As the saying goes: 100 days of wounding the bones.

Although he is a cultivator, he dies fatally, and it takes time to heal.

In the blink of an eye, it is spring when the ice and snow melt and a hundred flowers bloom.

A thriving breath rushed to the earth, bringing vitality to the earth.

Because of the complex topography of Shudi, the breath of spring may be a little sluggish, but it is also full of spring.

The Northern Xuanjian Sect, because of the arrival of this spring, is a little busy.

On the front mountain, a battle was ushered in today, and almost the disciples of the entire Northern Xuanjian Sect were gathered.

Today's battle should have ended a long time ago, but because Yang Ning's body has not recovered, he has to hold it to this day.

The spring breeze blows, with a gentle breath, which makes people feel refreshed.

On the square in front of the mountain, there are white clothes.

On the steps ahead, the important figures of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect were all watching the battle, because this battle was related to the face of the six of them, so they were quite concerned.

"Chunlei, remember, you must win." Jian Biyou instructed, and even gave Zhao Chunlei a jade bottle without others noticing.

"Yes, Master." There was a hint of ruthlessness in Zhao Chunlei's eyes. Dressed in white, under the spring sun, there is no comfort in sight, which makes people shudder.

"Chunlei, don't live up to your master's expectations." Jian Wuxiu is also cheering for Zhao Chunlei, hoping that Zhao Chunlei can win this game.

Since the return of Jian Jue, Jian Wuxiu seems to have completely changed as a person, especially after Yang Ning went up the mountain, his heart has changed greatly, and he has completely lost the breath of the Sword Sect.

"Uncle Boss, I won't let Master down." Zhao Chunlei clenched his fists, and glanced at the square below with the afterglow of his eyes.

On the square, white clothes everywhere are waiting for the battle to begin.

Because this battle is about a quota, a quota of the famous Liuyun Country.

Further, the sea and the sky are nothing more than that.

The wind is endless, bringing life to the earth and blowing the earth.

"Why hasn't Yang Ning come yet?"

"It can't be that it hasn't recovered yet, right?"

"Isn't that going to be a loss?"

After waiting for a long time, Yang Ning was still missing, and the disciples whispered.

And in a corner, Feng Feiyang held the beauty in his arms, waiting quietly, not caring much about the surrounding discussions.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Coming, coming......"

"It's finally here......"

Dressed in a green shirt, it seems to be incompatible with the world of white clothes, walking very slowly, and there is even a trace of white skin on his face.

"Is this not restored?" Someone saw the clue.

"Maybe Yang Ning thinks that he is inferior to Senior Brother Chunlei, so he doesn't want to delay it any longer, so he can solve it as soon as possible, so that Senior Brother Chunlei can prepare for the Five Factions Competition with peace of mind." Some disciples sneered and patted Zhao Chunlei's ass.

"Maybe that's the case." Many disciples agreed with this statement.

Yang Ning walked slowly, through the crowd, and came to the middle of the square.

"Is it finally here?" Zhao Chunlei walked down the steps and came to the opposite side of Yang Ning.

Yang Ning didn't speak, he stood quietly, with a wooden sheath on his back and a sword inserted in his heart, which couldn't help but make people jealous.

The Chengyi Sword has a symbol in the Northern Xuanjian Sect, symbolizing identity. But at this moment, Yang Ning does not have this treatment at all, after all, his identity is there, and it is impossible to change anything because of a sword.

"You shouldn't have come." Zhao Chunlei was very direct and drew his sword to face each other.

"Let's fight." Yang Ning stood alone, not nervous because of the many people around him.

Although he has not recovered yet, Yang Ning does not want to drag this matter on.

At the beginning, he said that this battle should end when the secret realm came out, but because of the outbreak of his own poison in his heart, it was delayed again and again, and finally waited until today.

"Since you want to lose so much, then I will fulfill you." Zhao Chunlei was not polite at all, and a breath of breath erupted with all his might, with the breath of flames.

