Chapter 298: Proceeding to the First Contest of Mysterious Pills

"I've wanted to come up and teach you a long time ago, but now that you're looking for death, I'll do it for you..." The corner of Jin Lin's mouth showed a hint of ferocity, and a blue sword shadow in his raised hand had already shot at Ning Cheng. watermark ad test watermark ad test

When the sword shadow just shot out, there was still a bluish sword aura, and after an instant, waves of sword patterns completely formed around Ning Cheng.

Ning Cheng immediately knew that Jin Lin was stronger than all the monks he had fought on this stage before. And the wave of the opponent's sword pattern is somewhat similar to his ax pattern. This kind of rippled true essence killing intent is the most difficult to form. Ning Cheng has a deep understanding of the ax intent and obviously understands this.

At the same moment, Ning Cheng's Xuanbing Spear flicked, and the Xuanbing Thirty-Six Sword Light blasted out.

"Qiang Qiang..." The dense killing intent echoed on the ring, and the densely packed sword patterns fell on the spear light net formed by Ningcheng Xuanbing's thirty-six spears, and could no longer advance an inch.

Jin Lin couldn't believe that Ning Cheng's gun light net could actually block his own sword pattern. During the frenzied agitation of his true essence, wave after wave of sword patterns slammed into Ning Cheng's spear net.

"Boom..." The wave of the sword pattern finally exploded, completely tearing Ning Cheng's Xuanbing Thirty-Six Spear Gauntlets apart. The powerful true energy backfired, causing Jin Lin to retreat a few steps away.

Ning Cheng didn't move, and he admired Jin Lin's strength in his heart. It is not an exaggeration to say that ordinary Xuandan monks can cultivate to the level of Jinlin, and there are few opponents at the same level.

However, Jin Lin's expression changed. The wave of the sword pattern he had been agitating so frantically just now had no way to shake Ning Cheng at all. This Ning Cheng is really terrifying, it can be seen that what Jiang Jun and Elder Hua Ding said are correct, Ning Cheng's strength is definitely stronger than him.

"Take another sword from me..."

While Jin Lin was speaking, the blue sword in his hand slashed through the air, and the blue sword brought out a wide sword glow of tens of feet. The power of this sword light seems to split the entire ring, and everything under this sword light. They will all be turned into powder by the sword light.

Streams of blood gushed out from the top of Jin Lin's head. Even a fool would know that Jin Lin's sword had unleashed his own potential, and he even did not hesitate to burn his blood. It can be seen that if he doesn't kill Ning Cheng in his heart, he will never give up.

"Break it for me..." When the huge sword light was still in the air. Jin Lin yelled again with great momentum. He has already deeply experienced Ning Cheng's strength. He knew that if he didn't use his trump card, he would definitely not be able to do anything to Ning Cheng.

"Kaka. Boom..." The blue sword light blasted into Ning Cheng's newly condensed spear light net, making a shattering explosion.

The Xuanbing thirty-six guns were blasted away,

And Ning Cheng was driven by this kind of sword burning essence and blood, and took a few steps back. But at this time, the blue sword glow not only did not dim. Instead, it stretches and widens again. The berserk sword intent that swept down seemed to stop Ning Cheng until it was smashed into pieces.

Ning Cheng was furious, he didn't take Jin Lin seriously, this guy actually thought that he could kill him by burning his blood essence.

With a flick of the Profound Spear, there were bursts of whimpers, and some high-strength cultivators knew very well that the whimpering of the Profound Spear in Ningcheng was not only due to the aroused spear intent. Some cracks on the gun head are also the main reason. If there is no crack in the tip of the gun, the strength of this gun will be more than doubled.

"Boom..." The mysterious ice gun slammed onto the falling brilliant blue sword glow, bringing out bursts of violent vortices of true essence.

Jin Lin's chest was blocked, and his true essence rolled down. A mouthful of blood could no longer hold back and spurted out directly. When he saw that Ning Cheng didn't retreat even an inch, and the long spear in his hand condensed into a killing blade again, his heart immediately sank.

At this moment, he has fully understood that he is not one or two points worse than Ning Cheng, but not on the same level at all, just like the gap between Xuandan and Yuanhun. Although he was ranked ninth, in his heart, even Leng Yu, who was ranked third, was not necessarily better than him. And he, there is such a big gap with Ning Cheng.

Thinking of the gap between Xuandan and Yuanshen, Jin Lin felt chills, how could this be possible? Did this person hide his cultivation? Already a cultivator in the Yuanhun Realm, but you want to hide in the Profound Core Realm?

But the moment his thoughts changed, the spear had already reached Jin Lin's eyebrows, as if passing through a layer of window paper.

Desperation and fear surged into Jin Lin's heart, and this emotion instantly sank into a kind of darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"Pa-ta." Jin Lin's body fell to the ground like a piece of torn sackcloth.

The surroundings became silent. Although everyone didn't know the rules, they knew very well that no matter what level of competition it was, the further back the better. Now the Profound Core Realm competition has just started, and it is so exciting. One of the top ten sects, a monk of the Chixing Sword Sect who was rated ninth in the preliminary round was shot and killed.

A moment of silence was followed by bursts of roars and applause. The monks watching the battle don't care who you are, what they want to see is blood and excitement.

Tang Guangxi, the Huading Elder of the Scarlet Star Sword Sect, clenched his fists, wishing he could go on stage and kill Ning Cheng immediately. A total of two Xuandan monks from the Scarlet Star Sword Sect entered the preliminary round, the fewest among the top ten sects. But now these two Xuandan cultivators were all killed by Ning Cheng.

