"You're here." In the voice, there seemed to be some anticipation.

This time, the palace of the king seems to have become a person's light, which no one expected.

However, as the saintess of Miao Valley, as the proud daughter of the sky, and promised Qingzhen that if she wanted to make a move, she would definitely not break her word and gain weight.

The Holy Maiden of Fragrance has weighed many times in her heart, she is definitely not Yang Ning's opponent, but as Qing Zhen said, stopping him, this stop, but there are many explanations.

And the only thing she can do by herself is to keep consuming Yang Ning.

It has been nearly ten days since many Tianjiao entered the Fengwang Palace, but this Yang Ning has also fought for ten days, is it really meaningful to consume himself? The holy maiden pondered for a long time.

However, there is no point at this moment, because Yang Ning has already killed.

"Are you waiting for me?" Yang Ning was slightly surprised.

"Yes, I'm waiting for you." The arrogance in Yuxiang's bones is still the same.

"You must have agreed to some people's requests." Yang Ning has already guessed, although it is only a guess, but eight or nine are not far from ten.

Yuxiang nodded, lightly veiled, but slightly surprised.

And in a hundred-zhang space on the other side, one person did grit his teeth a little.

"This kid dares to touch my wife, it's really audacious, hum." Grinding his teeth, a pair of grass shoes wanted to break through the barrier, but no one challenged him within the barrier, so he could only stay here.

Punching hard, above the barrier, there were ripples, but they could only look at it, helpless.

Yang Ning took two steps forward and said calmly: "Since you can't avoid a battle no matter what, let's come." Yang Ning was frank.

"Don't you ask who I promised?" Yu Xiang's cultivation has been fully restored, and he has stood up from the throne.

"Who else can there be, it must be Qingzhen of Qingyue Gate." Yang Ning had already guessed when he heard that Yuxiang had agreed to some people's requests.

Qing Zhen is a swordsman, but in Yang Ning's opinion, such a person, such a sword, will definitely not go too far on the cultivation avenue.

"You're above board." Yu Xiang looked at Yang Ning, and her thoughts turned over in her heart.

"Let's get started." Yang Ning has begun to gather momentum.

"I know, you have a sword, which is very powerful, but if you want me to lose, you still need to show some real skills." Yuxiang did not underestimate the enemy, and the spirit whip in his hand trembled, like a green snake swimming away.

"Really?" Yang Ning was not surprised, although Miao Gu had not been in contact with Yang Ning, but to be able to become a saint, he must have good strength, and in the battle between Xuan Xiang and Tooth Repair, Yang Ning had already seen that in terms of strength, I am afraid it was a little worse than himself. Thinking of this, Yang Ning's hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the killing sword.

In further.

The momentum has risen sharply.

Yang Ning's body ignited with a raging sword intent.

"Humph!" The holy maiden snorted coldly, the spirit whip flew over, and she shouted: "Break the dance order." "As soon as you make a move, it's the strongest move.

Obviously, Yu Xiang has a lot of respect for Yang Ning, otherwise he would not have treated him like this.

The clothes are flying, like an elf fairy, if it weren't for the spirit whip that rises with the dance, Yang Ning even believes that this woman is a delicate dancing girl, but the unscrupulous spiritual power has pulled Yang Ning back to reality.

Take it one step further.

The sword intent was close to the flames, and on the surface of Yang Ning's body, between the green shirts, the thunder was extinguished.

"Draw the sword!" The distance was enough, and Yang Ning brazenly slashed his sword.

Blood rises suddenly.

Boom!

The blood red instantly covered the heavens and the earth, and in the hundred-zhang space, it was immediately filled with sword intent.

The three-foot space in front of Yang Ning also lit up. Against the backdrop of blood red, there is something weird.

"So fast, so strong." Although Yu Xiang had overestimated Yang Ning's sword drawing technique, at this moment, he still felt a little underestimated. This sword, I'm afraid, has gone beyond the scope of Xuan-level sword skills.

However, he was not panicked, in his hand, he controlled the spirit whip and drew circles in the air, and the spirit whip was like an invisible hurricane circulating.