Zhao Chunlei was originally a cultivator at the peak of the Mountain Viewing Realm, and after such a long time, as a genius of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, it was impossible to stay put, he had already ignited the divine fire and tempered his body.

"It's so strong, I'm afraid Senior Brother Chunlei has already stepped into the mountain building realm with half a foot, right?" With questions, feeling Zhao Chunlei's breath, some disciples guessed.

"Even if you don't enter the mountain building realm, it's not far away...... a disciple nodded, cheering for Zhao Chunlei.

Boom!

Zhao Chunlei pulled out his sword.

The sword is a spirit sword, a high-level spirit sword.

"Draw your sword." Zhao Chunlei's face was slightly distorted.

Since Yang Ning went up the mountain, Zhao Chunlei felt that his heart was very chaotic, especially when he was deprived of his quota, Zhao Chunlei once fell into a demon, but later because of the help of his master, he turned his demon into power, and even used this to ignite the divine fire, temper his body, and make his cultivation a great progress.

But the hatred for Yang Ning was still buried in the bottom of his heart, and finally broke out at this moment.

"Draw your sword?" Yang Ning was slightly stunned, and said lightly: "If I draw my sword, you won't have a chance." ”

"Arrogance." Zhao Chunlei stabbed out with a sword and went straight to Yang Ning's face, extremely fast and very vicious.

Yang Ning turned sideways slightly, letting a sword stab the air, but Zhao Chunlei had to say that as a genius disciple, it was not a false legend, a sword missed, hurriedly turned around, and a sword stabbed back, which actually stabbed Yang Ning in the abdomen.

"Two swords." Yang Ning said lightly in his mouth, with a sickly aura on his face, not in a hurry, dodging this Zhao Chunlei's spirit sword.

"Noise." Zhao Chunlei snorted coldly, seeing that his two swords could not stab Yang Ning, he angrily took out his sword, and his feet suddenly accelerated, and with the momentum of thunder, he slashed eight swords horizontally, completely blocking Yang Ning's position.

Finally, the middle sword, with a scorching aura, used the soul fire to urge the spiritual power, and the spirit sword exuded a light red sword intent, stabbing suddenly.

Yang Ning hurriedly retreated, taking nearly ten steps in a row, only then did he narrowly avoid a sword, stood still with his feet, stared at Zhao Chunlei, and said, "Three swords, it's time for me to take out the sword." ”

The momentum of Yang Ning's whole person changed suddenly, and a majestic momentum, with Yang Ning as the center, emanated.

"Are you finally going to do it?" Feng Feiyang stood in the corner, somewhat familiar with Yang Ning's breath.

It is a kind of momentum that looks down on everything in the world, and it is a breath that wants to go to the top, which cannot be changed.

"Humph! Pretending to be a ghost. Zhao Chunlei didn't care, and his breath changed, and the sword was like fire, and it was hot and dry.

On the steps, Jian Wuxiu nodded, pointed at Zhao Chunlei in the field, and said, "Chunlei, this kid, is good." There was a smile on his face, as if he had seen the sword's deflated face.

"Chunlei has worked hard in the past few months, and he has worked hard for this place." Jian Biyou was making a contribution to Zhao Chunlei, and then said: "If it is allowed, Chunlei will definitely be able to break through the mountain building realm in the five factions. Jian Biyou's face was also extremely proud.

"There are disciples like this, Biyou, you have a lot of credit." Jian Wuxiu seemed to have seen Jian Jue's bitter face, and said faintly in his heart: "Jian Jue, you shouldn't have reappeared, isn't it okay to disappear?" ”

In the depths of Jian Wuxiu's eyes, a trace of ruthlessness flashed.

But the next scene made the entire square, and even the people on the stairs, disbelief.

Boom!

It sounded like thunder, waking everyone up.

Soon, almost to the extreme.