"Leng Yu of the Heavenly Dao Sect came up to learn..." Leng Yu, who had just left, went up to the ring for the second time.

This was something that was impossible to happen in the previous big competition, but it also happened. Now not only is Ning Cheng's tacit understanding of disregarding the competition, other sects have also begun to ignore this tacit understanding.

Everyone knows that the strongest final of the Xuandan Realm has started ahead of schedule. Ning Cheng's behavior caused dissatisfaction among the other sect's Xuandan masters, and this dissatisfaction can only be resolved through the stage.

Whoever has the biggest fist will speak.

"I came up just now, and you went down. I hope you don't go down again this time, lest I come up again next time you come up." Leng Yu's tone was cold, murderous.

Ning Cheng smiled slightly, "You think highly of yourself. I went down because I was afraid that no one would dare to challenge me again. Since you can't get 80 points no matter what, then you don't have to go up and down for a while, what a bother."

"Arrogance..." Leng Yu sneered, and at the same time, his hands shook slightly.

Ning Cheng didn't see any magic weapon, nor did he see anything plotting against him, but he could feel a cold killing intent enveloping him.

At this time, Ning Cheng's powerful spiritual consciousness was manifested, and a faint thread was like a long knife, rolling towards Ning Cheng from the waist.

With such a powerful killing intent, Ning Cheng must be a monk whose strength is equivalent to that of a late Yuanhun monk. Once he is entangled by this kind of thin thread, it will form a two-half situation.

Ning Cheng was stunned in his heart, as expected, no monk should be underestimated. Leng Yu is just a cultivator of Xuandan, and he can sacrifice this kind of magic weapon that even ordinary consciousness can't grasp. This guy is comparable to the strength of the soul soul in the early stage, and he is definitely a master who can leapfrog challenges.

Once Ning Cheng dealt with Leng Yu seriously, even a few Leng Yu would not be enough for Ning Cheng to kill.

Before Leng Yu's filament had time to melt into two, Ning Cheng's Profound Spear had already wrapped around the thin thread, and at the same time, the Profound Spear in Ning Cheng's hand rolled several times in succession.

The thin thread that couldn't even be detected by the divine sense was instantly engulfed by Ning Cheng's Profound Spear and swept away. Even if Leng Yu forcibly used his spiritual sense to take back his magic weapon, it would still be thrown into the sea without any news.

A murderous space suddenly formed around Leng Yu, and his heart became icy instantly. Ning Cheng used a broken middle-grade spiritual weapon to take away his top-grade spiritual weapon, and trapped him. At this time, Ning Cheng could easily kill him, and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

How could a Xuandan cultivator be so strong? Even in the hands of the Primordial Soul cultivator, he can still communicate with his own emptiness and mist line. Now that Ning Cheng took away his Flowing Mist Line, he has no way to communicate. It's ridiculous that when he came to the stage before, he was still thinking about how to teach Ning Cheng a lesson, and then he said coldly to Ning Cheng, for the sake of senior brother Li Lingfan, I won't kill you, so don't take yourself too seriously.

But at this moment, he felt that things were completely opposite, and he didn't dare to move at this moment. He knew that Ning Cheng wanted to kill him at this time, and he had no way at all. He could only resign himself to fate and wait for Ning Cheng's decision.

"For Li Lingfan's sake, I won't kill you, you go down." Ning Cheng said flatly what Leng Yu wanted to say before. He let Leng Yu go, but Leng Yu's magic weapon was gone, and he didn't return it.

Leng Yu walked off the ring with a pale face, without the arrogance he had before.

"How is it possible? Leng Yu lost?"

"Leng Yu is the third place in the preliminary evaluation of the Xuandan Realm. How could he lose? And it was so easy?"

"There is nothing impossible. I can only say that this Ning Cheng is more powerful than everyone imagined. Let's guess, the next person on stage is Deng Xiaoyue, the second-ranked disciple of the Zhanqing Dao Sect, or the first-ranked disciple of Qianchanyuan Nie Xingxian?"

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A handsome young girl from Severing Love Dao Sect was held back by another female cultivator, "Junior Sister Xiaoyue, you are not Ning Cheng's opponent yet, so don't go up there. Besides, Ning Cheng also saved my life, maybe I will still be Ying Cheng in the future." Senior Sister Die's lover, don't go on stage."

"Yes, Senior Sister Bu." The girl named Bu Mei replied, but did not move.

"Nie Xingxian, a disciple of Qianchanyuan, came to learn from brother Ning." A monk with several scars on his head landed on the ring.

Ning Cheng looked at Nie Xingxian suspiciously and said, "Are you a monk or a monk?"

Nie Xingxian patted his bald head honestly, "Yes, I am a monk."

"Since you are a monk, why do you still come up to fight for strength?" Ning Cheng asked, if it was before, he would definitely not talk nonsense like this. Now Ning Cheng knows that even if he defeats Nie Xingxian, it is impossible to get 80 points. As for whether Nie Xingxian did it or not, it didn't matter at all.

"It's true." Nie Xingxian replied honestly, and the next moment he had already sacrificed a gray Zen staff. The Zen stick took thousands of stick shadows and rushed towards Ning Cheng.

Ning Cheng didn't expect that Nie Xingxian looked so simple and honest, but he was so shameless and cunning.

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