Forced To Join Vajra Temple At The Start

Forced To Join Vajra Temple At The Start Chapter 100

2022-04-10

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Just put on gesture style in Ning Chuan, The Dualbladed Halberd in Zhong Wanhou's hand suddenly struck, with a burst of terrifying aura.

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 up, sometimes down, and sometimes to the left , will stab to the right for a while.

Ning Chuan expression congeals, staring at the other party's spurge, and his body subconsciously retreats backwards.

He doesn't know anything about Sword Art and all kinds of tricks. He only relies on brute force. In the face of the opponent's weird tricks, he naturally has to be careful.

Seeing the halberd swaying and attacking quickly, Ning Chuan quickly took two steps back, and suddenly a shouted, shook the street, like a thunderbolt from the blue, many people were shocked and groaned. .

Next, Ning Chuan danced with the long sword in his hand.

oh la la!

The long sword was incoherent in his hands, completely the simplest sword dance, but speeded to the pinnacle, as if forming a vortex.

He is stronger than he is, and the bright moon shines on the river.

He swayed by him, and the breeze blew the hills.

Let him use Myriad Transformations, and I will stand still.

Everyone looked horrified.

What a deep Inner Strength!

With just a shouted, everyone was shocked, almost deaf.

However, when everyone saw Ning Chuan Sword Art, they all showed sluggishness.

What kind of trick is this?

It doesn't even count for getting started with Sword Art.

Zhong Wanhou was also startled, and was confused by Ning Chuan's sword dance, but the Dualbladed Halberd in his hand, in an unusually tricky posture, with heavy force, quickly fell. To Ning Chuan shoulders.

But Ning Chuan long sword speed to the pinnacle, like a spinning windmill, even though Zhong Wanhou's move was mysterious, the halberd in his hand was still swept by Ning Chuan's long sword.

Clang!

A harsh metallic sound rang out.

Ning Chuan's long sword vortex just swept the halberd, and then burst out the fire star, which made Zhong Wanhou's face change drastically, as if he was hit by a big mountain, and the terrifying force almost made him The halberd came out of his hand, and

an unspeakable force and inner Qi attacked his arms directly.

He is not Qi Storage Realm?

Only late in Strength Refinement?

Zhong Wanhou was shocked.

But why is he so powerful?

But the time has not allowed Zhong Wanhou to think too much, because the vortex of Ning Chuan's dancing is too fast. After the first collision, the long sword stuck to Zhong Wanhou's halberd and forced it directly from his hand. pull away.

Whoops!

The terrifying force made the halberd pole rub against Zhong Wanhou's palm, directly causing him to feel a burning pain in his palm.

Then the whole eucalyptus rose into the sky in an instant, reflecting the rays of light of the high-altitude sun, attracting everyone's attention, throwing it high and landing heavily.

Zhong Wanhou's body swayed. After the halberd was taken away from his palm by Ning Chuan, an extremely fierce force also poured into his arms at the same time, causing his arms to sting and his body to sting. Staggering, qi and blood all over his body floated, and he quickly retreated.

Clang!

The long halberd lands with a screeching noise.

Until then, Zhong Wanhou's backward body finally stopped.

The sore and tingling arms gradually recovered a little feeling.

He looked at Ning Chuan with horror on his face, as if in disbelief.

How can this happen?

Can you play like this?

How strong is his internal strength?

“You let me win!”

Ning Chuan said with a smile, and with his sword withdrawn.

hua!

The crowd was in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes widened.

What's going on?

Does this work too?

Can this also defeat Zhong Wanhou?

"Good Inner Strength!"

The old man on the old locust tree narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Chuan very solemnly.

What monster is this?

inner Qi is obviously impure, but it is unimaginable!

Zhong Wanhou is close to the late stage of Qi Storage. He has practiced excellent Pile Art. He was born and learned internal strength before he learned to walk, but when facing Ning Chuan, he even took his own weapon. unstable.

Who can believe this unless you see it with your own eyes?

Could it be that he has not walked in Yunxiao City for many years, such a monster has already appeared in Yunxiao City?

Zhong Wanhou was not happy in every possible way.

I set up the ring on the first day, to challenge the world's heroes, and the result was just the beginning, and I was already defeated...and the defeat was too embarrassing...

In this case, What's the point of him setting up the ring?

Ning Chuan turned away with a dark heart.

Although it's a bit unethical to hit people like this, it's still a great feeling to be focal point of ten thousands.

In the crowd, a young man squinted his eyes, staring at the body that Ning Chuan was about to leave, looked thoughtful, and was about to jump out when a voice suddenly sounded in advance.

"Young Hero Ning, wait!"

one silhouette came out and landed on the field.

He is a tall and thin man in an azure gown, with an azure long sword in his hand, about twenty or so, full head fine black hair, and his hair is meticulously tied.

“Free and Unfettered Sword Li Changqing?”

“Li Changqing, the 38th Tang Sect national hero?”

“He was in the vicinity! "

The crowd suddenly exclaimed.

A lot of people are surging quickly.

Ning Chuan step one stopped and looked back, showing surprise.

Another expert?

The leaderboard is higher than Zhong Wanhou.

