He had a goal that these young talents in Changling couldn't imagine at all, and he also had a cultivation experience that they couldn't understand at all, so just by virtue of the sense of power brought by the first dull sound, he could already be sure that one of them must be He Chaoxi, who had the most outstanding physical strength.

As for the other person, it must be one of Zhang Yi, Su Qin and Nangong Caishu.

If two tigers fight, one will be injured, and this is also a rare opportunity for him.

So he put on his dried clothes as fast as he could, and without even eating the rest of the roast, he hurried in the direction from which the sound came.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on the viewing platform were deeply attracted by the battle between He Chaoxi and Nangong Caishu, but some people still noticed Ding Ning's abnormal movement at this moment.

For example, Xie Rou.

She was a little incomprehensible.

In her mind, at this time, Ding Ning, who was very weak compared to these strong men, shouldn't he hide well and stay away from the place of battle, what was he doing with such a fast speed?

......

The battle between Nangong Caishu and He Chaoxi is not over yet.

In a cloud of scattered smoke and dust, her arms kept trembling, and Nangong Caishu, whose palms were covered with lacerations, stood up again with difficulty.

Every corner of her robe turned red and began to drip blood.

She looked at He Chaoxi in the mist directly in front of her.

She knew that she couldn't defeat He Chaoxi at all in terms of physical strength and the True Yuan Exercises she cultivated.

But she wanted to give it another try.

Because even a cultivator who has reached the True Yuan Realm cannot turn into a small pond that gathers the vitality of heaven and earth in the Sword Sacrifice Canyon, nor can he replenish the True Yuan.

If both sides run out of true elements, then the only thing that will determine the outcome is pure physical strength, sword skills, and true combat experience.

She wanted to see if her sword skills and real combat experience were any stronger.

So she lightly spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with some mud crumbs, looked at He Chaoxi and said: "Your true yuan should not be much left, and the following sword will let everyone solve the true yuan." ”

He Chaoxi's brows jumped slightly.

Nangong Caishu's strength did not surprise him, but her will and determination to win were completely beyond his expectations.

However, he certainly wouldn't be afraid of such a challenge.

He took a deep breath, remained silent, and slashed his sword again, only unlike the previous two times, he began to take the initiative and began to rush forward.

Not only did the Withering Glory Recipe he cultivated have the magic of transforming the power between withering and glory, but also the True Yuan stored in the Qi Sea was a little more than ordinary cultivation techniques, coupled with his strong physical strength, even if he didn't use the True Yuan, he could defeat the vast majority of the cultivators of the Second Realm, so he had the confidence to harvest on the first day.

It's just that there are still existences like Zhang Yi and Su Qin, so he still wants to leave a little true yuan, and at this moment, he wants to rely on his physical strength as much as possible to deal with the challenge of Nangong Caishu.

His explosive power is amazing, where his feet land, there are all pits, just a sprint of more than ten zhang away, and a terrifying wind has already risen in front of him.

Large expanses of fallen leaves were swept up by the wind brought up by his body, forming a moving wall of fallen leaves.

The withered yellow sword in his hand slashed forward.

It seems that the turmoil is not alarmed, but there is a sense of heat spreading on the blade of the sword.

A line of fire fell on the wall formed by the countless flying fallen leaves in front of him.

Bang.

The fire took advantage of the wind, and countless flying fallen leaves burned violently.

Under the compression of his sword qi, countless fallen leaves that had been completely burned were compressed into a small space, and the hot qi collided for a while, generating even greater pressure, and suddenly bursting out with stronger power.

Many disciples of the Qingteng Sword Academy understood where this sword came from.

"Dead wood makes fire", this is a formula in the dead wood sword scripture of the Qingteng Sword Academy.

The Deadwood Sword Sutra is also one of the deepest sword scriptures in the Qingteng Sword Academy.

Not only did He Chaoxi practice the True Yuan Technique the best in the Qingteng Sword Academy, but the sword scripture he cultivated turned out to be the most profound in the Qingteng Sword Academy.

On the viewing platform, Gu Xichun frowned slightly, and He Chaoxi's performance at this moment even made him feel a faint threat.

Seeing the sudden formation of fire in front of her, Nangong Caishu hesitated slightly, but in the next moment, her eyes became extremely firm.

Ignoring the sharp pain of the shattered flesh of her palm rubbing against the hilt, she gripped the hilt tighter.

She poured all the true elements in her body into her two swords.

The fish-patterned iron sword slashed out of her right hand unusually straight, heading towards the withered yellow sword that came with a ball of fire that was about to explode.

Waves of power continued to erupt on the sword's body.

It's just a sword, but it's like countless waves slapping, like countless swords.

This is what she is best at, the pure pursuit of the fierce Liancheng sword technique.

Bang.

Countless burning dead leaves turned into countless tiny embers, and the compressed fire finally burst at this time.

