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Dragon God Art!

The power of five dragons tore through the air and clashed against the punch of the Wind Thunder Giant.

Boom ?

The lightning intertwined with the five huge dragons, and the berserk energy instantly flowed through his consciousness all the way to Ning Wufeng's Sea of Consciousness's primordial spirit, causing his entire body to violently tremble.

The Power of Divine Consciousness instantly shriveled up and the huge dragon also dispersed.

Ning Wufeng's face turned pale white, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth as he looked at the cold Elder Xue Yan.

"As expected of a Half-step Origin Core Stage cultivator, his strength is indeed strong." he said strenuously.

Although he, the Power of Divine Consciousness, already had Half-step Origin Core Stage, in terms of body and spirit energy, it was inferior.

However, Elder Xue Yan's clothes were in a mess, he was in a sorry state, with his Half-step Origin Core Stage, against a Spirit Soul Stage cultivator, falling to this state, could be considered a loss. Therefore, Ning Wufeng's words were rather ear-piercing to his ears.

"Hmph. I've underestimated you, brat." Elder Xue Yan snorted, his expression was clearly ugly, his entire body surging with spirit force, his robes flapping loudly, faintly emitting the power of wind and lightning.

"You'd better hand over the inheritance obediently, or the consequences will not be something you can bear."

He grabbed at the air, as if Ning Wufeng was an ant that could be easily killed. His words naturally revealed killing intent, which was very shocking.

Ning Wufeng took a deep breath, his heart sinking. However, his face had a wide grin, and he said: "If you want the inheritance, you can take it yourself."

Elder Xue Yan's killing intent was growing stronger and stronger. No matter if he handed over the inheritance today, it would be hard for it to escape the old fellow's grasp.

It was better to fight for our lives than for our lives. Furthermore, he was also clear that the people from the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion hiding in the shadows were waiting for him to get something out of it.

"It seems like you are seeking your own destruction." Elder Xue Yan's expression changed slightly as he said gloomily. As he spoke, his entire body was surging with spiritual light and the imposing manner of the power of law was gradually being displayed.

At this time, a black shadow rushed up from the balcony.

"Old man, bullying the weak is not easy!" Zhao Wuqing pointed at Elder Xue Yan and cursed, he did not have any intention to show any mercy.

He took the initiative to attack in front of Ning Wufeng.

The power of Spear Intent third stage was unleashed explosively.

Elder Xue Yan's expression changed slightly, and he snorted lightly: "Hmph, you're at the end of the line. Letting these shrimp soldiers and crab generals come out to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Sword Laws!

A cold light flashed across his eyes. The clouds in the sky changed, and the Wind Thunder Spirit Technique dissipated with a loud rumble. Countless sword Qis appeared around him, each one extremely sharp and fierce.

The swords of everyone present buzzed incessantly. In front of the Laws of the Sword, tens of thousands of swords bowed down.

Puff ?

Some of the weaker cultivators even spat out a mouthful of blood, looking dispirited.

Although Elder Xue Yan's laws of the way of the sword were not perfect enough, it was already far beyond what many Spirit Soul Stage cultivator could accept.

He unrestrainedly stirred up the laws of the Dao of the Sword, completely disregarding the influence of the people around him.

With a grab in the air, he forcefully imprisoned Zhao Wuqing in midair. Countless sword Qis flew unrestrainedly, leaving countless scars on Zhao Wuqing's body.

Blood dripped down.

Ning Wufeng's pupils constricted, and he bellowed: "Step down!"

With scarlet eyes, Zhao Wuqing said with hatred, "If you want to kill my master, then step over my dead body!"

He roared as he activated the Soul Strength to its limits. The Flourishing and Withering Ghost King Soul Strength in his body had actually been mobilized. The binding power of the Law of the Sword quickly faded.

Boom ?

The Floating Dragon Spear shot out!

"How can a mad demon break free from the restraints of the power of law?" All the onlookers widened their eyes as they looked at the sky in shock. Many people could not understand how Zhao Wuqing was able to struggle free from the restrictions of the Sword Law.

Could it be that Xue Yan's sword laws were fake?

Elder Xue Yan was even more shocked and did not react. But in that moment, Zhao Wuqing's spear was already right in front of him. The spatter of the spear intent ripping apart his cheek jolted him awake.

"How could that be?" He mumbled to himself as he struck out a backhand palm towards the Wandering Dragon Spear.

What they did not know was that Zhao Wuqing's soul had the remnant might left behind by the Flourishing and Withering Ghost King, so the Soul Strength were not bound by the laws, thus Zhao Wuqing was able to escape from the shackles.

You Long Spear roared out, straight towards Elder Xue Yan's chest.

"You're courting death!" Elder Xue Yan was, after all, a cultivator of the Half-step Origin Core Stage. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately became clear-headed and grabbed at the air.

A huge force surged out, causing Zhao Wuqing to feel that he was unable to hold on to the Wandering Dragon Spear. With a boom, the berserk Spear Intent on the spear instantly exploded.

Violent Spiritual Energy surged as countless sword beams roared.

Zhao Wuqing's robes were all torn apart, the sharp sword qi causing his entire body to be covered in blood.

Puff ?

Elder Xue Yan waved his robe and directly sent him flying. Zhao Wuqing crashed to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

"Master, your disciple is useless." Zhao Wuqing groaned, then fainted on the spot.

Ning Wufeng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Elder Xue Yan looked at him with a cold smile, his eyes revealed a fierce light, and said with hatred: "Ning Wufeng, you still want your men to come up and die for you? I want to see how much is left. "

A spatial ripple suddenly appeared in front of Ning Wufeng.

