The strengthened body of the mana allows him to easily exceed the limits of ordinary human bodies, even without using any means.

"Hey, even if you don't have a spell artist with such a body, you can go to the sports industry to make a difference!" Ning Pingle was amazed.

With a width of more than four meters, he could jump over it at once, and even if he didn't control it a little, he could jump even further.

There is no problem in carrying out [Wish Fighting] in the real world.

Ning Pingle landed on the ground with Jian Youyue in his arms, and heard Jian Youyue muttering:

"No, this ~ is too much than a man who customizes his gender as a woman to participate in a women's competition."

"I'm just kidding, and how dare you assume the gender of someone else...... You should seriously think about which ones are true and which ones are memes! ”

This guy, why did he take his words seriously.

Ning Pingle said, "So you're not a spell master? Is there a way to physically strengthen it with mana? ”

"It could have been done before." Jian Youyue looked ashamed.

"Tsk, after this battle, just talk to me." Ning Pingle said.

"You two pay attention, if there is something to talk about later, that thing is about to come back to life." Ji Ziyang said.

Ning Pingle no longer paid attention to Jian Youyue's matter, but said directly to Ji Ziyang:

"Ziyang, that sword soul seems to be a class guide of our Tiandu University, I don't know why it has become the way it is now."

"Class guide? There are only a dozen or so spellcasters resident in Tiandu University, and each of them has a name and a surname......

Wait a minute, that sword soul is the Northern Dao Zhang Zichuan?

, Ning Pingle, Jian Youyue, run, that's not our opponent to win at all! Ji Ziyang's panicked voice came from Bluetooth.

“ahhhh~”

A terrifying scream was heard.

In the frightened gaze of the three of them, the original [Northern Dao Zhang Zichuan] raised his head to the sky and roared, and gusts of howling wind spread to all directions, blowing the neighboring Jian Youyue to stagger.

Ning Pingle stretched out his hand and grabbed Jian Youyue, who was a little unbalanced in her body, and then saw Zhang Zichuan's brain slowly blooming, like a blooming evil flower, and one after another filthy black light rose to the sky, dyeing a small piece of the sky into ink.

The suffocating feeling of black clouds crushing the city enveloped this area that ordinary people could not see.

……

……

【Below the residential area】

A little girl looked up at the sky and gently took her mother's hand:

"Mom, it's dark!"

A young woman dressed in a sophisticated costume who can make people say "Mrs. I can" looks suspiciously at the sky, only to find that there is nothing in the sky.

She lowered her head and stroked her daughter's head, and said:

"Siying, it's still early today, my mother still has some things, so I can't go back to the hotel to rest so quickly."

The little girl's eyes rolled slightly, and with a cheerful smile on her face, she said:

"I see, Mom."

……

……

【On the rooftop】

Everyone watched Zhang Zichuan's head "bloom", and as if he had no pain, he directly inserted his right hand into his brain, accompanied by ink-like liquid gushing.

When the hand was pulled out of his head, a blade that looked like a living body slowly poked out.

The tentacles that were wrapped around his arms were rooted in Zhang Zichuan's arm like tentacles, and Ning Pingle saw that among the tentacles climbing on Zhang Zichuan's shoulders, suddenly a tentacle swelled rapidly, and a crack bloomed on the tentacles.

In the crack, a pitch-black eyeball looked around as if it were looking at the new world.

I saw that the eyeball sensed something instantly, and focused directly on Ning Pingle.

The strange and evil eyes made him a little flustered.

Where did this Zhang Zichuan spinal cord sword come from?

"Knife Slash...... Flesh, heart slash...... Soul. ”

A hint of a smile appeared on Zhang Zichuan's pale face, and his eyes stared directly at Ning Pingle, jumping into the air like a winged giant.

A long knife made of turbid water instantly took shape in his hand, wrapped in terrifying strength, and swung down towards Ning Pingle.

Ning Pingle reacted quickly, and the trekking pole in his hand slammed at Zhang Zichuan again, and the bleak knife light collided with the trekking pole wrapped in Ning Pingle's mantra.

On the one hand, it is a flesh strengthened by a large amount of mana, but the power skills are lacking.

One side is under a relatively limited amount of mana, accurately wrapping the mana around the body, and every time it is a shocking blow infused with its own strength.

In this way, the two sides came to a hand-to-hand encounter.

"It's so heavy......"

Ning Pingle said sullenly.

Under this collision, Ning Pingle felt that Jian Youyue had applied it to him, and the Purifying Divine Spell used to restrain the mana had been affected.

Fortunately, his physical fitness is already good, and under the strengthening of his mana, although he has no skills, he still relies on his physique to do nonsense, and he blasts this [Sword Soul] away again.

"Strange? Why did he hesitate again? ”

Ning Pingle looked at Zhang Zichuan suspiciously, this was not the first time.

From the beginning of his fight with Zhang Zichuan, he clearly felt that this sword soul always seemed to slow down his attack a little in some strange places.

But he soon ran out of time to think about why.

A storm of sword light appeared in front of him, and the trekking poles in his hand could only be forced to stand up and block.

Rao is mana is riddled with power, but under this stormy attack, a huge flaw is still revealed in an instant.

His body lost control and fell crookedly in the direction of Jian Youyue.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Jian Youyue beside her had a look of fear on her face, and she was still trying to recite the mantra that had slowed down by more than ten or twenty times:

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan, Wan Qi Root ......"

Ji Ziyang in the distance had already reloaded the bullets and was aiming at Zhang Zichuan, who had come over on the high platform.

And this Zhang Zichuan, who has changed into a knife soul, is wrapped in a tsunami-like twisted mana with the living knife in his hand, and his numb eyes are staring at him, ready to swing the knife at any time.

At this moment, above the cloud-covered sky, there seemed to be a voice that broke through the air like a sword from the sky, echoing in my ears.

A pair of dark green earthly eyes slowly opened, like a morning bell in the evening, and a voice mixed with divine coldness sounded:

"Do you want to use it more often?"

The voice said.

Frequency? How often?

The unwavering conviction hidden in that voice seemed to announce to the whole world that He would command everything, arrogant and confident.

This extreme self-confidence gave him a strong urge to say yes for a while, and it seemed that after making a promise, everything would be different.

But......

Ning Pingle quickly reacted to who the owner of this voice was.

Who else could it be other than the brutal Xiangliu who was being locked up in a small dark room by himself.

Of course, Ning Pingle knew that if Xiangliu came out, all this situation would change.

There is no doubt about the strength of Xiangliu's strength.

He had personally felt the destructive power when she used her body to fight with Zhou Beimo.

There is no doubt that even in a crippled state, she is still the fierce god who devoured the nine mountains and flooded several countries.

Strength is her synonym, and destroying a city is nothing more than a matter of capture for her.

This is a real monster that is alive and capable of unleashing the destructive power of the Great Ivan, nicknamed "Ivan the Great", on a continuous basis.

The scene in that time slot in the dormitory of Tiandu University is still vivid, and it can be said that as long as she is released, the current crisis will be directly reversed.

However, this is what Sang-ryu wants, but not what he wants.

[Xiangliu corpse] is out of the cage, and there are endless troubles.

After devouring some of the corpses of Xiangliu in the organization, he got a chance for Xiangliu to help him go all out.

But for Ning Pingle, this opportunity is not to be used...... Only the chips that are pinched in the hand but not issued are worth negotiating.

Sang-ryu is not an easy lord to deal with, but he seems to take the oath very seriously.

What's more...... Isn't the time backtracking of the twelve flower gods used in this kind of moment?

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to say in his heart:

"I refuse!"