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The battle was over, and the two sides were in chaos.

Seeing Ning Chuan holding a sword, Jiang Moyu was not afraid at all. He sneered and said, "Who are you trying to scare with a sword!

I know your Lightning Slash is powerful and has reached the perfect state.

But, that is just the martial arts of the awakening realm, which is completely different from the original force martial arts!"

Boom!

Ning Chuan responded to Jiang Moyu with a silver light that burst out with thunder!

Lightning Slash!

With the blessing of more than ten tons of power, the silver blood sword was incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning across the sky, heading straight for Jiang Moyu's neck.

The eyes of the onlookers, those whose strength was below the second-grade warriors, all changed.

They couldn't catch the trajectory of Ning Chuan's sword swing!

In other words.

If they faced this sword, they would not be able to stop it and would be killed on the spot!

Jiang Moyu was also a little surprised at the speed of this sword.

However, he was not panicked, and the sword in his hand was erected in front of his chest.

The light blue force rose up and spread everywhere. It was far less condensed than the previous sword light slash, and was very scattered, like mist.

But it won in a wide range.

Several meters in front of Jiang Moyu were covered by the force mist.

Hiss!

Ning Chuan swung the silver-blooded sword in his hand, and the force mist could not resist it at all, just like a piece of paper, being cut swiftly.

However, in the constant collision with the force mist, the speed of the silver-blooded sword dropped rapidly.

Jiang Moyu swung the sword slowly.

With a bang, the silver-blooded sword was blocked.

"Force martial arts, heavy water magic!"

Jiang Moyu looked at Ning Chuan with a proud look, and said: "Specially restrained attacks that are known for their speed!"

Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Compared to the straightforward awakening martial arts, Force martial arts do have obvious advantages, with many functions and more comprehensive.

Boom!

While thinking, Ning Chuan's hands did not stop moving, and in the sound of thunder, he performed three cuts in an instant!

Three meters long silver lights appeared in an instant, crossed the sky, and slashed towards Jiang Moyu.

However.

Encountered the same problem as before.

After the silver light came into contact with the Force mist, its speed dropped sharply, and the threat level plummeted.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jiang Moyu swung three swords, and even without activating martial arts, he repelled all the silver lights.

"Under the heavy water magic, your lightning slash seems to be useless!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Jiang Moyu's face.

"It's so slow that I feel sorry for it!"

"You think it's too slow? Then try this!"

Ning Chuan's voice was cold.

As he spoke, he swung out the silver-blooded sword swiftly, the air vibrated, and a sound like a tearing cloth was heard, sharp and piercing!

Thirty-six slashes of the rainstorm!

The power of this martial art is comparable to that of the S-level.

The fastest thirty-six slashes, its speed is 32 times that of the lightning slash!

Among the crowd watching the battle, Yan Zhuang saw Ning Chuan's movements and his face changed drastically!

His Thirty-six slashes of the rainstorm are at the expert level, and the level is very high.

Therefore.

At a glance, he noticed the power of Ning Chuan's knife.

"Instructor Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Xiuxiu glanced at him and asked casually.

"Ningchuan's Thirty-Six Slashes of Heavy Rain has reached the perfect realm!"

Yan Zhuang said in a shocking voice: "This martial art is extremely difficult. Ningchuan has advanced from subtle to perfect in more than a month. He must have had another sudden realization!"

"Another sudden realization?!"

Bai Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment, looked at Lu Fang, and said: "Didn't you say that Ningchuan's comprehension will gradually return to normal?"

Lv Fang spread his hands and said: "Isn't this normal? He had four sudden realizations in three days before, and only this one in more than a month!"

"Old Lu, I doubt your explanation."

Ma Fengxing thought for a while and said: "I think Ningchuan only had one sudden realization this month because he has too few martial arts.

Except for Fengying Sanqian, who is now in the subtle realm, all others are perfect!"

"This..."

