Reborn Urban Sword Demon

Chapter 170 Destruction of the Dark Warrior Sect
"Sect Master, Lord Thousand Faced Shadow Demon lost contact half an hour ago."

A man in black bowed and said.

Wu Yazi opened his eyes slightly, frowned and said: "The demon from the world is back. I thought that Jiang Ning was young and would not have a high level of cultivation. The thousand-faced shadow demon was enough to deal with him, but since Shao Peng's defeat, , It is necessary to re-evaluate his strength, I can even feel his aura is approaching here, he will retaliate wildly against the Dark Warrior Sect."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "He's already here."

Outside the villa, Jiang Ning stood with his hands behind his back. In front of him, several disciples of the Dark Wumen blocked his way.

"Dark martial arts, trespassers die."

The first disciple warned in a deep voice, while the rest of the disciples gathered their energy secretly, ready to go.

Jiang Ning completely ignored them and walked slowly towards the villa.

Seeing that Jiang Ning didn't listen to the warning, the disciples of the dark martial arts sect immediately attacked him, and more than ten dark martial artists rushed towards him at a very fast speed.

Their bodies stopped halfway, and they were surprised to find that their bodies could not move, as if they were controlled by an invisible force.

There was a chill in Jiang Ning's eyes: "Overestimate one's abilities."

With a swipe of the sword qi, more than a dozen dark martial arts disciples flew out backwards, a faint bloodstain appeared between the eyebrows, but the blood spurted from the back of the head, and the skull was pierced by the sword qi.

When the body fell to the ground, Jiang Ning had already entered the villa.

The villa has a large area and was silent, as if there was no one there. Jiang Ning stopped, and he saw the blood-red blade held in Shao Peng's left hand.

"We meet again."

Shao Peng's hand clenched the Blood Drinking Knife, his arrogance raised to its peak, and he said coldly.

Jiang Ning said lightly: "You are not my opponent, get out of the way."

Shao Peng smiled coldly: "Then you have to ask about the blood drinking knife in my hand first!"

Before the words were finished, the Blood Drinking Knife swung out, and a red light slashed straight at it.

There was a loud bang, the dust flew up, and the domineering knife energy split the ground into a bottomless ravine, and the raised dust covered Jiang Ning.

Shao Peng retracted his knife, his eyes were like lightning, quietly waiting for the smoke and dust to disperse.

Jiang Ning stood proudly, the gully cut by the wind of the knife stopped abruptly at his feet.

Shao Peng frowned slightly. That knife was already the embodiment of his strongest domineering, but it couldn't hurt Jiang Ning at all. The difference in level between the two was obvious.

He took a deep breath, once again condensed his arrogance on the edge of the blade, and rushed towards Jiang Ning, with the Blood Drinking Knife on his back, marking it out from his waist again, and a blade of wind slashed out.

Jiang Ning raised a finger, and the sword energy condensed on the fingertips. He tapped it seemingly casually, and the sound of metal interlacing came from the air. Shao Peng, who was rushing forward, staggered back. Vibrated by the rest of the force, the blood surged.

Shao Peng suppressed the internal injury, but blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Ning came in a flash, with one hundred and eight sword auras from his fingertips, covering Shao Peng in an instant.

In Shao Peng's pupils, countless sword lights flashed, he roared wildly, and the knife in his left hand spun rapidly, forming a defensive barrier with the domineering wind of the knife, the sound of metal clashing sounded again, sparks splashed, and the sword qi and the blade slammed into the air , There have been more than a hundred strikes between the lightning and the flint.

With a puff, the last sword energy pierced Shao Peng's left shoulder, and he backed up again, blood gushed out, and the hand holding the knife in his left hand trembled.

"The meridians of your left hand are damaged, and you are no longer able to use the left-hand knife. The victory and defeat have been divided."

Jiang Ning said coldly, raised his hand and sent out a sword energy, which hit Shao Peng's chest.

Shao Peng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down and landed on the ground, and soon lost consciousness.

"Shao Peng is the most talented martial artist in the Dark Martial Arts, but he doesn't even have the ability to force you to draw a sword. The strength of the demons outside the world is really unfathomable."

An old man walked out of the villa, of course it was Wu Yazi, the patriarch of the Dark Wumen.

Jiang Ning frowned slightly. He couldn't feel the aura of a warrior from the old man. Naturally, the suzerain of the Dark Martial Sect is not an ordinary person. There can only be one explanation, that is, Wu Yazi has reached the state of being able to send and receive freely and return to basics.

"Demon of the Other World, you dare to come to Diablo Martial Arts alone, and you are quite courageous, but if you want to fight against the entire Diablo Martial Arts with your own strength, isn't it too much for yourself?"

Jiang Ning said coldly: "I don't like to owe others, and I don't like to be owed by others. If you offend me, you must pay the price. The Dark Wumen will disappear from today."

Wu Yazi's face remained normal: "Are you sure?"

Jiang Ning said lightly: "Yes."

Wu Yazi's pupils contracted for a while, deliberately revealing his realm. He thought Jiang Ning would be afraid, but he clearly felt his confidence. Could it be that he was really confident?

"You are still young, and you don't know the status of the Dark Wumen. Behind the Dark Wumen, there are three strongest families among Chinese warriors. Can you compete with the entire Chinese martial arts?"

Wu Yazi changed his strategy, trying to use power to make Jiang Ning fearful.

Jiang Ning smiled: "The Huaxia martial arts world has nothing to do with me, so what if I am an enemy of the whole world?"

Wu Yazi became angry: "You are not ashamed to say such a big word!"

An extremely strong breath erupted from the body, the clothes on his body moved automatically without wind, and his palms were raised, ready to go.

In front of the extremely deterrent aura, Jiang Ning was as stable as Mount Tai, and his sword energy circulated for a week, tearing and cutting Wu Yazi's aura.

The two had never fought each other, but the battle of breath became more intense.

Wu Yazi's eyes changed from confidence to doubt, from doubt to fear, and finally from fear to fear.

His incomparably powerful arrogance was impossible to display in front of Jiang Ning. The sword aura that was even stronger than arrogance instantly cut his aura into dust.

Wu Yazi retreated continuously, as if shrouded in a sword energy, if he didn't retreat, he would only end up with his head in a different place.

Jiang Ning stepped forward, and reached Wu Yazi within one step. He swung his fist out, Wu Yazi's breath was disordered, and he was unable to parry. Jiang Ning punched him in the chest, and all the zhenqi in his body was shattered.

Without waiting for Wu Yazi to gather his domineering energy again, Jiang Ning punched again, the Tiangang Qi was extremely strong and pierced through Wu Yazi's body with the sharp piercing of sword energy.

Wu Yazi flew upside down and landed with blood gushing from his chest. He looked at Jiang Ning in horror and hissed, "If you dare to kill me, you will be hunted down by all the martial arts families in China!"

"I've been hunted down by the whole world, how many martial arts families do I still care about?"

Jiang Ning walked forward coldly, without stopping.

Wu Yazi felt that the footsteps of the god of death were approaching, and he turned from screaming to pleading: "Please don't kill me, no matter what you ask, I will agree to you!"

Jiang Ning stood still in front of him, and said lightly, "No need."

Before the words fell, a cold light flashed, Wu Yazi's pupils quickly slackened, a bloodstain expanded rapidly on the throat, and then burst out a cloud of blood mist.

After killing Wu Yazi, Jiang Ning glanced at the villa: "Dark Wumen will become history."

With a wave of sword energy, the whole villa was turned into ruins.

(End of this chapter)