hatred in her heart.

"What did you say? Ten years ago? What did you ask this for?"

Ke Zhenzong was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed, and he was overjoyed. "Ning Qingying, surnamed Ning...... In this way, you are the surviving clansman of the Ning family!"

"Yes, what?

Ning Qingying's tears finally flowed irrepressibly, and she said sadly. "Ke Zhenzong, you thief! Where did the Ning family offend you back then, and you want to destroy the Ning family?"

"Haha...... Haha......"

Ke Zhenzong laughed. "It seems that the ancestral secret of the Ning family is on you! Ke Mou thought that getting a Bangwen spirit weapon would be a great opportunity, but he didn't expect that he could actually get the coveted Ning family's anti-heaven secret book!"

"The heavens treat me well!"

"Master Ning, hand it over, the old man promises you to give you a good time!"

Ke Zhenzong's eyes lit up, his chest rose and fell sharply, his heart was pounding, and his heart was ecstatic. "The secret book against the sky! Rare spiritual weapons are about to fall into the hands of my Ke Zhenzong! With these things, the Lingyuan Sword Sect will be completely in the hands of my Ke Zhenzong!"

"You don't want to die!"

Ning Qingying said sadly. "In this life and this life, I would rather Qingying not kill you and swear not to be a person!"

At the moment when Ning Qingying's words fell, Xin Ming's mind was clear, and an oval-shaped magic shield covered Ning Qingying's shadow tightly.

"Haha...... Haha, Senior Nephew Ning, do you want to kill me, the old man won't give you this chance!" Ke Zhenzong laughed, and with a wave of his hand, a large Lingyuan hand about five meters long grabbed the top of Ning Qingying's head.

"Thunder kill!"

Without waiting for Sister Qingying to make a move, Xin Ming's divine sense burst out, and a blue lightsaber with a killing aura and thunder light shot towards Ke Zhenzong with lightning speed.

"Huh...... This sword light is interesting!"

The moment he saw the lightning sword light, Ke Zhenzong was shocked. "However, it's not enough to kill the old man!"

Ke Zhenzong was contemptuous, and a lightsaber flew towards the Thunder Killing Sword Light.

In Ke Zhenzong's opinion, one of his sword lights was more than enough to resist the thunder light sword shot out by Ning Qingying.

After all, the cultivation is placed there from the gap.

Rumble!

However, Ke Zhenzong found that he was wrong, and his lightsaber instantly dispersed under the thunder sword.

The thunder killing sword light is entwined with thunder light, and the castration is unabated, right in Ke Zhenzong's chest!

"Linghai Realm! You, a Rongyuan Realm cultivator, how could you have such a fierce attack?" Ke Zhenzong snorted, a mouthful of blood spit out, revealing a look of disbelief, he didn't expect that under a careless intention, he was actually seriously injured by a sword light.

Ke Zhenzong also thought that what Ning Qingying displayed was just a good sword light.

Unexpectedly, this sword light was so sharp, comparable to the middle stage of the Spirit Sea Realm!

"The old man wants to make your life worse than death!"

Ke Zhenzong was furious, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and the long sword was unsheathed.

The name of the sword is cold ice, the whole body is snow-white, and there are endless snowflakes fluttering out of the sheath, this sword is in the Lingyuan Sword School, and Liu Zhengfeng's red-blooded dragon blade is the two famous swords of the Lingyuan Sword School.

A thick sword about 50 meters long is like a giant blade, and it is cut off on the head!

The endless killing machine swept over like heavenly might, Xin Ming's heart froze, his divine sense suddenly urged, the magic shield was instantly reinforced, and at the same time, a thunder killing sword light shot out again.

"Sister Qingying, use the trick that the Heavenly Operator gave you!" Xin Ming said anxiously.

Just now, the thunder killing sword light injured Ke Zhenzong because of Ke Zhenzong's carelessness.

At this moment, under Ke Zhenzong's rage, the strength of the late stage of the Spirit Sea Realm exploded, which was an overwhelming power, giving Xin Ming a feeling of being unable to resist.

Xin Ming knew that if he wanted to kill Ke Zhenzong, the only thing he could do was the mountain condensing sword given by the heavenly operator.

Laugh at!

The sky and the earth suddenly became dull, and as far as the eye could see, it was blurred.

Xin Ming found that in his divine sense, there was only a small black sword that was dark and possessed a destructive power!

Ning Qingying's figure fluttered like a fairy, her long hair was flying, and she pinched the trick in her hand, and a trace of spiritual power connected the ruler-long black sword in front of her.

The moment Ning Qingying's sword appeared, Ke Zhenzong was taken aback and trembled. "You....... What kind of sword are you?"

"It's comparable to the coercion of the Soul Bridge......! This is impossible!" At this moment, Ke Zhenzong found that the moment Ning Qingying's foot-long little black sword appeared, he was actually unable to move!

"Where did you get this sword!"

Ke Zhenzong roared, like a crazy old lion, he was unwilling, really unwilling.

A monk in the late stage of the Spirit Sea Realm was actually killed by a monk in the middle stage of the Rongyuan Realm!

"Senior nephew Ning, as long as you withdraw this sword, the old man is willing to hand over the soul blood and let you drive it!" Under the devastating coercion, Ke Zhenzong's eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness, he had a secret technique, as long as Ning Qingying used this sword with the slightest pause, he could escape.

"Old thief, you kill my people, I hate to skin you, drink your blood, and let you be my lackey, I look disgusting!" Ning Qingying's face was sad, and he pinched the trick faster in his hand, and the small sword turned into a ghostly light and shot into Ke Zhenzong's chest.

Seeing Ning Qingying unleash this sword without hesitation, Ke Zhenzong's heart was terrified to the extreme, "No ......!"

The black sword flashed away, Ke Zhenzong slowly lowered his head, feeling that all the essence of his body was dissipated, and his entire body was like cracked soil, cracking little by little.

Laugh at!

Xin Mingbang Culture made a flash of light, instantly cut off Ke Zhenzong's right hand, and rolled up his ring.