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Whoosh!
As soon as Ning Chuan made his gesture, Fang Tian's painted halberd in Zhong Wanhou's hand suddenly struck, carrying a terrifying aura, with many afterimages, making it difficult to catch.

In an instant, the halberd in his hand seemed to come alive, not like a heavy weapon at all, but like a soft whip, changing directions back and forth, sometimes going up, sometimes going down, sometimes stabbing to the left, and sometimes stabbing to the right.

Ning Chuan's eyes were fixed, he stared at the opponent's halberd tightly, and his body subconsciously stepped back.

He doesn't know anything about swordsmanship or various moves, and he only relies on brute force. When facing the opponent's weird moves, he must be extremely careful.

Seeing the halberd swinging and attacking quickly, Ning Chuan quickly took two steps back, and suddenly shouted loudly, shaking the street like a bolt from the blue, many people were stunned by the shock and let out a miserable groan.

Then, the long sword in Ning Chuan's hand danced directly.

Whoa!

The long sword in his hands was disorderly, it was the simplest sword dance, but it was extremely fast, as if forming a vortex.

He is strong by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

He is horizontal by him, and the breeze blows the hills.

Let his moves change ever-changingly, I am still standing still.

The crowd looked horrified.

So deep inner strength!
With just a loud shout, everyone was so angry and bloody that they were almost deaf.

However, when everyone saw Ning Chuan's swordsmanship, they were all stunned.

What kind of trick is this?
It doesn't even count as an entry-level swordsmanship.

Zhong Wanhou was also stunned, confused by Ning Chuan's sword dance, but Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand quickly fell towards Ning Chuan's shoulder with a heavy force in an unusually tricky posture. .

But Ning Chuan's long sword was extremely fast, like a spinning windmill, even though Zhong Wanhou's moves were more subtle, the halberd in his hand was still swept away by Ning Chuan's long sword.

Dang!

A piercing metallic sound sounded.

As soon as Ning Chuan's long sword vortex swept across the halberd, sparks burst out, Zhong Wanhou couldn't help but his face changed drastically, as if he was hit by a mountain, the terrifying force almost made the halberd fall out of his hand,

An unspeakable force and internal energy directly hit his arms and went away.

Isn't he a Qi storage state?

Is it just the late stage of strength training?

Zhong Wanhou was shocked.

But why is his strength so great?

But time has not allowed Zhong Wanhou to think too much, because Ning Chuan's dancing vortex was too fast, after the first collision, the long sword stuck to Zhong Wanhou's halberd, and was forcibly pulled away from his hand.

Whoops!

The terrifying force caused the euphorbia shaft to rub against Zhong Wanhou's palm, which directly made him feel a burning pain in his palm.

Then the entire eucalyptus shot up into the sky in an instant, against the high-altitude sun rays, attracting everyone's attention, it was thrown high, and landed heavily.

Zhong Wanhou's body swayed, and after the halberd was taken away from his palm by Ning Chuan, an extremely ferocious force also poured into his arms at the same time, causing his arms to sting, his body staggered, and his blood floated all over his body. Back quickly.

Dang!

The halberd fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhong Wanhou's retreating body finally stopped.

The sore, tingling arms gradually recovered a little feeling.

He looked at Ning Chuan with a face full of horror, as if he couldn't believe it.

How could this be?
Can you still fight like this?
How strong is his internal strength?

"Acceptance!"

Ning Chuan smiled, put away his sword and stood up, and spoke.

Whoa!
The crowd was in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes widened.

what's the situation?
Does this work too?
Can this also defeat Zhong Wanhou?
"Good internal strength!"

The old man on the old locust tree narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Chuan with an unusually solemn look.

what monster is this?

The inner qi is obviously impure, but it is so thick that it is unimaginable!
Zhong Wanhou was approaching the late stage of accumulating Qi, and he had practiced excellent pile skills. When he was born, he learned internal skills before he learned to walk, but when facing Ning Chuan, he couldn't even hold his own weapon steadily.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would believe it?
Could it be that he hasn't been in Yunxiao City for many years, and such a monster has already appeared in Yunxiao City?

Zhong Wanhou felt uncomfortable in every possible way.

I set up a ring on the first day to challenge the heroes of the world, but it turned out that I was defeated at the very beginning... and the defeat was too embarrassing...

In that case, what's the point of him setting up the ring?
Ning Chuan felt refreshed, turned and left.

Although it is a bit immoral to shock people like this, it still feels great to be under the spotlight.

Among the crowd, a young man squinted his eyes, staring at Ning Chuan's body that was about to leave, thoughtful, and just about to jump out, suddenly a voice sounded ahead of time.

"Ning Shaoxia, wait a minute!"

A figure stepped out and landed in the arena.

He was a tall and thin man in a blue gown, carrying a blue long sword in his hand, about twenty, with black hair all over his head, and his hair was neatly tied.

"Xiaoyao Sword Li Changqing?"

"Li Changqing who is No. 30 and No. [-] in Tang Zongguo?"

"He is indeed nearby!"

The crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Many people surged up quickly.

Ning Chuan paused, and looked back, showing surprise.

Another master?
The leaderboard is higher than Zhong Wanhou.

Although they belong to different national rankings.

"Li Shaoxia also wants to ask for advice?"

Ning Chuan smiled with a graceful demeanor.

Li Changqing let out a sigh of relief, cupped his hands and said, "It's a great honor to be able to meet all the heroes here. Since I have encountered it, I will naturally do my best. I ask Ning Shaoxia for advice."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Ning Chuan smiled and drew out his long sword again.

