The golden dragon transformed by the origin of the Nine Dragons Sword was suppressed by the Fusang seal after all, and it could not have spirituality like the glazed fire dragon, and it lost the characteristics of independent defense, so it was stunned to break the dragon body!

"Whew!" Ling Ziqian was distracted by the golden dragon's fragile defenses when a sound of breaking the air came from below!

Ling Ziqian, who had no time to defend, could only dodge and dodge, and when he turned around, he saw a blazing fireball accompanied by a pitch-black figure shooting out from the head of the golden dragon!

This black shadow is the boy in the original golden dragon, the boy can't control the divine sword in his hand very well, while borrowing the powerful power of the divine sword, he is also firmly trapped in the golden dragon's body, if it weren't for Ling Ziqian to break through the golden dragon body, the young man will be sucked dry by the divine sword sooner or later!

"Your Excellency is my Huaxia thing, can you return it?" Ling Ziqian lightly jumped down from the golden dragon that was beginning to collapse, and smiled gently.

"Roar!" Before the young man in the black samurai suit could answer, the glazed fire dragon roared first, leaned over, like a dragon absorbing water, swallowed the golden dragon that had completely lost its resistance into its belly, and then swung its dragon tail with satisfaction and went straight to the sky!

When the glazed fire dragon rose to a certain height, it suddenly disappeared, everyone didn't care, and they all focused their attention on the two people facing each other in the field, only Ling Ziqian glanced thoughtfully at the place where the glazed fire dragon disappeared, as if he had found it, and his expression was a little trance for a while.

The Fusang boy is not a mediocre hand, although he doesn't know why the other side is distracted, but he decisively seized the opportunity to attack, which also caused the little monk to be anxious in the camp of Jiangsu and Zhejiang students, and scolded the Fusang boy for not talking about the morality of the rivers and lakes!

The Fusang boy was unmoved, he inserted the sword backhanded, fixed it behind his back, the katana at his waist was unsheathed, and more than a dozen sword lights were cut out in an instant, and the white and bright sword light like a crescent moon seemed to be disorderly, but in fact, it had shrouded Ling Ziqian's vital body!

Before the sword light came, the major vital points on Ling Ziqian's body had already aroused dense goosebumps, and Ling Ziqian also came back to his senses, his feet were light, and his feet stepped on Tiangang, like a dancing butterfly, blooming his own dazzling style in the deadly brilliance!

Although the Fusang boy who missed the blow was amazed by Ling Ziqian's keen danger perception ability, his movements did not stop for a moment, and before Ling Ziqian could completely split the sword light, he had already opened his mouth and spit out a blazing pillar of fire, directly covering all the ranges that Ling Ziqian could dodge!

The corner of Ling Ziqian's eyes swept to a red color, without hesitation, he waved a thunderbolt with his backhand between the spins and jumps, and the action was as natural as the clouds and flowing water of his peers, as if he was not fighting, but playing among the mountains and rivers, without the slightest sense of tension, even the people watching the battle unconsciously relaxed their minds, as if this was just a competition between fellow brothers and sisters!

However, the Fusang boy didn't dare to relax at all, but desperately squeezed his potential, because the moment the palm thunder collided with the fire escape, the Fusang boy felt the terrifying power contained in the thunder, the huge power was firmly controlled within a certain range, and there was not even the slightest leakage of breath, only by facing it head-on could he feel the thunderous and violent energy!

When the ordinary opponent tried his best to break the fire escape, he had to accept the full force that he had been preparing for a long time without being guarded, and even if he was on guard, he would be in a hurry because he couldn't determine his position in the fire escape.

But like now, the opponent's random blow, not only completely broke the fire escape, but also turned defense into offense, forcing him to completely retreat, in the competition between peers, he is still the first time to experience, but the Fusang boy is also a veteran of a hundred battles, although the arm of the electric wire emitted by the palm thunder is numb, but his waist twisted, his feet stepped suddenly, and with the power of the whole body rotation, he forcibly avoided the palm thunder, and by the power of this turn, the tip of the knife was in front, accelerating and rotating and rushing towards Ling Ziqian!

However, with a seemingly inadvertent move, Ling Ziqian avoided the Fusang boy's blade, and then backhanded a little and pointed straight at the Fusang boy's waist!

The Fuso boy missed the frontal blow and was about to swing the knife with his backhand, but he didn't want a force to come from his waist, this force was not great, but in an instant, he scattered the strength of his body, and the strength that the Fuso boy had just lifted immediately disappeared without a trace, and the katana in his hand that was regarded as a treasure almost flew out sideways! Not only that, but the Fuso boy who was still spinning, after the force dissipated, suddenly couldn't control the inertia generated by the spinning sprint, and his body lost its balance and smashed straight to the ground!

From the Fusang boy drawing his sword to losing his balance, so many complicated things actually happened in just a few breaths, and the mood of the people watching the battle also rose and fell, especially the little monk, everything happened too fast, and after experiencing anger, joy, worry, and joy, he didn't know what expression to use to express his emotions, because the changes in his emotions could not keep up with the development of the battle!

