Most people watching the game just came to watch the fun.
There are only a few people who can really understand it, let alone see the flaw in the Nan Xing Sword.
Of course, there will also be some young juniors who, with the guidance of the elders of the sect, will take the stage to challenge. But it's one thing to hear it, and another thing to do it.
The number of days Yu Lingzhou has been guarding the ring has exceeded the previous Five States Conference, setting a new record.
After several days of fighting, Li Jinzhen was defeated due to lack of spiritual power.
"Junior Sister Ning, come on."
"As long as we persist for a few more days than those three from Hezhou and Zhongzhou, we, Yu Lingzhou, will be the leader of this five-state conference!"
"Oh, don't put pressure on Senior Sister Ning."
"There is still one person from Hezhou who has not entered the ring!"
"It's pretty much the same. This guy in the Hezhou Arena won't be able to hold on for long, and he's probably going to be defeated."
Fan Yuming, Ruan Zongquan and others who were training together also gave words of encouragement to Ning Fusang. Wen Siling even said bluntly: "Junior sister Ning, I'm optimistic about you. You must be better than that guy from Zhongzhou."
That person is only at the peak of the eighth level, and in terms of endurance, he may not be stronger than Junior Sister Ning. Junior sister Ning has a name on the sword stone tablet.
Ning Fusang walked onto the ring.
In a tall building, a man narrowed his eyes and crushed the white jade cup in his hand.
It turned out to be her.
The last time he cheated him of such a large amount of spiritual stones at Fengyunfang, he disappeared without a trace. He didn't expect to see him again, on the arena in Lingzhou.
The attendant next to him saw that his young master had been staring at the girl on the ring, and followed his gaze, with a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.
That girl was indeed born extraordinary.
"Did the young master fall in love with her?" the attendant asked without any discernment.
Mo Fengjue's eyes became increasingly dangerous, and he snorted with a smile. He waited in Fengyunfang every day just to avenge his shame, but in the end he never waited for her to go.
Since she is the person guarding the ring in Lingzhou, he should give her a big gift.
"Lin Fu, tell all the masters in the clan present to ask swordsmanship carefully."
Lin Fu shook his head. The young master gave such an order. The girl must have offended the young master. Just as he was about to retreat, Mo Fengjue waved his hand, "Forget it, I will go and learn the lesson myself."
Mo Fengjue stood up and his figure instantly appeared on the ring. Lin Fu hurriedly went to help his young master hand over the spirit stone.
Ning Fusang looked at the person who suddenly appeared on the ring and raised his eyebrows, the money-giving boy from Fengyunfang?
"Zhongzhou Mo Family, Mo Fengjue." He said word by word, staring at Ning Fusang with his narrow eyes, without even the slightest smile.
Ning Fusang curled his lips and said, "Nanxing Sword Sect, Ning Fusang."
Mo Feng Jue's tooth socket was almost broken. No wonder he couldn't find her information. It turned out that "Shu Guang" was a fake name!
"Haha." Mo Fengjue smiled sadly, "Fellow Taoist, the name is much better than Shu Guang."
Ning Fusang nodded: "Thank you for the compliment."
Mo Fengjue choked, snorted coldly, and took out his magical weapon, the Lengyue Sword.
The sword was shaped like a crescent moon, and was smooth and crystal clear. It was so cold that the surrounding air suddenly became much more condensed.
Ning Fusang took out the Su'a sword. There were no complicated patterns on the sword's blade, it was very simple, but it was plain and full of aura.
"The sixth level spiritual sword is passable."
Mo Fengjue commented, Ning Fusang suddenly drew his sword without any warning, which shocked him. Do you have martial ethics? However, from Ning Fusang's point of view, everyone has signed up for each other, and the due etiquette has been explained, hasn't it? Then why is she talking nonsense to others?
With the blessing of the magic, the sword energy was like silk, surrounding the entire space. The sword in Mo Fengjue's hand slashed, and the sword suddenly appeared. In an instant, like thousands of horses, they rushed out.
In Ning Fusang's eyes, the speed of the sword was as fast as a meteor. She held her sword and slashed, and the sword was like a giant beast, swallowing up all the attacks.
The long sword was clear and beautiful, approaching Mo Feng's front door. He made a mistake in his steps, and with flexible movement, he stepped on the tip of the sword and flew up, slashing out seven or eight sword energy in the air.
Boom boom boom!
The sword energy crashed down onto the ring, exploding like spring thunder.
The rays of light shone in all directions, capturing people's hearts and souls. It illuminated Ning Fusang's already fair face, turning it even colder and whiter, so cold that it contained no emotion.
The arena was filled with the light and shadow of swords. Ning Fusang made a "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect", thousands of flying swords burst out.
Mo Fengjue also used a magical power, the "Seven Absolute Swords". The sword energy was superimposed layer by layer, and it was continuous and tenacious. By the fifth sword, the power had been piled up to an astonishing level.
The light of the sword passed by Bai Lian, Ning Fusang did not dodge, and struck straight with the sword. The sword was like a giant hand, tearing Bai Lian apart, and passed through her. In addition to cutting off a strand of black hair, the power was... All eliminated.
Lin Fu's eyes widened and he murmured: "Young Master's Qijue Sword, the damage is superimposed. Most people can't catch it after the fifth sword. How can she resolve it so easily? It's really amazing."
Mo Fengjue clenched the handle of the knife and struck out the sixth knife.
With the force of a mountain collapse, Chao Ning Fusang was crushed against her. She swung her long sword, and the shadow of the sword was like a flower. She hit it, and then her body moved and appeared on the right side of Mo Fengjue.
Although I don't know what kind of magical power this is, it is obvious that the damage of the last sword is exponentially greater than that of the previous one, and Mo Fengjue cannot be given another chance to use the sword.
Ning Fusang mobilized her spiritual power, injected it into the sword body of Su'a sword, and used the Fenhua sword.
Clang!
Mo Fengjue’s arms were numb and his body retreated in a straight line. He looked sideways and saw that he was only half a foot away from the ring.
Mo Fengjue flashed and appeared behind Ning Fusang. However, as if she had eyes on the back of her head, she immediately stabbed back with her sword. Under the airtight attack, Mo Fengjue had no chance to use Qijue Sword. The last formula.
Ning Fusang noticed that the opponent's Qi had become disordered, so he held out his hand and extended a sword.
The arrogant force knocked Mo Fengjue straight off the ring!
He looked at the ground with his hands in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that he would lose like this.
"Master." Lin Fu pushed aside the crowd, quickly helped him up, and asked cautiously: "Are you okay?"
With a dark face, Mo Fengjue allowed his attendants to help him up, and ordered through gritted teeth: "Let others ask Jian, who can knock her down and come to this young master to receive ten thousand spiritual stones!"
Lin Fu's eyes widened and he looked towards the ring. Ten thousand spiritual stones made him want to try his luck. However, he still knew how much he weighed, so he shook his head and shook the thought out of his mind.
After receiving the order, the masters of the Mo family were eager to try, but in front of them, someone entered the ring.
"Fairy Miaoyin Sect Qingchen? She is at the peak of the eighth level, how can she challenge the middle of the eighth level?"
"Fairy Qingchen takes action. It seems that we have no chance to get these ten thousand spirit stones."
"Oh, it's so late to be so late!"
"Let's take a look first."
Several guests from the Mo family talked to each other and started discussing.
Mo Fengjue looked gloomy and pursed his lips, wondering what he was thinking.
He had fought against Ning Fusang, and her fighting power was more than what her cultivation showed.
And who knows if she has any back-ups? Mo Fengjue knew very well that he had not forced out her true strength.
(End of chapter)