"How is that possible!"

Jian Yang's eyes were cracking, and he tried his best to dodge, but there was always a force pulling, making his efforts come to naught!

Seeing that the spear was attacking his body, and he was about to pass through his chest in the next second, Jian Yang's eyes showed despair.

"Would you have that on the same face?"

Jian Yang's desperation made Ning Yu's expression move, he sighed in his heart, and pressed his hand down.

The tip of the spear that struck Jian Yang's chest stabbed Jian Yang's left shoulder.

The tip of the 0 spear was like a meat grinder, taking away the flesh and blood on Jian Yang's left shoulder, forming a terrifying blood hole.

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, Jian Yang's teeth clenched, his face suddenly turned pale, and the severe pain made all his momentum vent.

After all, Ning Yu still kept his hand, and did not hurt Jian Yang's muscles and bones, but only took away some of the flesh and blood.

Otherwise, this shot can definitely shatter Jian Yang's entire shoulder joint.

Jian Yang endured the pain and retreated frantically, the coldness in his neck never decreased, but he never felt that there was a murderous aura in this coldness, and his pale face was full of complexity.

"Ning Yusheng!"

The referee announced the result, and Jian Yang stopped, standing opposite Ning Yu with bitterness.

"Why?"

"The prince of the become...... Loser Cole!"

After Ning Yu finished speaking, he withdrew the gun that was hanging around Jian Yang's neck, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Covering his shoulders, Jian Yang was silent.

Seeing that Jian Yang was silent, Ning Yu didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

What is the king and the loser, it's all nonsense!

Ning Yu just wanted to pretend to be a force......

Besides, he has already killed a Tang Tang and offended the Tang family, so he doesn't know how to deal with it.

If he kills Jian Yang again and offends Yanyu Villa, then he will really have to go back.

"Beware of Dongfang Xun ......"

Jian Yang's soft voice made Ning Yu's figure pause, smiled, nodded, and left the competition platform.

As soon as he came down from the competition platform, he saw Yang Xunchuan looking at him with shiny eyes, which made his heart furious, and his expression was full of vigilance.

"Brother Yang, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't mind, brother, tell my brother, what is the reputation of your last move?

Yang Xunchuan salivated and rubbed his hands, how obscene and obscene he was, which made Ning Yu a little speechless.

"Tsk...... With your small body, I look at the hanging ......."

"Don't mind...... What if I'm so talented that I learn it all at once?"

Yang Xunchuan's face was flattering, as a fellow practitioner, Ning Yu didn't guess what Yang Xunchuan had to do.

Rolling his eyes, Ning Yu didn't bother to pay attention to it, and left the venue alone.

Twenty into ten, in the end, only Ning Yu was left to enter it.

Next, the top ten qualifying matches made Ning Yu feel a lot of pressure.

The others are okay, even if it is cold, at most it is half a catty and eight taels with Jian Yang, and Ning Yu is not worried at all.

Even if it was Mo Yanbai, becoming a junior sword spirit was a certainty, and Ning Yu was just under pressure.

After all, there is no hatred between him and Mo Yanbai.

Only Dongfang Xun ......

Because of Shang Ye's relationship, even if Ning Yu didn't want to make a feud with Dongfang Xun, since he had already promised to help Shang Ye take revenge, there was no other way out.

What's more, the hatred above the festival is not full, and when it happens, it must be resolved.

All kinds of signs show that Dongfang Xun wants to get rid of him quickly, and Ning Yu can't be careless.

"Just because of Xuanling Flower, you want to kill me......?

Ning Yu frowned lightly, very puzzled.

He didn't understand why Dongfang Xun wanted to get rid of him.

Even if he rebelled against Dongfang Xun's face twice or three times, it would not be to the point of seeing each other in life and death.

What is it for?

After thinking about it for a long time, Ning Yu couldn't think of a reason.

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In the inner courtyard of Yulin Academy, there is a small attic that is remote and quiet.

Within a radius of several miles, they are all lush, red and willow green, a scene of paradise.

Bei Ningxue stood in front of the attic, with sorrow between her eyebrows.

"Snow falls on the Sword Saint, the teacher is invited. ”

In the small attic, a young man dressed as a scholar walked out and saluted Beining Xue.

Bei Ningxue nodded, followed the scholar who led the way, and walked in.

"Old dean, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come unharmed. ”

"Are you okay?"

The tone is full of deep meaning.

Bei Ningxue stood quietly, looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him with a flat face.

I haven't seen him for many years, and he always looks radiant, but at this time he has become rickety.

The old dean squinted, raised his thin hand and put it between his eyebrows, called the scholar, and closed the door.

"Sit!"

The old dean gestured and poured a cup of tea for Beining Xue.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Bei Ningxue sat down, and the sorrow between her eyebrows was even stronger.

For a while, both of them were silent, and the atmosphere seemed depressing.

After the tea, Bei Ningxue finally couldn't hold back and asked, "How long is it?"

As soon as the words started, the old dean's action of pouring tea paused, and then the bitterness hung on the old face.

"It's not far away......"

In the words, there is bitterness, bitterness, nostalgia, and ...... Fear!

Bei Ningxue took a deep breath, and the sorrow between her eyebrows turned into incomprehension.

"Don't step out until you have to......"

That's it...... Hello for yourself......"

