"This isn't a medicine to restore spiritual power at all, is it?" Jian Jue said coldly, a pair of eyes like poisonous snakes, very cold, staring at Jian Wuxiu.

"Elder Taishang, you are mistaken, that is to restore spiritual power." Jian Wuxiu didn't admit it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said in his heart: "The medicine has been swallowed, can you still make him spit it out?" "Jian Wuxiu is very confident.

In the center of the square, Yang Ning held the spirit sword in his hand, blooming with a fierce momentum, not losing to Zhao Chunlei at all.

"Let's fight." Yang Ning's face was still calm.

At this moment, Zhao Chunlei seemed to have completely changed into a person, a sword, instantly turned red, like a scorching sun, exuding infinite heat, making the surrounding space almost burn.

Boom!

The sword made a sound.

Sonorous and powerful.

"It's a strong ......"

"Senior Brother Chunlei, I'm afraid I'm already infinitely close to the mountain building realm......" Jian Jiu was also in the crowd, feeling Zhao Chunlei's breath, and said so.

"Senior Brother Chunlei, in order to participate in the Five Factions Competition, it is really too much sacrifice, otherwise you would have entered the mountain building realm a long time ago." There was a disciple next to him with a look of envy and a hint of self-satisfaction, as if he was the one fighting in the middle.

There is a rule in the Great Contest of the Five Sects that only cultivators below the Mountain Building Realm can participate.

This also restrained many cultivators, and in order to become famous in the Liuyun Kingdom, they had to be suppressed again and again, but this also brought many peak masters to the Liuyun Kingdom.

The deeper the foundation, the longer the path to be taken in the future, and this is not a secret among cultivators.

"It's finally begun." Jian Bi let out a long breath, and he was also extremely surprised by Yang Ning's sword just now.

With a sword, he almost killed Zhao Chunlei in seconds, such a strength is really not to be underestimated.

Fortunately...... Jian Biyou was embarrassed to think about it, after all, it was they who were the ones who took the lead in the first place, and the dignified Northern Xuan Sword Sect actually didn't say anything when he was a cultivator in the Mountain Viewing Realm, and he felt ashamed to think about it.

Fortunately, it was the elder brother who came forward, otherwise, today's situation would be embarrassing and thrown to grandma's house.

On the square, Zhao Chunlei's aura had become extremely violent, and even a trace of anger appeared because of the sword movement.

It was anger from the bottom of my heart, burning in my heart, and it was terrifying.

"Fury Sword?" Jian Jue turned his head and stared at Jian Biyou.

"Yes, Elder Taishang, Chunlei cultivation is extremely high, and he is also a seeded player of the Five Sects Great Competition, so I passed the Angry Sword to him." Jian Biyou is neither humble nor arrogant, and he has prepared a statement a long time ago and said it.

"I hope so." There was a strong anger in Jian Jue's words, as if he had been affected by the angry sword.

In the square, anger was raging.

"Yang Ning, you should be damned." Zhao Chunlei snorted, the sword was amazing, and in an instant, the sword intent turned into the sea, like the fury of the waves, surging and slapping.

What a strong sword skill.

Yang Ning didn't dare to be careless, he felt that this set of swordsmanship had reached the Xuan level, the sword was across his chest, and he attacked with a sword, and met it.

Boom!

The ground shook, causing countless ripples.

The spiritual power is vented everywhere, with a radius of fifteen zhang, and it has become a world of sword intent.

The battle of the swordsman, especially the swordsman who has comprehended the connection, is so direct, without any false movements, the sword points to the heart, just to kill and take the head of the person.

The raging waves roared like a flash flood, raging as much as they wanted.

For! For! For!

Yang Ning retreated three times in a row, and a stream of blood arrows, as if he had lost his accuracy, sprayed out.

"Senior Brother Chunlei, good ......"

"Senior Brother Chunlei, come on......"

There was applause.

Zhao Chunlei didn't seem to be able to hear the sounds around him, he was angry, the fiery red spirit sword was even more terrifying than the scorching sun, exuding a terrible temperature, and a pair of eyes, like a spirit beating in the fire, kept roaring in his mouth.

The sword roared in the sky, and there was a faint roar of fire.

"What a strong sword technique." Yang Ning wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight, and looked at it squarely.

At the same time, I also understood that the medicine that Zhao Chunlei swallowed just now may be directly related to his state at this time.

The swordsman's cultivation of the heart is the most important thing to pay attention to the cultivation of the heart, so it is very important to maintain a calm heart at all times, but now, Zhao Chunlei has completely lost himself, and he is almost in a state of madness, and Yang Ning feels very clear.

However, Yang Ning was not discouraged, and the momentary gains and losses could not affect Yang Ning's sword heart.

The sword groaned, making a low sound, and the breath grew again.

Since you're unruly, I don't have to worry about it.

Yang Ning roared.

Mountains beyond the mountains!

Triple the combat power.

At the same time, the other party was also roaring.

Mountains outside the mountain.

The two of them entered the state of leapfrogging at the same time.

In an instant, on the square, the sword intent in the center was fully vented and sublimated, making this space a vacuum zone, and only the sword intent became the only one.

"The Angry Sword is peerless."

Zhao Chunlei roared angrily, his eyes were red, it was angry King Kong, angry Yang Ning took his place, shouting for his strength.

"How could it be a sword of rage?"

"The Angry Sword is my Sword Sect's Zhen Sect's mastery......"

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Chunlei to have comprehended the Angry Sword, it's really amazing......" Jian Jiu was also cheering, and at the same time had a new judgment on Yang Ning's strength, no wonder Yang Ning rejected his challenge that day, so it was.

