Ning Changkong swallowed a handful of pills that replenished spiritual power, "Please!" ”

"Haha, okay, it's still Uncle Ning's refreshment!" Jiang Wuqiao laughed and jumped out of the ring from the stands.

"Uncle Ning, do you need to rest for a while?" Jin Qian harnessed the lotus magic weapon and hurriedly rushed into the ring and said to Ning Changkong.

She really admired this young uncle, who was simply a humanoid beast that defeated groups of senior brothers.

Ning Changkong, who had been replenished by spiritual power, shook his robe, "No! And it can go on. ”

He wanted to see where his limits were.

Leng Hao nodded.

Elder Li couldn't help but admire in his heart, "This is a challenge to leapfrog. Although there is no shortage of disciples in the sect who leapfrog the challenge, this situation is still rare, and this leap is quite large. ”

Leng Hao smiled: "Buildable materials, Elder Jiang, don't stare at that non-existent stain." He was captured, not of his own will. Think more about the benefits he brought to the sect, if it weren't for him and his spiritual pet, this time the Cloud Fantasy Continent was only afraid that the Demon Lord would really awaken, and the Cloud Illusion Continent would once again break his muscles and bones, and the lives would be ruined. ”

Elder Jiang thought that the sacrificial array was drawn out by Ning Changkong, and he also provided the initial blueprints of the sacrificial array, otherwise the ancestor would not know that it was a sacrificial array, and he would not have run to see the enchantment of the demon clan's boundary, otherwise there would be one more demon in the world, and the world would not be at peace.

"It's me who is stunned. What a good brother...... What a good little junior brother. ”

Elder Jiang still didn't understand, since it was so good, why didn't the ancestor personally raise it, just let it go and go into retreat.

Thinking of the old ancestor and Feng Lingyun before killing the demon clan Lao Zhang, and then killing Feng Lingyun's body.

Suddenly, Elder Jiang realized.

The ancestor has long been dying, and he is still making such a big move, but I'm afraid that it will be even more dangerous, and he won't be seriously injured, right?

Thinking of this, Elder Jiang suddenly felt heavy, Feng Lingyun was just killed by the Ancestor, but the Yuan Shen escaped.

Now Elder Qing, Xiao Hanqian and a few others are looking for that guy all over the world.

Feng Lingyun is immortal, the biggest threat to the sect!

Elder Jiang immediately folded his hands on his chest, praying to Heaven for Fuyi's health.

Leng Hao looked at Elder Jiang who was acting strangely, and looked at the ring without raising his eyelids.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The attack of the Yuan Infant Stage caused the entire ring to directly raise a protective shield to prevent the overflowing spiritual power fluctuations from harming the spectators in the stands.

The whole ring was dusty.

The charred blackness of the ground shows the intensity just now.

Ning Changkong extinguished the fire on his body and said with a smile: "Hehe, Senior Nephew Jiang, don't hide it." ”

"Disciple commands!" Jiang Wuqiao said with a smile, the clothes on his body were also cut by the immortal-level spirit sword, but fortunately, he was still wearing a protective magic weapon on his body to block the attack, otherwise, he was afraid that he would see blood.

"The fire phoenix pierces the clouds!"

A powerful fire phoenix rushed towards Ning Changkong with a phoenix sound.

The disciples behind the stands could all feel the scorching breath in the air.

"Senior Brother Jiang is a mutated fire spirit root, and he has excellent fire spirit power! He was already proficient in the Fire Phoenix Technique! ”

"Senior Brother Jiang, I'm just afraid that he will soon advance to the second order of the Yuan Infant, right?"

"I heard that he refused to bring disciples for the sake of cultivation."

The scorching fire phoenix, with a tyrannical attack, came on.

Ning Changkong didn't dare to be careless, "Ten thousand swords and ice rain!" ”

Suddenly, his back quickly condensed thousands of short swords that were carved by ice, "Go." ”

The ice arrow attacked the fire phoenix, and suddenly there was a mist bubbling up.

The ice swords in the front row melted into mist, and the ice swords in the back followed.

The sound of tinkling is also endless.

The fire phoenix of the other party turned out to be like an entity, and the attacks of both parties were as if they were attacking in kind.

"Frozen!"

A layer of blue ice centered on Ning Changkong and spread rapidly.

Soon the whole ring became a world of ice.

"Uncle Ning is the Ice Spirit Root?"

"Wow, no wonder the ancestor wants to accept Uncle Ning as an apprentice!"

"They're all rare Ice Spirit Roots!"

"No, the Ancestor is a mutant ice spirit root!"

The ice melted at the feet of Jiang Wuqiao, and there was condensation.

"It's snowing!"

The sky was full of snow, raging in the spiritual power cover of the ring.

Jiang Wuqiao's fire phoenix has long become an ice sculpture.

Jiang Wuqiao smiled, "Uncle Junior, your only drawback is your lack of experience!" ”

He used several skills that consumed spiritual power.

Ning Changkong had activated several spells that consumed a lot of spiritual power, but now it was his home field in the ice and snow world.

"Really?" Ning Changkong smiled slightly, "Ice Thunder Sword!" ”

The spirit sword that Ning Changkong sacrificed shone with dazzling lightning and headed towards Jiang Wuqiao.

"Uncle Xiao has finally used your Thunder Spirit attribute!"

Jiang Wuqiao smiled and offered a quaint Fang Ding.

Fang Ding was suspended above Jiang Wuqiao's head, and a golden shroud of light enveloped him.