The Fusang boy's body still slammed heavily on the ground, but at the moment when the body was impacted, the force on his waist also dissipated, and the Fuso boy bounced up the moment he regained control of his body, and then rolled a few times, quickly pulling away from the possible pursuit!

However, Ling Ziqian obviously had no intention of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, just standing quietly in place, letting his long hair flutter in the wind, and his heart was as calm as flowing water, not at all like he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, but like the boy next door who had just returned from a walk with his friends!

The Fusang boy held the knife in both hands, calmed down a little flustered, and then retracted his right arm, and the katana was retracted to the right side, at eye level, and the tip of the knife pointed at Ling Ziqian from afar.

"You are a respectable opponent, in the lower Fuso land Shinobu Miyamoto Junxia, please advise!" Miyamoto Junxia said seriously.

Miyamoto Junxia is the son of destiny of this session, and it is known as the first day since the establishment of Fuso, and he has reached the realm of earth ninja at a young age, and he has reached the realm of the master of the day after tomorrow, only one level lower than the realm of the heavenly ninja realm of Hattori Hirakawa, the president of the Fuso Ninja Academy!

Even if he was born in a small country like Fusang, he couldn't hide his dazzling light, and his talent could already compete with the young people of the first tier in China!

Originally, this martial arts exercise, Miyamoto Junxia was also full of spirit, and wanted to take advantage of this to soar into the sky, but unfortunately before the martial arts exercise began, he was so frustrated, and he could sense that the peer in front of him who made him like a great enemy was one level lower than him in the cultivation realm, only quite in the realm of forbearance!

"Ling Ziqian, a Qi Refiner in Xia Kunlun, please!" Ling Ziqian's right hand was slightly drawn, and a thunder pattern lit up slightly in his palm, and the Dao Dao Thunder was not released, just waiting for the enemy to step forward, he could launch a thunder strike!

Miyamoto Chunxia didn't know that Ling Ziqian's cultivation realm was difficult to improve because of his own physique, so he could only continue to refine the true yuan in his body, so if he talked about the purity and strength of the Taoist true yuan, even a Qi refiner who was one realm higher than him might not be able to match it!

Although Ling Ziqian is young, he is familiar with all the Taoist classics at the age of eight, at the age of thirteen, he is proficient in the Buddhist classics at the age of fifteen, and he is now nineteen.

"Be careful!" Although Miyamoto Chunxia is a Fuso person, his Chinese language is extremely pure, I saw the long knife in his hand picked, and a half-moon knife light rose to the sky, Miyamoto Chunxia moved with the Daoguang, his body was divided into three, and each sprinted with a knife!

Seeing that the sword light was about to approach, Ling Ziqian had no sorrow or joy, the thunder pattern in his right hand flashed, and a thunder light flashed out from his palm, accurately hitting the sword light that flew in front of him!

"Whew!" The sword light and the thunder light were extinguished together, and the chaotic air flow generated by the collision of the two energies stirred up the loess on the ground, and in an instant, the place where the two fought was dusty!

The flying dust not only interfered with the vision of everyone watching the battle, but also seriously disturbed the vision of the two warring people, but Fuso Ninja has long been trained in assassination without vision, so he has an innate advantage!

The sharp blade seemed to have dissolved into a yellow curtain, without making the slightest sound, and slashed straight at Ling Ziqian's neck!

"Ding!" Ling Ziqian's eyes were closed, his ears trembled slightly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers in front of him, and a crisp metal clash sound came, and the katana disappeared from the dust again!

Ling Ziqian waved his sleeves, and a soft air flow dispersed in all directions, and the strange thing was that the dust that should have been dispersed with the wind not only did not disperse, but became more dense, making the visual interference in the field even more serious!

Fusang forbearance, dust!

"Whoosh!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three katanas were divided into three directions, upper, middle, and lower, and stabbed towards Ling Ziqian together!

"Shhhhh

Without hesitation, Ling Ziqian grabbed his right hand with his backhand, and his fingers actually touched an entity!

"Hum!" Ling Ziqian's right hand threw forward, and at the same time, his left hand poked in front of him, and his middle finger and index finger actually firmly clamped the tip of a knife that was constantly trembling!

"Whew!" In just an instant, the black shadow that was grabbed by Ling Ziqian had not yet landed, and the tip of the knife was still pinched in Ling Ziqian's hand, and a blazing fireball erupted from the black shadow's mouth!

Ling Ziqian's right arm, which had not yet been withdrawn, suddenly opened, and a swift thunderbolt roared out, and at the same time as shattering the fireball, it also pressed the black shadow along with Ling Ziqian's palm!

At the same time, Ling Ziqian's left hand probed, and after his fingers touched a hard object, his five fingers suddenly contracted, holding it firmly in his palm, and in the next moment, the thunder in his right palm suddenly exploded, pushing the black figure far away!

The swift thunder not only defeated Miyamoto Junxia, but also broke the ninjutsu he cast on the flying dust, and the dust gradually dispersed under the breeze, and under the sunlight, a slender figure stood proudly with a sword in the faint dust mist!