Ning Ze took out the whip, mobilized his qi and qi, and shone brightly......

The old man's brows furrowed, and he sighed in his heart: What a pure qi path cultivation, he can see that Ning Ze is also a water system martial artist, but the true qi emits such light, this disciple of Huaxi Caolu, it must not be easy to perceive when he is subtle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Zifeng saw that Ning Ze's whip had come out, and the soft sword in his hand also shook, and the emerald green sword shot out towards Ning Ze, Ning Ze also shot out the whip, and the two sharp edges, one green and one bright, collided and dissipated at the same time.

Zhang Zifeng is a late stage of cultivation, two small realms higher than Ning Ze, Ning Ze is not surprised by this, after all, he fought the fierce ape at the peak of the Tongshen and slaughtered the black Jiao in the late stage of the Tongshen.

This was just a temptation, and both of them knew each other's qi path cultivation.

Zhang Zifeng, his hand shook, the soft sword straightened, and the four-foot thin sword went straight to Ning Ze's throat like a steel wire, and Ning Ze blocked it with a whip......

"Buzzing ......" whip sword contact, the straight sword bent as if it was not forced, the tip of the sword bypassed the whip, stabbed straight in the chest, Ning Ze's feet moved, and quickly retreated......

Zhang Zifeng paced, the human sword was one, like an arrow off the string, with the sword as the edge, shot over, Ning Ze hit the sword body with a whip, the sword became soft again, the tip of the sword drilled his eyes, Ning Ze dodged again, Zhang Zifeng attacked again, so step by step, Ning Ze forced the whole audience to dodge......

The old man watching the battle twisted his beard and nodded incessantly, very satisfied with the performance of his disciples.

Ning Ze seemed to have no power to fight back, but in fact, this was not the case, except for the first few swords that surprised him a lot and he was at a loss, and he was familiar with the soft sword attack later, otherwise, he didn't care about it, he opened the distance with the lotus step by step, and hit the god with a whip, the martial artist in the micro realm couldn't catch it at all, and it was half an hour, Ning Ze completely understood the advantages and disadvantages of the soft sword.

He counterattacked casually, no longer dodging, no matter how fast Zhang Zifeng's sword was, how complicated his swordsmanship was, he only used the whip to point the tip of the soft sword, no matter which angle Zhang Zifeng took out the sword, what follow-up changes did his sword have, Ning Ze only hit the tip of the sword......

Zhang Zifeng couldn't use his sword moves continuously, and when the whip hit the tip of the sword, he had to withdraw his sword to dodge the whip, otherwise the soft sword would rebound and hurt himself.

The soft sword is like a snake, it is very hard to straighten, soft and boneless, and can be changed at will, the snake's attack is the head, and the same is true for the soft sword, its power is all at the tip of the sword, giving up the attacks such as chopping and cutting of the conventional sword, leaving only the thorn ......

Once Ning Ze sees through, he will naturally have a solution, he will not think about attacking seven inches, the soft sword has no seven inches, once it hits seven inches, the tip of the sword will only take life, and will not defend back, it is like a snake, but it is lifeless, and naturally there is no cover door......

The old man couldn't laugh, the disciple's swordsmanship had been broken, and if it continued, there would only be defeat and retreat, the old man was not calm, because Zhang Zifeng was the highest among the disciples, and he wanted to be defeated, what should he do?

Zhang Zifeng, who was fighting on the field, was not in a hurry, but he was pressed by the opponent step by step, and his moves were restrained, and he couldn't use the follow-up moves at all, and half of the sword was cut off.

His head was already sweating, and then he saw that the old god Ning Ze was there, sniping at his soft sword with one move.

Don't look at Ning Ze's calmness now, in fact, he has already let go of his spirit, and he is all in his heart.

The heart of defense is indispensable, if the old man gives an order and besieges him, he may not even be able to take care of the white deer on the periphery, and the enemy is the most dangerous before defeat.

Zhang Zifeng, as soon as he retreated, the green light on the sword was sheng, and he wrapped it around Ning Ze, the sword was like a soft belt, and it was cut in a ring around Ning Ze, and the tip of the sword went straight to his throat, which was really vicious.

The green sword belt was pasted on Ning Ze, and the surrounding martial artists couldn't bear to look at it anymore, this was a broken corpse, and it was the most ruthless stunt of the senior brother, and even the old man was a little sorry.