The thunder and lightning spirit sword attacked on Fang Ding, sparks shot out, and the Ding sound buzzed.

"What a strong thunder spirit!"

Jiang Wuqiao's Fang Ding didn't know how many times he had saved him, this was the ancient Fang Ding who could resist the attacks of the Heavenly Immortal Cultivators.

Ordinary foundation building monks can't let Fang Ding break the defense.

The Yuanying Cultivator could only make Fang Ding hum.

Jiang Wuqiao's Fang Ding was like a turtle shell, extremely resistant to beating, looking at the other party's feet on the ground, Ning Changkong smiled slightly.

"Earth Spirit Thorn!"

On the ground under Jiang Wuqiao's feet, sharp ice thorns nearly one meter high suddenly protruded.

The moment the Earth Spirit Thorn appeared, he hurriedly lifted his sword into the air, and the shoes under his feet had been punctured, and the soles of his feet were injured.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have turned into a skewer.

"Mist!" This is a simple water control technique, a skill he learned without a teacher when he was in the Ning family's dungeon.

Before he could take the pill, the surroundings became misty.

The humidity in the air is getting higher and higher.

Fang Ding is protected against attack damage, but it is not protected against fog and water vapor.

Thunder and lightning can spread through water mist!

Looking at the water mist in the palm in front of him, Jiang Wuqiao knew what Ning Changkong was going to do next.

As he expected, a thunderstorm changed in the sky in Ning Changkong, turning the surrounding mist into a sea of thunder and lightning.

Jiang Wuqiao hurriedly put on a dragon scale battle armor. This is the Thunder Dragon Leather Armor he obtained in the secret realm, which can effectively avoid the thunder spiritual power.

"Senior Brother Jiang even has a thunder dragon battle armor, I'm so envious!" Many disciples saw the Thunder Dragon Battle Armor, because after Jiang Wuqiao put it on, his spiritual power shone with red thunder light.

With the Thunder Dragon Battle Armor and Fang Ding, Jiang Wuqiao rushed towards Ning Changkong.

The fire spirit sword in the sky rushed towards Ning Changkong with this crackling sound.

Ning Changkong swallowed a handful of spiritual power pills, sealed his hands, and summoned several sets of battle armor, he had no protection treasure, he could only resist and counterattack.

"Frost!"

Suddenly, the light blue six-water chestnut crystal snowflakes flew in the ring, and pieces of snowflakes greeted the blazing fire spirit swords.

The seemingly light and fragile snowflakes are like a sharp blade with a six-sided blade, cutting through the splitting fire spirit sword, ice and fire meet, and the sound of metal colliding in the air is endless, and at the same time, steaming heat is also rising.

The spell attacks restrained each other, and Ning Changkong did not have strong enough defensive armor, so he could only keep attacking.

Jiang Wuqiao secretly admired Ning Changkong's long spiritual power.

The two of them almost used all the methods they had studied, and after their spiritual power bottomed out, they fought each other in close quarters.

In the end, Jiang Wuqiao barely stood up with the strong physical strength of the Yuan infancy, which was because he felt that he was about to turn into ice slag.

Ning Changkong was so tired that he knelt on one leg on the ground, supporting his body with a sword in one hand to prevent himself from falling. His spiritual power had long been exhausted, and the spiritual power pill on his body had also been devoured.

The physical strength has also reached the extreme.

In this game, he played happily.

"Uncle Junior, admit defeat!" Jiang Wuqiao is also tired, the spirit mansion is exhausted, and his physical strength is about to be exhausted, if it weren't for the fact that he was already a Yuanying monk, his body had been tempered like King Kong, I was afraid that he would have fallen down a long time ago.

"Can't lose!"

Ash bought him to win all, and if he lost, Ash was afraid that he would be sad for a long time.

He's got to fight for Ash!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins! The other party is no better, and his calves are trembling.

Seeing Ning Changkong stand up straight again, Jiang Wuqiao's calf cramps became even worse, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Then fight again!" ”

Even if Ning Changkong lost, he had already won the respect of the disciples of the whole sect, and in the early stage of a Jindan, he crossed the rank to challenge the Yuanying Monk, and it was a legend to say it.

"Little uncle! Come on! ”

"Little uncle! Come on!! ”

The disciples in the stands stood up one after another to cheer Ning Changkong on.

The hand-to-hand combat, the clanging spirit swords collided, and fierce sparks erupted.

Ning Changkong endured the weakness and pain all over his body, gritted his teeth and persevered.

His robes were in tatters, and the fire-scorched holes revealed scorched and red wounds.

Jiang Wuqiao's eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair exposed to his leather armor were all frosted, and his body, which was originally a fire spiritual power, was injured by the extremely cold ice, and his face was covered with ice slag.

Without spiritual power to dispel the cold, you can only rely on your body to resist.

The sword qi slashed through the sky and across the ground, and the originally solid ground sword marks were lined up.

The formation kept recovering the ground.

Ning Changkong's hands were cracked, and blood was dripping, and he held the fairy sword tightly and didn't let go.

Jiang Wuqiao looked at Ning Changkong, who was holding on, and didn't know why he insisted so much.

He sacrificed a fire talisman from the early stage of the Yuan Infant, stimulated it with the last bit of spiritual power gathered, and sacrificed it towards Ning Changkong.

Ning Changkong smiled bitterly. Looks like we're going to disappoint Ash.

The other party even had something at the bottom of the box.

There was no way for him to stop such a fire talisman again, he could avoid it, and if he avoided it, he would have to leave the ring.