The straight fish-patterned iron sword came to a sudden halt in countless sparks, and as the withered yellow sword slashed at its body with a blazing air current, the iron sword bent again, and could no longer stay in its master's hand, and flew out diagonally upward.

With a sword slashing the fish-patterned iron sword that flew Nangong Caishu, He Chaoxi's heart sank.

A sharp roar burst out from between Nangong Caishu's lips and teeth, and he felt an incomparably strong force pressing on his sword body again.

This is another small sword of Nangong Caishu.

However, at this moment, this sword is also an incomparably fierce Liancheng sword momentum.

He shook his head helplessly, and the remaining true yuan in his body could not be retained and penetrated towards the sword in his hand.

A strong force slammed into the sword in his left hand.

Nangong Caishu, who had already been prepared, jumped up to the back side, and at the same time his five fingers were slightly loose, raised back, and clenched again!

Beads of blood flew from between the hilt of the sword and her palm.

She still held the sword in her hand.

However, at this moment, she saw He Chaoxi raise her head.

His whole body was also shaking, but his knees were slightly bent, and his body did not take a single step.

The withered yellow sword in his hand paused slightly in the air for only a moment, and then slashed directly at her like lightning.

Nangong Caishu forcibly swung his sword and slashed.

When there was a bang.

Her sword still didn't let go of her hand, but the withered yellow sword light slashed past her waist as soon as it sank and pressed.

Blood poured from her waist, and half of her robe was wet.

Nangong Caishu let out a mournful cry and fell backwards.

Her grief at the moment was not because of pain, but because of strong unwillingness and helplessness.

She had successfully forced He Chaoxi to use even the true yuan she wanted to save at the end, but she was still one line away, and the last trace of strength gap still made her movements a little slower than He Chaoxi, unable to seal He Chaoxi's sword momentum.

At this moment, although the sword wound on her waist is not serious and not deep, if she wants to continue fighting, she will not be able to deal with the wound at all, and a large amount of blood loss will make her completely lose her combat strength, and even fall into a coma soon.

He Chaoxi was ready to move again.

It was precisely because of his respect for Nangong Caishu that he was no longer ready to let Nangong Caishu fight.

However, at this moment, a voice with a serious wheezing voice sounded: "When I came in, I told you that I would run away if I couldn't fight, and you want to fight like this." ”

On the viewing platform, Xie Changsheng's eyes kept following Nangong Caishu's body, watching the blood on Nangong Caishu's body flow more and more, his expression became more and more nervous, until this moment, he suddenly found that there was one more person not far from Nangong Caishu and He Chaoxi, and after seeing that person's figure clearly, he suddenly screamed with an extremely ugly face, "Ding Ning came here to make a fuss!"

At this moment, Nangong Caishu also judged who the person was from the voice, her face was initially a little surprised, but it immediately turned into anger, and her cry sounded almost at the same time as Xie Changsheng's shout: "Ding Ning, you have also arrived in this area, what are you doing here!"

"What is Ding Ning doing here, does he still want to pick up a bargain?"

Many people on the viewing platform had just seen Ding Ning's arrival at this time, and such thoughts popped up in their minds at the same time.

"I'm here to pick up the bargain. Only then did such a thought come to their minds, and Ding Ning had already said this.

He looked at Nangong Caishu and He Chaoxi, and looked as a matter of course: "Now that one True Yuan is exhausted and one is seriously injured, isn't it the best time to pick up cheap?"

Nangong Caishu was furious and wanted to say something, but Ding Ning glanced at her calmly and said, "If you don't have more than blood, I'm afraid that even the master of your Qingteng Sword Academy will come to forcibly interrupt your trial, and I can't pick up the bargain." ”

Nangong Caishu was stunned, she still couldn't understand Ding Ning's behavior at the moment, but after she gritted her teeth, she still began to stop the bleeding quickly.

Because no matter what happened next, if she didn't have more than blood, the master of the Qingteng Sword Academy would indeed rush to terminate her trial immediately.

"Do you want to help her?" He Chaoxi, who had been silent since Ding Ning appeared, saw something, looked at Ding Ning and asked.

Ding Ning shook his head: "This rule is not allowed. ”

He Chaoxi ignored what he said, looked at his eyes and the remnant sword on his waist seriously, and said softly: "I'm glad she has a friend like you, but you are too weak." ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Nangong Caishu shouted angrily: "Ding Ning, I don't need you to care, you run away!"

"Shut up and save some effort, or I'll be the first to deal with you. ”

Ding Ning glanced at him, then turned around and looked at He Chaoxi.

"I haven't fought, how do I know if I can't win?"

He spoke calmly.

Nangong Caishu's face was originally extremely ugly, and she was about to make a move on Ding Ning, but Ding Ning's words and tone at the moment made her pause suddenly.

"And it's all here, with my speed and physical strength, I can't escape if I want to. ”

But then Ding Ning spit out another sentence, but it made her eyes darken, and she almost had the urge to scold rudely.