Whew......

A force that soars to the sky, with the dance of the spirit whip, gradually formed.

In fact, after Yu Xiang learned that Yang Ning had a sword drawing technique, he had been thinking about countermeasures, and at the moment when Yang Ning had just taken out his sword, Yu Xiang finally had a way.

That is to overcome rigidity with softness.

Yang Ning's sword is very strong, otherwise it would not have made many Tianjiao hate.

However, as Yuxiang guessed, this sword was too strong, and the intention to kill the enemy was too strong, so it completed a sword that was too rigid and easy to break.

And the spirit whip in her hand is his nemesis.

The blood light flew by, and in an instant, it had come to the front of Yuxiang.

Yang Ning was confident, and the twenty-two sword drawing techniques were superimposed, which was already his full strength, and it also gave the Holy Maiden Yuxiang's respect.

In the sword light, thunder rolled and flames flew.

Condensed in one point, just like a little cold light is better than the sun.

The Broken Dance Sequence danced, as if waiting, waiting for this sword to come.

Laugh at!

Killing the sword has no scruples, just like Yang Ning's heart at the moment, in order to win a hundred battles, for the sake of that ethereal legend, Yang Ning is gambling.

Between the dragon and the real dragon, the difference is too great, the difference between heaven and earth.

However, just when Yang Ning thought that the overall situation was set and ambitious, a change suddenly rose.

"The spirit snake moves, and the dance order is broken." The whip swirled and wound, suddenly tightening.

The spirit whip is full of spirituality, and the moment it touches the sword, it fully demonstrates its soft nature.

Click......

It's like heaven and earth locked.

"Tight!"

With a coquettish sound, Yang Ning only felt that the killing sword in his hand couldn't move, and even he, the master who controlled the killing sword, actually had a feeling that he couldn't move.

The flying sword suddenly stopped, and it could no longer advance an inch.

"This ......"

"Locked?"

"This sword is actually locked?" Many Tianjiao couldn't believe their eyes.

You must know that nearly eighty Tianjiao were all defeated by this sword, but now, now they are locked and can't get in?

"The Holy Maiden is unmatched."

"The saint is invincible." Tianjiao outside Surabaya immediately offered flattering words. Originally, after the battle of tooth repair, the majesty of the saint was almost spurred to the end, and even these days Tianjiao once doubted that the saint was redundant, was it like that, but now......

Vividly.

In the thrilling moment, the power of the killing sword was locked, is this still the saint who was molested just now?

"I can't believe it."

Indeed, unacceptable.

One sword killed eighty Tianjiao, one sword was invincible, and he was actually locked at this moment, this score is enough to move the palace of the king.

Within a hundred zhang space.

Yang Ning was also surprised by the sudden change.

Although his sword is not yet truly invincible, being able to be locked by the other party like this makes Yang Ning at a loss for a while.

But fortunately, the soul in Yang Ning's body is the soul of the true peak powerhouse in the mainland.

Yang Ning only thought about it for a moment, and he already responded.

The thunder gathered on his body, followed his arm, and instantly reached the top of the killing sword.

"Thunder extinguishes—earthquake!" Yang Ning roared.

The sword drawing technique is about a momentum, and what is about the courage to move forward, but with this resistance, the sword momentum has been dissipated, and Yang Ning can only find a way to withdraw the killing sword.

But the sword was locked, and Yang Ning could only use violence to pull the killing sword back.

Zizi ......

The air exploded, and above the spirit whip, there was even more thunder, and there was a faint tendency to follow the spirit whip and invade the redundant incense.

"Humph!" Yu Xiang snorted lightly, and the spirit whip instantly extended, following the sword body of the killing sword, like a spirit snake, regardless of the influence of the thunder, to lock Yang Ning's arm as well.

"Wishful thinking." Above Yang Ning's arm, the flame of the fat soul burned, and in the blood, the flames rose.

The three-foot space suddenly lit up.

"You ......" Yuxiang was also unexpected.

The spirit whip couldn't move an inch, and on top of his spirit whip, it really began to burn with the flames.