Although they belong to different country rankings.

“Young Hero Li also asks for advice?”

Ning Chuan is smiling and personable.

Li Changqing gently put out a breath and cupped his hands, "It's a blessing to be able to meet a lot of heroes here. Now that you meet it, you will naturally try your best. Please advise Young Hero Ning."

Li Changqing gently put out a breath.>

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

Ning Chuan smiled and pulled out his long sword again.

It's just that this time he is no longer the same passive defense as before, but takes the lead as soon as he comes up, a long sword slash, almost blurred, making a harsh sound, and at the same time walking with the sword, In a sprint, the ground under his feet was trampled to pieces.

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

This is trying to force myself to fight with brute force!

Whoops!

Li Changqing's body flashed, dodging with a proven movement method, and at the same time the long sword was unsheathed from his waist, without a sound, he shook his hand, like a snake, and stabbed Ning Chuan quickly.

The long sword is silent, with the mysterious movement method, like hiding in the wind.

But his movement method is faster, but Ning Chuan's body is faster.

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

Everyone outside the venue exclaimed.

Five ghosts move footwork!

Li Changqing complexion changed, it was hard to tell which one was the real Ning Chuan.

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

Li Changqing had to passively block, and the move that was suppressed by the proven Sword Art could not be used.

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

clang!

There is a screeching sound, and the fire star bursts.

Then Li Changqing let out a groan and encountered the same situation as Zhong Wanhou. It was like being crushed by a mountain. The terrifying force shook his fingers burst apart on the spot, and the terrifying force poured into him directly along the long sword. In the body, let oneself qi and blood roll, inner Qi is stagnant, and can no longer function perfectly.

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

Pu chi!

Li Changqing's hands and body were numb, he could no longer hold the long sword, and his body retreated wildly.

“you let me win!”

Ning Chuan drew back his sword again, smiling.

Everyone looked sluggish and at a loss.

Failed again?

Free and Unfettered Sword Li Changqing, also lost so quickly?

Isn't his Free and Unfettered Sword known for his graceful agility?

why not see cast?

hua!

The crowd again heated up, discuss spiritedly.

Everyone has completely different expressions on their faces.

The Iron Halberd Zhong Wanhou, who had just lost the battle, slowly spat out one mouthful of impure air and calmed down a little.

It looks like I just got defeated can't be considered what!

Even Li Wanqing of Tang Sect also lost.

Li Wanqing is famous for his Sword Art wandering, but unfortunately there is no room for him to play.

This is the same as myself.

Zhong Wanhou looked deeply Ning Chuan again.

Is this guy really Innate Divine Strength?

Li Changqing looked complicated, turned around slowly, looked at Ning Chuan, and cupped his hands, "Young Hero Ning has proven strength, I admire it."

"You're welcome."

Ning Chuan smiled back.

Not far off the field.

I do not know when two monks appeared and stopped.

An old monk over fifty years old, with a snow-white beard, long eyebrows, and wrinkled face facing each other, holding a thick nine-tin scepter in his right hand, a pair of vision is like clearing electricity, pointing toward Crowd looks.

"Wu Xin, you have lived in temples for a long time, and you don't know how many powerhouses there are in the world. This Cloud City is actually the best place to see the world."

The old monk held a Zen staff and looked at Ning Chuan, said to Little Monk beside him,

"Although there are a lot of martial arts in Lanke Temple, but no matter how much you learn, if you don't communicate with the outside world, it is equivalent to working behind closed doors. This Yunxiao City is known as Martial Arts Holy Land, in addition to various martial arts halls, the descendants of various Sects in the world also like to gather here. Here, you can almost see the cultivation techniques and martial arts of various Sects in the world, and you can see all kinds of Talent."

Little Monk seemed to understand but thought, "Master means that I don't have actual combat tempering, even if I learn more martial arts, it will not be able to turn into strength, so Master let me catch This opportunity, to confront all kinds of geniuses in the world?"

"That's the truth!"

The old monk nodded and said, "So, you haven't gone up yet?"

"Amitabha, Disciple got it."

Little Monk folded his hands and walked towards the crowd.

Ning Chuan has a smile on his face, a fighting intent in his heart.

However, just as he was about to speak, a Little Monk suddenly squeezed in from the crowd and said, "Amitabha, this poor monk has comprehended the Dharma, has seen the donor, and is willing to learn the master's tricks!"

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The crowd was amazed.

A monk pops up?

"Enlightenment?"

This is who, it seems that I have never heard of it.

"Enlightenment?"

The old man of the old locust tree squinted slightly, looked at Little Monk, and suddenly his eyes fell on the old monk outside the crowd, an invisible sound wave passed on.

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

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness."

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

Everyone else is hard to hear.

"Lanke Temple also has a descendant who has come down the mountain."

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

"Little Monk, who you are? Dare to provoke Young Hero Ning?"

In the crowd, someone suddenly spoke.

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

"Where's Little Monk, go back!"

…

Little Monk was apprehensive, as if seeing the mountain for the first time, when he heard the crowd scolding, he couldn't help having several points of cringe, saying, "This poor monk came from Lanke Temple..."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Needle drop is audible.

It's another 4D!

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