The old dean said, lowering his eyelids, looking like he was about to die.

This demeanor was clearly thanking the guests, which made Bei Ningxue frown.

"Do you have any arrangements for the situation after that?"

“......”

For a long time, Bei Ningxue did not get a reply from the old dean.

With a wry smile, Bei Ningxue got up and prepared to leave.

Approaching the door, his expression moved, and he said indifferently: "My son...... at your academy. ”

After saying that, he disappeared in the same place.

At this time, the old dean opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes showed a fine light.

"Son of the Snowfall Sword Saint?"

The old dean reclined down, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the tabletop.

"Time is also life......"

It was a long time before the old dean sighed.

After living for hundreds of years, how could he not hear the meaning of Beining Snow?

"Huh...... You're the only girl who dares to threaten me......"

Under the old face, shrewdness and wisdom are revealed.

"Ziyue, check this Ning Yu ......"

"Yes, teacher. ”

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The 20-in-10 competition, after fierce competition, has ended.

The people in the top ten are all close to the peak of the sword master.

But all freshmen, and even mentors, know that this top ten ranking has a lot of moisture.

Those who have good things have preliminarily sorted out the top ten rankings through the competition records of the past two days.

The first place is naturally Mo Yanbai, who is suspected of being a junior sword spirit.

Ning Yu and Dongfang Xun tied for second place, which was recognized by most of the freshmen.

In third place is Leng Bing, followed by Jian Yang, and then ......

It's Yang Xunchuan and Ziyun.

Even if Yang Xunchuan was defeated in the hands of Dongfang Xun, he was only weaker, if he fought for his life, in fact, the two of them were five or five.

If Ziyun hadn't met Mo Yanbai and other people, the terrifying poison arts, the top ten, would definitely have a place for her.

In the first ten miles, except for Mo Yanbai, Ning Yu, Dongfang Xun, and Leng Bing, the rest were either Dongfang Xun and Leng Bing's subordinates, or they were people with no reputation and no brilliance.

This battle for the top ten, in the final analysis, is actually a battle between Mo Yanbai, Ning Yu and Dongfang Xun.

Even if it is cold, in the eyes of the freshmen, it is far inferior to these three people.

The hospital naturally understands that after a night of research by many tutors, Lin Cheng, the vice president, finally made the decision.

The battle for the top ten rankings is no longer to draw lots to catch the right ones, but to challenge them by name.

Those who fail in 20 can also challenge the top 10!

As soon as such rules were announced, the freshmen completely exploded.

As soon as the day dawned, the venue was crowded with people, and there were three layers inside and three layers outside the doutai, and it was surrounded by water.

"What the hell is the idea of the hospital?"

"Isn't that good, don't you have a chance......"

Ning Yu clasped his hands, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

This rule is clearly to make the students who are unlucky and have been brushed down turn over again.

The academy is not a fool, the top ten are related to the double list, once you enter it, even if the tutor is unwilling, you have to guide.

And except for Mo Yanbai and Ning Yu, the rest of the people ......

There is a suspicion of forming a party!

The reason for this is all about trade-offs.

While being happy for Yang Xunchuan and the others, Ning Yu looked at Dongfang Xun's side with cold eyes.

"Revenge is not overnight, I have broken my promise......"

Muttering in his mouth, Ning Yu suppressed the killing intent that was about to rise in his heart.

Adjusting his mentality, Ning Yulong walked in a tiger step, jumped up, and stood on the competition platform.

"Ho ......"

An exclamation set the entire venue on fire.

Thousands of calculations, the students watching the battle could not be counted, Ning Yu was the first to appear.

Shoot the first bird!

The image that Ning Yu gives people is not the kind of stunned blue, but more like a cunning fox.

expressed great puzzlement about Ning Yu's behavior as a bird.

In the mentor stands, Lin Cheng and Duolin frowned at the same time.

"Got out of sight?"

Lin Cheng said secretly in his heart, and then vetoed it.

As the youngest vice president of the Feather Forest Academy, at the age of forty, he had already reached the half-step Sword Emperor.

In addition to the peerless Tianjiao such as Lingjue and Mirage Jiuyin, it is the palace master of the Nine Cloud Palace, Bei Ningxue, the hall master of the Yama Palace, the thunder prison, and the peak sword saint who has achieved the peak in sixty years.

Further down, it is him Lin Cheng!

The only one who can compare with him is Yun Ling......

But it took Yun Ling sixty years to reach the peak of the Sword Emperor, and in terms of talent, Yun Ling was even inferior to him.

How could he look away like this?

"I see......"

After a long time, Lin Cheng saw that Ning Yu's gaze had been staying at Dongfang Xun's side, and he suddenly realized.

The point where Ning Yu's eyes converged was the rebellious young man.

That, the boy who crushed Naono's limbs!

Ning Yu on the stage, the more he looked at it, the more anger and hatred in his heart became.

In the end, Ning Yu couldn't suppress it anymore and shouted.

"You, dare to go on stage to fight!"

"Win or lose, but also decide life and death!"

When the words fell, the audience was in an uproar!

Whoever it is, this moment is a gasp.

They never thought that Ning Yu would be so resolute, even if he was a bird, he actually proposed ......

Fight to the death!

For a while, Ning Yu became the focus of the entire venue!