A sword, like wind and thunder, enveloped the entire square, as if only this sword was left, a fiery sword, a sword that took people's lives.

"Draw the sword."

Yang Ning didn't hide it either, and went straight out of the sword.

No sound.

This is a sword of sublimation, carrying Yang Ning's killing intent.

Since you don't follow the rules, I don't need to keep your hands on it.

Yang Ning made a killing move.

The sword, not like Zhao Chunlei, is extremely colorful, only the same sword, but it contains real thunder, which is very fast.

In the blink of an eye, a shocking sword has been met.

Rumble!

It's like a roar in your ears.

Deafening.

The whole front mountain was in turmoil and shaking.

The bluestone square at the foot is full of cracks.

The disciples of the Sword Sect in the vicinity were even swept away by the ripples generated.

The quick-eyed disciple hurriedly resisted it with his sword intent, and there were still bursts of broken sounds around it.

Like a cannon roaring, like thunder deafening.

"It's terrible...... "A disciple came back to his senses and was the first to speak.

Feng Feiyang was also in the corner, watching the battle between the two, and was amazed by this.

With the collision of swords, the two took dozens of steps backwards and stood against the spring breeze, their faces solemn.

Burst!

Burst!

After a while, the two vomited blood in unison, staining the bluestone slab under their feet red.

"Ahem......" Zhao Chunlei spoke, like a flame burning, and there were even bursts of heat in his voice.

"I have to say, you are indeed amazing, but the thought of taking away my place, don't think about it."

With the collision of a sword, Zhao Chunlei's mind gradually became clearer, but a pair of eyes became more red as they became clearer, like a pair of golden eyes, glaring at Yang Ning, almost unable to suppress it.

"Let's fight." Yang Ning didn't talk nonsense. Just as I had scruples at the beginning, what should come will come after all.

His own mountaineering must have touched the interest of some people, and even because of this, even if he killed himself, it was not impossible, let alone a challenge from just a disciple.

Yang Ning had already been prepared, but because of the outbreak of the poison of the heart, he had to refuse.

Therefore, Yang Ning also set the date of the battle today when he was able to act.

Because in another month, it will be a big competition between the five factions, and I can't support it.

"Next sword, if you can block it, the five factions are big, you go ......" Zhao Chunlei's voice was very cold, not like a fire at all, but as soon as the wind changed, Zhao Chunlei's voice was mixed with anger, like a tsunami erupting.

"If you can't stop it, you'll die."

Sword movement.

Nine Days of Resonance.

A sword comes from the Nine Heavens.

The clouds were overcast, changing the direction of the weather in an instant.

"What is this?"

"Fury Sword?"

"The Real Sword of Fury......"

Countless disciples exclaimed.

"No wonder Senior Brother Chunlei has such confidence, it turns out that he has learned the last move of the Angry Sword."

"That's exactly what the sea is fury about."

The clouds are like the roaring sea, rolling the waves, noisy and uneasy.

"Jian Wuxiu!" Kenjue was furious, almost roaring.

"Elder Taishang." Jian Wuxiu raised his head, his gaze direct, and did not flinch in the slightest.

"You're good!" Jian Jue gritted his teeth and wanted to slap it with his palm, but finally held back.

Although Jian Jue's cultivation is high, Jian Wuxiu, as the head of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, is not something that he can cut if he says it.

It's too big to mess around.

Jian Jue's eyes were angry, and the momentum of soaring into the sky made people breathless.

Angry Sword, the Zhenzong of the Northern Xuanjian Sect, and even the last move, the surging sea of anger, is already close to the intermediate level of the Xuan Rank, it is a killing move, and even reaches the realm of seeing blood when the sword is released.

The blood of a swordsman must be the result of human life.

Therefore, Jian Jue was furious.

"Elder Taishang, let's just watch quietly, after all, Yang Ning will not necessarily be defeated at this moment." The sword has no waves on the side, knocking on the side, having said that, anyone can hear the cynicism contained in it.

"Good, good." Jian Jue turned his head, and his face turned cold.

Jian Jue is a person who decides to kill, but just a few days ago, Jian Jue discovered a shocking secret, that is, Jian Wuxiu went down the mountain, and he was still dressed in disguise.

This made Jian Jue feel a strong uneasiness, but Jian Jue also wanted to see what this Jian Wuxiu wanted to do.

Above the sky, clouds were rolling, and thunder and fire were constantly emerging in the middle.

"Is there an image of heaven and earth?" Yang Ning seemed to be talking to himself, even though he was drinking dozens of steps away, Yang Ning still felt the terrifying power.

"The sea of rage is surging." Zhao Chunlei roared, and the spirit sword pointed at the sky, triggering the thunder fire.

Zizi ......

In the sky, tongues of electric light reverberate.

As he spoke, the sword light was taken and fell.

"This is the outpouring of anger, turning into thunder and fire sword intent, and destroying its enemies?" The wind was flying in the corner, looking up at the sky, and there was a deep fear in his eyes.

At this time, Liufeng also came to the square, staring at Zhao Chunlei's sword, and felt uneasy in his eyes.

The thunder and fire were surging, rolling, and roaring.

Like a snake, like a dragon chanting endlessly.

"I can't take this sword." Even Liufeng, as the eldest disciple of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, felt his own shortcomings at this moment and admitted his inferiority.

"This is the real Thunder and Fire Descending." Liufeng was worried about Yang Ning again.

"Senior brother, can't you really take it?" The wind is flying and approaching.

Flowing Wind shook his head.

But a scene that surprised the flowing wind happened.

"I believe him." Feng Feiyang was very confident, and he didn't even worry about Yang Ning, his face was still handsome, and under the clouds, his white clothes were like snow, with the smell of dust.