"Stop. The sword is in charge - the sword is in charge."

The man in white shouted loudly, and at this moment, the flying sword flew out under his feet, transforming into thousands of sword shadows, shooting towards Ning Caicheng like a rain of arrows, trying to stop Ning Caichen, but it was too late. Ning Caichen's movement was too fast, and his blood burst out, transforming into a huge bloodline.

Angry fingers, lightning strike!

"Ah—Puff—Rumbling..."

The scream sounded, it was the woman in red, but the sound stopped abruptly in an instant, and the blood-red fingers fell down and crushed the woman in red, directly crushing her body. Unless a great monk in the realm of the soul, he could take over the body without his body.

Rebirth, but the state of Yanghun Realm has no such means. Wood chips fly across the sky and tiles penetrate the sky. The house collapsed directly under this finger.

After doing everything, Ning Caichen followed a dodge and moved nearly a hundred meters away. He avoided the attack of the man in white behind and landed on a tall tree canopy. Looking at the man in white from afar, Ning Shan was also standing on a rooftop mountain not far away. He had never taken action.

, but he was very vigilant because he was preventing the other party from escaping, but obviously, even at this moment, the man in white had no intention of escaping because he had always been very confident.

On the other side, Tang Renjing, Bai Susu and the others also came over, but they did not step forward, retreated from a distance, stood on the street, watching the battle here.

"Okay! Well killed, Mr. Ning is a good person." Someone shouted loudly in the distance, but his voice was crying.

"These beasts are slanderous and have killed many villagers. They must kill them all, not one of them." Someone cursed and deeply abhorred these monks.

"Oh my God, why? Why, why, we did something wrong? We should treat us like this. Why do you monks involve us mortals?" Someone said in pain, looked at the tragic situation on the north city gate and asked loudly.

Tang Renjing raised his head, his eyes were red, his fists were tightly connected, and his nails were directly inserted into the flesh and blood!

"Did you hear it?" Ning Caichen looked at the man in white in the air!

"You shouldn't have killed them." The man in white looked a little bad, and he ignored the shouts and accusations of those ordinary people, nor did he pay attention to Ning Caichen's words. Instead, he looked at the collapsed ruins and the woman in green who was nailed to the trunk of the tree, and finally looked at Ning Caichen: "

Today, you will die. If you dare to go against our Shushan Sword Sect and Emei, no one will be able to do so. The evil demons will be punished. "

"Evil Demon, haha, so what if it's evil devil? Today, I, the evil devil, have a good look at what you famous sects have."

Ning Caichen smiled, and was extremely angry. These famous and upright sects are not only conceited, but also hypocritical. They are obviously covered in blood on their hands, but they also have to wear hypocritical appearances and talk to themselves with righteousness, which makes people disgusted.

"Today, I, the evil demon, want to seek justice for the dead people. See what you so-called right paths have to do, kill them!"

"boom!"

After the words, Ning Caichen's body jumped high, like a cannon shot at the white-clothed man in the air. The canopy at the big tree under his feet broke directly, stepped on the void, and burst out with blood and blood. He made eight strokes of free hand, either fingers, fists, palms, or legs, from all sides.

Fang rushed towards the man in white.

Wu Ce’s seventy-two movements softened various martial arts such as boxing, fingering, palm techniques, leg techniques, claw techniques, body techniques, etc., and now they were directly used by Ning Caichen!

"Sword-breaking style!"

The man in white changed his face slightly, and he squeezed a sword technique in his hand. The flying sword under his feet turned into a silver-white giant sword more than 60 meters long, slashing down vertically, as if torn apart the vacuum. At the same time, his body quickly retreated because he knew that the warrior was cultivating his body and was close to him.

War is the strength of warriors. Relatively speaking, monks focus on soul cultivation, but close combat is a weakness. Once they are approached by warriors of the same level, monks will most likely have no chance of winning.

boom!

The giant sword slashed down and wiped out Ning Caichen's attack.

"drink!"

Ning Caichen whistled, poked his right hand out again, turning into dozens of meters long, and grabbed the man in white.

"Don't overestimate one's own ability, kill me."

The flying sword surged again. He had just fought against each other and he had the upper hand. Now he was more confident. Even in his heart, he had always been very confident, but now he was less afraid of Ning Caichen. He did not retreat but instead advanced. He pinched the sword in his hand and controlled the flying sword to Ning Caichen.

There were too many fancy ones, and he wanted to kill Ning Caichen with absolute power!

This warrior who dares to challenge their great sect must be suppressed with iron blood.

"Give you death."

The man in white stepped on the void, his face was calm, without any sorrow or joy, and had a confidence in controlling everything. The white clothes were like a sword immortal, and the silver-white giant sword teared the air and pointed it at Ning Caichen.

"drink!"

At this moment, Ning Caichen shouted suddenly and his literary spirit burst out!

"Bang, puff! Boom..."

It can be seen that a layer of invisible power was centered on Ning Caichen, and several houses under his feet collapsed directly. The man in white also turned red in vain. He felt that his chest was hit by a thousand-pound hammer, and a mouthful of blood was protruding, and his body was like a scarecrow.

It flew backwards, and the controlled flying sword also slashed to the ground, and a large crack was slashed into the ground.

"Wen Qi!" The man in white who flew backwards screamed, his face suddenly changed. He didn't expect that Ning Caichen had also understood Wen Qi, and it was obviously stronger than martial arts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suffered severe damage all of a sudden, even if it was unexpected.

"Bow! Arrow!"

Ning Caichen took advantage of the victory to pursue the battle, and transformed into shape. He pinched out a silver-white crystal longbow with his left hand, condensed a silver-white light arrow with his right hand, and bent his back to form a sci-fi shape.

"Take your life!"

"laugh!"

The light arrow broke through the sky like a dazzling meteor, as if it had penetrated through the void, running directly towards the man in white who had not stopped.

"Break it for me."

The man in white changed color and hurriedly pinched a sword technique, put his palm on his back to form a sword, slashing out a sword light, trying to erase the light arrow.

"Puchi,,,she!"

Finally, a blood flower bloomed in the air, the sword light was directly wiped out, and the light arrow penetrated into the man in white and exploded, and there was no time to scream, the man in white - die.

Ning Caichen's body also fell on a roof, looking at the bloody rain and some minced meat that fell from the air, which was from the man in white just now!

At this point, the two female monks in Emei and the male sword cultivator in Shushan died directly, but Ning Caichen could not feel the pleasure of killing his opponent. He looked at the north city gate. The city wall was broken and there was a large area of ​​fallen. At the gate, there was a large area of ​​red and black.

The blood pool, those who escaped to the gate of the north city, have now turned into blood, with thousands of people remaining without any bones.

The battle ended, Tang Renjing and the others walked over, Ning Caichen and Ningshan also landed on the street, behind them was a large group of people, all of whom were residents of Chen County.

"Woooo..." "Woooooooooooooooooo..."

Slowly, there were whimpers in the crowd, and in the end, the cries sounded.

"Husband."

Bai Susu's eyes were red and she stood beside Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen didn't speak, his face was silent. He won this battle, but also lost.

"Young master, your hand."

Gao Lan spoke and found that Ning Caichen's right hand was covered with blood at some point. There was a huge hole in his palm, which was left when he was fighting with the man in white. Although the battle ended quickly, it seemed that he used thunder to kill Baiyi.

The man, but in fact, he himself was also injured. If it weren't for the sudden use of his literary spirit and the opponent was unable to rub his hands, the battle would be even more difficult.

Among the monks, sword cultivators are the best at attacking, and Shushan Sword Sect is the first in attacking, which is not unreasonable.
Chapter completed!