"Ah......h

Ning Ze stood indifferently in place, looking at the stunned child and the martial artist with an incredible face, how could it be?

Only the old man saw it clearly, Zifeng just surrounded the afterimage, he didn't even see it just now, this speed was too fast.

Ning Ze "whipped the gods" and hit the "Ten Thousand Pieces of Broken Corpses" ring sword ring, he showed mercy, if he used all his strength, he would definitely die.

"Big brother!"

"Save Senior Brother!"

......

The blue light floated under the old man's feet, and Zhang Zifeng was lifted up, at this time Zhang Zifeng was soaked, his face was pale, he vomited blood in his mouth, and he was seriously injured, the old man hurriedly asked the disciple to get the medicine, and said something to the other disciple, and this one also left.

The old man put Zhang Zifeng flat on the ground, turned around and looked at Ning Ze with an angry face, then put away his anger, and said to Ning Ze: "Martial arts competition, there is a risk, this is not to blame Daoyou, Zhang Zifeng has been injured in the hands of Daoyou, we should have admitted defeat, but this is related to the reputation of my Water Moon Sword Sect, the old man has to be cheeky and ask Ning Daoyou for a few tricks." ”

Ning Ze thought to himself: I know that you old guy has a bad stomach, and it is impossible for him to admit defeat like this.

Ning Ze arched his hand at the old man and said, "Senior, please." ”

The old man also took a step forward and said, "Ding Jiuzhong, the elder of the Water Moon Sword Sect, ask Daoist friends for advice," and as he spoke, he pulled out a dark wooden sword from his back.

Ning Ze is a wooden whip, and Ding Jiuzhong is a wooden sword, which is really fateful.

Although Ding Jiuzhong said to ask for advice, he stood still and didn't move, he was in the posture of a senior, asking Ning Ze to make the first move, and it seemed that he was quite concerned about face.

When Ning Ze faced the enemy, he never paid attention to people, and he was very tricky.

"A Whip ...... God"

The old man cultivated himself, swung his sword to meet him, the whip and sword intersected, there was a muffled sound, kicking and kicking, the old man took three steps back in a row before he could barely stand firm, the hand holding the sword twitched, and his face was pale......

Where does Ning Ze care about him, as soon as he saw the opportunity, he caught the whip, the lotus flower flashed under his feet, and he came to the old man's side, and he beat the whip ......

The old man suffered a loss and kept dodging, but Ning Ze's speed was getting faster and faster, and he had to take it hard, and now he felt that Ning Ze was like a wild beast, with infinite strength and heavy whips......

He felt that if he continued to hit it like this, his arm would be useless, so he quickly stepped back and distanced himself......

"Water Moon Serial ......"

The old man's cyan true qi erupted, and the sword in his hand drew a circle one by one, and the sword formed a ring, these rings were intertwined with each other, as if they were disorganized, and there seemed to be a certain law, the big rings were set around the small rings, and they were pushed towards Ning Ze in rows......

Ning Ze frowned, such a stunt, it was really wonderful, it was impossible to dodge, it was difficult to get close, these rings were big and small, they seemed to attack each other, and they seemed to cooperate with each other......

He didn't dare to be put on, stepped on the lotus, and quickly retreated, these rings actually caught up, Ning Ze stood still, the whip was beaten, the whip and a ring collided together, the whip disappeared, the ring was just a little lighter in color, and continued to come towards Ning Ze, Ning Ze hurriedly played another whip, and the whip and the ring disappeared together.

Ning Ze breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his two whips had only reached the ring, he didn't dare to pause, his hand speed was extremely fast, one whip after another was beaten, the old man came towards Ning Ze with rows of blue rings, the whip and the ring met in the middle, disappeared, and both of them kept waving their true qi, competing for qi cultivation......

The disciples of the Sword Sect looked stupid, their master was a cultivator in the late stage of the gods! They thought that the master was going to avenge the senior brother, but now how did it become like this?

The little ones opened their mouths even more in surprise, this guy who was going to rob them of their meat was so powerful, they thought to themselves that their meat might not be saved.

Zhang Zifeng, who had already taken the wound medicine, stopped bleeding, staring at the two people in the field, his heart was depressed, Ning Daoyou didn't use all his strength just now.