I saw only a flash of light.

In an instant, like a flash flood, a sword shocked the world.

"Give me defeat."

Yang Ning snorted, as if he was forbidden.

Time seems to freeze, and the picture seems to freeze.

A sword was pressed against Zhao Chunlei's neck, and the tip of the sword was tinged with a touch of red.

After a long time, it seems to have gone through eternity.

"How is that possible?"

Zhao Chunlei felt the coldness of the sword, as if he had stabbed his heart all of a sudden, it was very cold, it was a feeling of coldness.

"How could it be?" Yang Ning asked rhetorically.

"No way, no way, you cheat ......"

Zhao Chunlei fell into madness, and with a sword he picked up the sword against his neck, and the spirit sword swung like a mad demon.

"How is this possible?" Jian Biyu couldn't believe it.

"Is this ......" Jian Wuxiu's face distorted, "is it cheating?" Soon, Jian Wuxiu's face returned to normal, and said, "Yes, it must be cheating, it must be like this." ”

Immediately, Jian Wuxiu said loudly: "Yang Ning, you are shameless, you are cheating in front of everyone. ”

Jian Wuxiu stood on a high point, used thunder means, and pressed down with one palm.

"Not good."

Above the sky, a sword suddenly appeared, and the sword light soared into the sky.

"Jian Wuxiu, you are presumptuous." Jian Jue suddenly appeared, splitting his palm and falling down.

"He cheats......" Jian Wuxiu saw Jian Jue's move, and knew that his careful thinking would definitely not work, so he could only bite the bullet and said coldly.

"Cheating?" Jian Jue turned his head and looked at Yang Ning.

Jian Biyou had already come to Zhao Chunlei's side and controlled Zhao Chunlei as a comforter.

"Yes, Yang Ning cheats." The sword has no fingers.

"Is that so?" Jian Jue turned his head and looked at Yang Ning.

"Nope." Yang Ning was not in a hurry and had a clear understanding of the situation on the field.

"That's a game." Jian Wuxiu was unwilling, because the sword trick had not yet appeared, and there was still a chance.

"How?" Jian Jue looked at Yang Ning, for Yang Ning's battle today, Jian Jue had just learned about it, so he ran over. Because today's battle made Jian Jue faintly feel uneasy.

Sure enough, when he arrived, he saw Jian Wuxiu angrily shooting.

At the same time, Jian Jue secretly transmitted the message to Yang Ning, explaining the reason, hoping that Yang Ning could understand.

"Let's have a game, then." Yang Ning didn't say much, and said loudly.

"Biyo, how's it going?" Jian Wuxiu looked at Zhao Chunlei.

"It's all up to the master brother in charge." Jian Biyou gave Zhao Chunlei a look.

"Okay, let's fight again." Jian Wuxiu said loudly and announced the result.

Jian Jue and Jian Wuxiu and the others retreated to the top of the steps.

"You shouldn't have promised another competition." Zhao Chunlei's face was ruthless, and the breath of the whole person was changing imperceptibly.

"It doesn't matter." Yang Ning's face was a little pale, obviously the sword just now was not easy for Yang Ning.

"Humph!" Zhao Chunlei opened a jade bottle, and before everyone could react, he swallowed it directly.

"What's going on?"

"What did Senior Brother Chunlei swallow?"

The disciples in the square discussed.

"What's going on?" The sword never saw clearly, but he felt an uneasy aura.

"That's the medicine that restores spiritual power." Jian Wuxiu hurriedly explained.

"Really?" Jian Jue's voice was a little cold, and he raised his eyes and looked at the bottom of the steps, for Yang Ning, Jian Jue believed him, besides, he was here, what kind of mess could happen, and the six of them would not turn over the sky.

"Come to war." The aura on Zhao Chunlei's body, with this swallow, underwent earth-shaking changes, becoming manic, and a tyrannical aura slowly emanated.