"Senior Sister, leave it to me." Ning Wufeng stared at Elder Xue Yan with his sharp eyes, and said with a deep voice.

While talking, Ning Wufeng's Sea of Consciousness suddenly released a mysterious aura, his entire person shooting out.

Dragon God Art!

The power of five dragons once again struck out, at the same time, the Metal Element Blade released a dazzling light.

"Spirit Weapon!" Everyone's expressions changed, they never thought that Ning Wufeng would have such a treasure.

But, could owning a Spirit Weapon be enough to defeat Clan Elder Xue Yan?

Elder Xue Yan's eyes revealed greed, and laughed coldly: "I didn't expect you to have so many secrets, I'm going to dig it out for you bit by bit!"

"That will depend on your ability!" Ning Wufeng's expression was cold as the power of five Dragons tore through the air and descended.

The Power of Divine Consciousness rumbled as sand and stones flew into the air.

"Using the same move against a Half-step Origin Core Stage cultivator is absolutely foolish!" Elder Xue Yan snorted coldly.

The Dao of the Sword Laws revolved, and a brilliant light flashed.

Tens of thousands of sword qi were unrestrained, like dragons and tigers. When Ning Wufeng's huge dragon of consciousness approached Elder Xue Yan, countless sword Qis obstructed it. Every meter of the dragon's power weakened.

"Humph!" Elder Xue Yan let out a cold snort, and directly scattered the nearby huge dragon of consciousness.

The Soul Deception Spell!

At almost the same time, Ning Wufeng's Soul Strength was unleashed, shaking Elder Xue Yan's soul.

"Ghost Art Cultivators!"

The second time he used it, Elder Xue Yan recognized it as well. His pupils constricted, but he was completely stunned as well.

The Metal Element Blade whizzed out, as a qualitative golden light descended, instantly ripping apart the sword qi surrounding Elder Xue Yan's body.

Boom ?

When Elder Xue Yan felt the tip of the Sword Qi, his entire body shook and he threw out a palm strike. This time, his reaction speed also doubled.

Although he was not in a sorry state as before as he blocked Ning Wufeng's blade, his palm was still badly mutilated.

"Damn it!" Elder Xue Yan roared, and attacked again with his palm.

Nine Revolutions Bright Monarch Technique ? Five Revolutions Heaven and Earth Proximity Chance!

The force of a palm grazed Ning Wufeng's back, causing a scorching pain. However,'s figure had disappeared.

Dragon God Art...

Metal Element Blade

The same move was used in the same manner.

"Is Sleeping Demon trying to stall for time?" Someone whispered.

But what good would it do him to delay time?

Hei Hukui's face turned slightly ugly. He thought that Ning Wufeng was waiting for Black Tiger Sword Pavilion's reinforcements, but Black Tiger Sword Pavilion's reinforcements had already arrived.

They were trying to determine Ning Wufeng's value, and were also waiting for the right moment to make a move.

"Something is not right, the imposing aura of the Sleeping Demon is getting stronger and stronger!" Someone keenly noticed the abnormality and couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

How is this possible? Everyone was flabbergasted.

A cultivator of the late stage of the Spirit Soul Stage who had crossed two great realms to fight a cultivator of the Half-step Origin Core Stage, how could he get stronger the more he fought!

However, Ning Wufeng's aura was rising continuously!

Elder Xue Yan's face became darker and darker. In that moment, he was unable to take Ning Wufeng down. Moreover, it seemed that the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for him.

In his heart, he felt some regret. Perhaps he shouldn't have offended such a thorn from the start. Even if he could get rid of him, he would still get himself killed.

"Do you regret it?" Ning Wufeng's voice sounded faintly.

His physique was rather special. Every time he was pressured to his limits, his potential would be continuously tapped.

Suddenly, the Yin Yang Purple Lake started to spin crazily, his consciousness started to expand.2

This feeling was very familiar!

Ning Wufeng took a deep breath. Unknowingly, the Duke Ming Spirit had appeared behind him, its five heads and ten arms were covered with a rainbow light.

Such a strange Spirit made everyone feel unimaginable.

However, in the crowd, two pairs of eyes suddenly trembled, and fear appeared on the two people's faces.

How could that be? Could this be the reason why the ancestor told them to follow Ning Wufeng?

Baiyan Boy and Fairy Xiushui looked at each other and they could see the fear in each other's eyes. Wasn't this the statue of the Little Ming King Palace's Master?

At this moment, they had to report to the palace. The two of them nodded their heads heavily, and Fairy Xiushui turned around and left.

Ning Wufeng did not know that they were hiding in the crowd. But he knew that Elder Xue Yan's good days had come to an end.

The mysterious power of the Wise King appeared once again!

His aura continued to rise as the Metal Element Blade suddenly exploded with a dazzling light. With the support of the power of the Duke Ming, countless black spatial cracks appeared around the blade.

The strength of the Essential Pill Stage!

How is this possible? Elder Xue Yan felt that he must be dreaming, how could Ning Wufeng's strength suddenly increase so fast!

Ning Wufeng moved. The next moment, he told him that this wasn't a dream at all.

Upward Spell!

When he used the Metal Element Blade to execute the Nine Style of the Heavenly Sword, the berserk force surged.

"Sword Laws!" I don't believe that you can break apart my power of law! " Elder Xue Yan's hair stood on end as he roared.

Boom ?

The power of a single saber strike had torn apart his Laws of the Sword.

There was complete silence.

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