"Your flame, is it ......" Yu Xiang's voice trembled a little, unacceptable, his spirit whip was already the peak of the spirit weapon, and it had long been invulnerable, but now this scene could not be explained.

"The fire of the fat soul." Yang Ning's sword trembled, and he pulled back from the lock of the spirit whip.

"What? Fat legacy? "Yu Xiang was shocked, how could the Fat Relic's Soul Fire be subdued by the cultivators? No, it should be said that he was subdued by a cultivator who only had the peak cultivation of the Mountain Building Realm Sixfold Realm? "It's impossible, it's impossible......" Yuxiang didn't believe it, but on top of the spirit whip, there was still a flame burning.

"There is nothing possible or impossible, everything is just fateful." Yang Ning's sword drawing technique did not work, but the killing sword was already out of its sheath, which meant that a big battle could not be avoided.

Yang Ning's body, three feet of space lingers, just went to a three-foot space that is not his own, I am afraid that he was really succeeded by the whip of the redundant incense, but now as long as the distance is opened, Yang Ning will not let history repeat itself.

"Seven-step lore sword." Yang Ning shot out, and a huge sword light pierced through the hundred zhang space.

"Broken Dance Sequence - Smart." The clothes danced casually, and the spirit whip was wrapped around it, guarding the incense.

Bite!

Yang Ning's sword fell, as if it had landed on steel, and a heavy metallic trill was heard.

"This defense?" Yang Ning felt that his tiger's mouth was in pain, and the seven-step lore sword had reached the intermediate level of the Xuan Rank, and he couldn't break through the opponent's defense, which was worthy of being the Holy Maiden of Miao Valley.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ning took out his sword again.

The sword intent has been adjusted smoothly at this moment, and Yang Ning knows that between the two, it is not a matter of life and death, I am afraid it will be a vicious battle.

Yang Ning was not in a hurry, the sword danced, he had broken through the limit twice before, although it was not a breakthrough in the great realm, but it was also a breakthrough, and it needed to be precipitated.

Since it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior for a while, it is just the right time to hone your breakthrough.

The sword light gradually eased down, and every move and sword was very serious, and Yang Ning began to deliberately slow down the rhythm. It is also a good time to use this time to make up for your own consumption.

The operation of Ling Tianjue in the body, although Yang Ning was very serious with every sword, but for Yang Ning, who was cultivating Ling Tianjue, this kind of consumption could even be ignored.

The sword intent is condensed, and the sword is mixed in, Yang Ning began to use the holy maiden, with a sword and a move, tempering his sword rules and tempering his sword heart.

The sword is long in the sky, and the blood is interspersed, but every time, it can't break through the defense of the broken dance order.

"Broken Dance Order—Lingxi." The saintess was very annoyed, at first she thought that Yang Ning's spiritual power was consumed too much, so the sword was weak, but as the battle progressed, the saintess felt more and more that something was wrong.

How can it be? He's practicing his own sword?

In an instant, anger rose, and the end of the spirit whip was like a spirit snake, entwining between them, between defenses, and launching an attack.

And Yang Ning was not panicked, the killing sword was swung, and a bloody curtain fell.

Bite!

Soft and hard, the spirit whip is varied, very weird.

However, Yang Ning is still at ease.

"I didn't expect that this Yang Ning was so strong in cultivation, so consumed, and didn't see fatigue, what the hell......"

"Do you really want him to win every battle and challenge the entire throne?" Qing Zhen's strength has almost recovered, but it is a pity that his right arm will remain there forever, although this is another space in the Fengwang Palace, but this shame will always remain in his name.

"Yes, the sixteen countries of Surabaya must not be allowed to rise." This is the common cognition of all Liangzhou forces.

"What happened a thousand years ago?"

"This Yang Ning, no matter what, has to stop him." It has resonated with many Tianjiao outside Surabaya.

"Broken Dance Sequence—Lingzhi." The broken dance sequence of the incense finally enters the climax.

A body of cultivation, all of it, as the hall said, must not let the sixteen countries of Surabaya rise.

Even if it is a saint of incense, she is not exempt from vulgarity.