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Chapter 56
"This!"

Li Hongri and Gao Qianshou were all stunned.

The Great Elder Qiu Yunze broke through to the low-level mountain top realm early, but Zhao Jiangan, who was enchanted by the face, fell on his knees. You only broke through the sea viewing realm less than half a year ago. What can you do?

Ning Lang ignored them, just pulled out the Tai A sword, squinted at Zhao Jian in midair, and said softly, "Pretend to be a ghost."

"Ning Lang! I will make your life worse than death today!"

The villain died of too many words, which still makes some sense.

On the contrary, Ning Lang didn't want to talk nonsense with a person who had already been enchanted. The wind was blowing under his feet, and he instantly rose from the ground, and suddenly swung out the Tai A sword in his hand.

A fine silk-like sword energy, carrying the water splashed by the falling waterfall, rushed towards Zhao Jian.

a drop.

two drops.

Thousands of drops.

line up.

Directly pierced Zhao Jian's right arm.

Zhao Jianman smiled sarcastically: "Oh, Ning Lang, you don't think you can still hurt me with your current strength, right?"

Ning Lang smiled and said, "Really?"

Seeing that Ning Lang was so calm, the smile on Zhao Jian's face slowly retracted, and suddenly there was a scream in his ear, Zhao Jian suddenly looked down, and there was a bloody wound on his right arm.

"This!" Zhao Jian looked at the wound on his right arm in shock, his whole body froze in the air like a freeze frame.

for today.

After Zhao Jian was enchanted, he had prepared for three months.

His current strength has been infinitely approaching the top grade of the mountain top, and half a year ago, Ning Lang was just watching the sea. Zhao Jian never thought that he would be injured by Ning Lang. Today, he imagined, it should be a one-sided situation.

But how could he be hurt by Ning Lang today!
Seeing this scene, Li Hongri and the others all opened their mouths wide and stared dumbfounded at the white figure in the air.

"How can... so strong!"

Although Jiang Chen took the top armor at the Fairy Gate Conference, several elders except Gao Qianshou still felt that this was Jiang Chen's own talent and should have nothing to do with Ning Lang. After all, they had never seen Ning with their own eyes. Lang shot.

But today, everything is different.

They now finally understand why the Sect Master would give the token to Ning Lang.

Mountaintop monks who are less than 30 years old, no matter where they are placed, are definitely first-class shocking talents.

Ning Lang held the sword behind him, looked at Zhao Jian, and said with three points of seriousness and seven points of playfulness: "Isn't it just a demon? Look at you."

"Ning Lang!"

In the roar, the wound on Zhao Jian's right arm was slowly healing. He turned into a black shadow again, and moved in the direction of Ning Lang. In the blink of an eye, he fought sixteen moves, regardless of Zhao Jian's use. No matter what move, Ning Lang could always block his attack.

"It's impossible, it's impossible!" Zhao Jian's demonic energy became stronger and stronger, almost drowning him.

"Thunder Palm!"

With Zhao Jian's stern shout, the demonic energy in his body quickly poured into the palm of his hand.

Thunder Palm is Zhao Jian's famous technique. Although he has taught Zhao Zixuan, Zhao Zixuan's strength is not enough to exert the full strength of Thunder Palm. Now, after entering the devil, Zhao Jian is stronger than before in every aspect of his body. I don't know how many times, when I use this set of Thunder Palms, I can even hear the sound of tearing the air.

Although Ning Lang's appearance was light, he didn't dare to be careless. His legs were already tensed, and the spiritual energy in his body was continuously pumped into Tai Ajian.

"Ning Lang, be careful!" Gao Qianshou shouted, and the other elders all had nervous expressions on their faces.

Those who have fallen into the devil, the cultivators of the right way are all caught and executed.

Now in this situation, Zhao Jian obviously has no room to turn back. If he let it go, it may bring disaster to the Haoqi Sect. They don't want to see Ning Lang lose. At this time, they have suppressed all their hopes. On Ning Lang.

"Taiyi Qingshui Sword!"

Ning Lang murmured, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly slashed at Zhao Jian.

At the same moment when the sword was drawn, in order to avoid being contaminated with demonic energy, he also began to push back quickly.

The spiritual energy and the demonic energy collided, making three harsh explosions. After the three explosions, a figure quickly fell from the air, like a broken paper kite.

"Pfft."

Zhao Jian smashed into the stream, splashing several meters of water.

The five elders on the shore stared at this scene with wide eyes, and all took a deep breath.

"I actually won!"

Ning Lang let out a light breath and was about to land.

"Haha, haha, hahaha." The jet-black blood had dyed the water beside Zhao Jian bluish-black, but Zhao Jian burst into laughter at this moment, and there was a tearing sound that only he could hear. Heartbreaking screams.

"I gave you your cultivation base! You actually... want to absorb my..."

Zhao Jian ignored the screams in his ears. He greedily absorbed the demonic energy brought by another soul in his body. During this process, the wounds on his body were also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his realm was also at a point. A little bit of a slow rise.

"This is!"

Just when no one could react, Ning Lang held the Tai A sword upside down in both hands, and swept toward the stream from the air like an arrow from a string.

The stream splashed several feet again.

When the water subsided, Ning Lang had stabbed the Tai A sword into Zhao Jian's chest.

Zhao Jian maintained a bowed posture and looked at Ning Lang in astonishment.

Ning Lang mercilessly pulled out the Tai A sword and brought out a pure magic energy. He looked down at Zhao Jian and said coldly, "You have read too many novels, you thought I would be stupid enough to wait for you to break through. Do you do it again later?"

If this is a competition, then what Ning Lang does is... not about martial arts.

But unfortunately, this is a battle of life and death.

To live is the most important thing.

Chase after victory.

Behead to kill.

Ning Lang would not show mercy to those who might threaten his own life.

Four standing on the bank, one lying down, a total of five elders looked at Ning Lang with a dull expression as he pulled out the Tai A sword, put it in the stream to wash off the blood on the sword, and then retracted the sword. sheath.

Everything happened so quickly.

It seems that the situation has reversed three or four times in just a few breaths.

Ning Lang walked to the shore, looked back at Zhao Jian, then walked over to the second elder Li Hongri, patted him on the shoulder and said, "He still has a remnant of a demon cultivator in his body. After being absorbed by Zhao Jian, I can't make any waves anymore, so trouble the second elder to deal with him."

"…Yes."

"The corpses of the twelve missing disciples should all be in the cave. Please accept the elders."

"Yes."

Ning Lang looked back at Zhao Jian's body, shook his head and smiled, and volleyed away from Kuya Peak.

……

Righteous Peak, the ninth floor of Treasure Pavilion.

An old man lying on the bamboo mat turned over and muttered to himself, "Interesting, interesting..."

……

　When I say 100 as a reward, I don't mean the starting point currency, then I can't die.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)