Lv Fang was also a little uncertain.

Bai Xiuxiu's beautiful eyes flashed, as if she was thinking about something.

She stopped talking and looked back at the battle in the field.

Chi!

Ning Chuan's expression was cold, and he swung his sword. The air was so sharp that it seemed to explode, and the momentum was amazing!

After the previous fight.

He had completed ten of the Thirty-Six Slashes of the Rainstorm, and began to gradually reveal the terrifying speed.

Opposite.

Jiang Moyu was as if facing a great enemy, and his face was no longer sarcastic, but became extremely solemn.

At the same time, there was also a trace of panic.

Ning Chuan's slashes were faster and faster, and the improvement was amazing.

If he continued, his heavy water technique would not be able to resist!

Jiang Moyu came from a family of divine generals and had received good training.

Good martial arts education knows how to deal with this kind of continuous slashing martial arts.

The most effective method.

is to keep a distance, temporarily avoid the sharp edge, and wait for the opponent to complete the continuous slashing before attacking again.

But the problem is.

His level of physical skills, let alone surpassing Ning Chuan, can't even be equal, it is slightly inferior.

He can only take Ning Chuan's slash.

Chi! Chi!

Two sharp air-breaking sounds sounded almost at the same time.

After slashing more than twenty times, the speed was as fast as lightning across the sky.

Ning Chuan cut through the Force mist with a knife.

The scattered Force mist had not had time to close, and the second knife cut in along the gap.

Without the obstruction of the Force mist, the Silver Blood Saber cut in front of Jiang Moyu in less than a blink of an eye.

Jiang Moyu's pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly waved his sword to block it.

However, just as the sword was halfway out, a bloody mark appeared on Jiang Moyu's wrist holding the sword.

His hand did not fall off.

But the ligaments in the joints had been cut off, and he could not even hold the hilt of the sword.

Chi! Chi!

As soon as Jiang Moyu's face showed pain, Ning Chuan used the same trick again and slashed twice in a row.

One knife to clear the way!

One knife to attack!

Due to the characteristics of the Thirty-Six Cuts of the Rainstorm, it was faster than the previous two slashes!

Puff!

A large piece of blood splashed out with a muffled sound.

There was a bloody wound more than half a meter long on Jiang Moyu's chest, extending from the shoulder to the abdomen, deep enough to see the bone.

Ning Chuan looked at the splashing blood with a cold look.

In fact, if he had not deliberately retracted the Silver Blood Battle Knife a few centimeters and directly used ruthless hands, Jiang Moyu would be broken into two halves at this moment, lying in a pool of blood.

Of course, if he had really been merciless just now.

As the referee, Bai Xiuxiu would definitely have tried to stop him.

Moreover, Jiang Moyu came from a family of divine generals, and Ning Chuan had reservations and did not want to kill him.

Even if he killed him, Lu Zhan could still protect him.

But Jiang Moyu alone was not worth using Lu Zhan's favor.

"Ah!"

Jiang Moyu's miserable roar and severe pain made him unable to maintain the heavy water technique, and the force mist quickly dissipated.

Swish!

Ning Chuan used the Wind Shadow Three Thousand, and in an instant, he rushed forward, and with a crisp sound, he slapped Jiang Moyu's face hard.

Ning Chuan did not use martial arts.

But, the strength of the flesh alone was strong enough.

In the eyes of many shocked people, Jiang Moyu spun dozens of times in a row like a gyroscope before falling to the ground, motionless, and completely fainted.

At this moment.

Ding-ling-ling...

The alarm clock that Ning Chuan had placed on the ground before vibrated violently, and the loud sound swept across.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Only three minutes.

Jiang Moyu, who was ranked in the top three in the training camp, was defeated miserably.

Everyone looked at Jiang Moyu lying on the ground like a dead dog, and thought of what Ning Chuan said before the fight.

"If you can still stand before the bell rings, I lose!"