It's just that this time he was no longer the same as before, passive defense, but the first to attack as soon as he came up, the long sword made a vertical cut, which was almost blurred, making a harsh sound, and at the same time walked with the sword, a sprint, the ground under his feet was covered Stepped on and cracked.

Li Changqing's face changed suddenly, and he instantly sensed an unspeakable pressure approaching his face, and at the same time understood Ning Chuan's true thoughts.

This is to force myself to fight recklessly with brute force!
Whoops!

Li Changqing's body flashed, and he dodged with a high-level body technique. At the same time, the long sword on his waist was unsheathed. Without a sound, he shook his hand and stabbed towards Ning Chuan quickly like a swimming snake.

The long sword is silent, and combined with the mysterious movement, it seems to be hidden in the strong wind.

But his body is fast, while Ning Chuan's body is even faster.

The afterimages flashed in front of my eyes, and three bodies of Ning Chuan appeared at the same time. It was hard to distinguish the real from the fake.

Everyone outside the arena exclaimed.

The five ghosts move their feet!

Li Changqing's face changed, and it was difficult to tell which one was the real Ning Chuan within a short time.

Ning Chuan's long sword continued to slash towards him with an unusually fierce attack. The sound of the sword was ear-piercing, the pressure was terrifying, fast and fierce, as if there were sword shadows everywhere.

Li Changqing had no choice but to block passively, even a move that was suppressed by his advanced swordsmanship could not be used.

During his quick block, the long sword in Ning Chuan's hand finally slashed firmly on his long sword.

clang!
There was a piercing sound, and sparks burst out.

Then Li Changqing let out a muffled snort, and encountered the same situation as Zhong Wanhou, as if being crushed by a mountain, the terrifying force shook him to pieces on the spot, and the terrifying force poured directly into his body along the long sword, causing his blood to roll, The Qi is stagnant and can no longer function perfectly.

But before his body recovered, Ning Chuan's second sword had fallen again.

puff!

Li Changqing's hands and body went numb, the long sword could no longer be held, and his body retreated wildly.

"Acceptance!"

Ning Chuan stood up with his sword back again, smiling.

Everyone's face was dull and bewildered.

Lost again?
Li Changqing, the free sword, was defeated so quickly?

Isn't his free and easy swordsmanship famous for its elegance and lightness?

Why not show it?

Whoa!
The crowd once again heated up, talking a lot.

Everyone's face is completely different.

Tieji Zhong Wanhou, who had just been defeated before, slowly exhaled a foul breath, and his emotions calmed down a little.

In this way, it seems that he has just been defeated is nothing!
Even Li Wanqing of Tang Zongguo also lost.

Li Wanqing is famous for his erratic swordsmanship, but it's a pity that he didn't even have room to display it when he first came up.

This is the same as yourself.

Zhong Wanhou's mind was agitated, and he took another deep look at Ning Chuan.

Is this guy really born with supernatural power?
Li Changqing looked complicated, turned around slowly, looked at Ning Chuan, cupped his hands and said, "Ning Shaoxia's strength is profound, I admire you."

"polite."

Ning Chuan smiled back.

Not far off the field.

I don't know when two monks appeared and stopped.

One was an old monk over half a century old, with a snow-white beard, long eyebrows, and wrinkled face. He was holding a thick nine-tin scepter in his right hand, and his eyes were as clear as lightning, looking towards the crowd.

"Wu Xin, you have lived in the temple for a long time, and you don't know that there are so many powerful people in the world. This Yunxiao City is actually the best place to see the world."

The old monk held his Zen stick, looked at Ning Chuan, and said to the young monk beside him,

"Although there are a lot of martial arts in Lanke Temple, no matter how much you learn, if you don't communicate with the outside world, it is tantamount to building a car behind closed doors. This Yunxiao City is known as the Holy Land of Martial Arts. In addition to various martial arts halls, the successors of various sects in the world also have I like to gather here, here, you can almost see all kinds of martial arts and martial arts in the world, and you can see all kinds of talents."

The little monk half-understood, thinking, "Master, what you mean is that I don't have the training in actual combat. No matter how much martial arts I have learned, it will be difficult to turn it into strength. Therefore, Master asked me to seize this opportunity to compete with the world. All kinds of wizards confront each other?"

"That's the truth!"

The old monk nodded and said, "So, why don't you go up?"

"Amitabha, my disciples understand."

The little monk clasped his hands together and walked towards the crowd.

Ning Chuan had a smile on his face, and his heart was full of fighting spirit. He wanted to occupy this place and challenge the heroes of the world instead of Zhong Wanhou.

However, just as he was about to speak, a young monk suddenly squeezed in from the crowd and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk has realized the Dharma. I have seen the benefactor, and I am willing to learn from the benefactor!"

The crowd was amazed.

A monk emerges?
"Enlightenment?"

Who is this person, seems to have never heard of it.

"Enlightenment?"

The old man of the old locust tree narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the young monk, and suddenly turned his gaze on the old monk on the periphery of the crowd, and an invisible sound wave passed through.

"It seems that the master is from Lanke Temple?"

"Amitabha, good is good."

The old monk's voice sounded, but only the old man could hear it.

It was hard for anyone else to hear.

"A successor from Lanke Temple has come down the mountain."

The old man was affirmed, and his eyes became more dignified.

"Little monk, who are you? How dare you provoke Ning Shaoxia?"

In the crowd, someone suddenly spoke.

"That's right, don't waste time!"

"Where is the little monk, step back quickly!"

...

The little monk felt uneasy, as if seeing the mountain for the first time, he couldn't help shrinking a little when he heard the crowd scolding, and said, "The poor monk came from Lanke Temple..."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Needle drop is audible.

Another [-]D!

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