Chapter 649: Ning Rongrong VS Abyss Saint (Part 2)

"It seems that you have run out of tricks, Lord of the Abyss." The indifferent tone gave people an extremely cold feeling.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tower returned to Ning Rongrong's left hand without a weapon again.

"Next, I will kill you. If you don't want to die, go back to the Abyss Passage."

"Kill me and let me go back to the Abyss Passage?" The Lord of the Abyss twisted the word "well" on his forehead, his chest kept rising and falling, and he laughed in anger.

"Human, who gave you the courage to say you can kill me?"

"I don't know why you have such strength, but the first-level god cannot be provoked."

"Go to hell!"

The Lord of the Abyss burst out with a strong breath, and the Sea God Trident in his hand once again transformed into a natural abyss-breaking halberd.

This time, the Lord of the Abyss learned a lot. He did not fight a head-on battle. Relying on his current speed that could reach the peak of the second-level god, he appeared behind Ning Rongrong at a lightning speed.

"Die!"

The breath of the abyss, like the wailing of Jiuyou, accompanied by black flames, the weapon fell fiercely.

"Dang--"

The aftershocks erupted again with the weapon of the Abyss Saint as the core, and the terrifying energy spread to the periphery of the Far North.

The blood that surged up his throat was swallowed by the Abyss Saint.

Suddenly, the Abyss Saint widened his eyes, and the pupil-less whites of his eyes were full of disbelief.

"No, this is impossible!"

The Abyss Saint and Ning Rongrong maintained a stalemate, but the superiority was determined at a glance.

The Abyss Saint trembled slightly, and the hand holding the Heavenly Saint Rifting Halberd was unconsciously sweating.

"Two, two fingers pinched my full-strength attack."

"You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Even if the opponent blocked the attack with the sword in his right hand, the Abyss Saint was not so surprised.

However, this native, this monster called Ning Rongrong, pinched the position of the blade of the Heavenly Saint Rifting Halberd with his index and middle fingers.

Although it was not his own trump card super artifact, it had a penetrating effect.

It was so easy to grasp it?

How strong must this body be!

Does this mean that the pink-haired girl in front of him has a body that is stronger than the sword in her hand?

Is this scientific?

"It's over."

Ning Rongrong's calm voice slowly sounded, and her sharp mental power locked onto the Abyss Saint.

The Abyss Saint, who felt Ning Rongrong's mental power at close range, once again showed an incredible expression.

"The mental power is comparable to that of a first-level god, you..."

Before the Abyss Saint could continue, Ning Rongrong's voice continued to come.

But this time, the Abyss Saint was not only imprisoned in his body, but also in his soul.

"This is the first time I have used this move in this way."

"Maybe, um... you can prepare for your funeral."

The Glazed Holy Sword emitted a dazzling light, and heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky.

Even though it was eroded by the abyss, the entire Far North was still extremely cold.

Not to mention that when Ning Rongrong released her power, this chill would freeze the soul and body of the Abyss Saint.

White light flashed.

The extreme coldness burst out in all directions like a galloping horse.

The sky seemed to be cracked.

The surface frost of the Far North condensed and expanded outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The body of the Abyss Saint was completely swallowed by the light, and he couldn't even make a wail.

"Sword Skill - One Sword Frosts the Nineteen Continents"

In an instant, the sky stopped.

The goose-feather snow stopped at this moment, quietly maintaining its original movement.

One by one, the ice sculptures erected by the Abyss creatures stayed quietly in the sky or on the ground.

The entire Far North was covered with ice and snow in an instant.

"Too... too terrible."

In the distance, the scope of Tianshui City.

Rows of Titled Douluo swallowed their saliva.

Each of them held a telescope soul guide device obtained from the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect in their hands, and through remote adjustment and observation, they saw the scene of Ning Rongrong fighting with the Abyss Saint.

The strength of the Abyss Saint is definitely above the Limit Douluo.

Even at such a long distance, the abyss breath produced by the fight could still be heard from time to time.

From time to time, Title Douluo had to resist to prevent the city from being affected.

But no matter how the battle went, it was not as shocking as the current scene.

"Just one sword."

That's right, one sword.

The body of the Abyss Saint began to freeze, and everything seemed to have lost its vitality.

Including the countless abyss creatures on the ground, which were like locusts, became dense ice sculptures under the influence of the power of this sword.

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The most terrifying thing was that the Far North, which had slightly increased its temperature due to the abyss breath, was now covered with snow again, as if it was created by the Heavenly Palace.

And the time and space of the entire Far North seemed to be still.

The snowflakes that stagnated in the sky and did not fall were the most favorable evidence.

"Ning... Sect Master Ning, your daughter's strength is really beyond the reach of others!"

Qian Daoliu's hand holding the telescope trembled slightly, and he moved the telescope away from his eye socket and looked at Ning Fengzhi not far away, with a very complicated expression.

"No, no, Senior Qian Daoliu is too kind, Rongrong still has a lot to learn."

Ning Fengzhi's mouth corners were almost stretched to his forehead,

"She told me before that her strength was too weak, and if she accidentally fought with the God King, she didn't know if she could win."

Qian Daoliu: "..."

Others: "..."

Damn, the shameless Ning Fengzhi is a gigolo.

She climbed from level 79 to level 98.

Envy, aren't you?

Ignoring Ning Fengzhi's Versailles, everyone's eyes were once again on the telescope. You know, it was a battle of gods, and learning a few tricks might be able to go a step further.

Ning Fengzhi was also excited at this time.

To be honest, she really didn't know that her daughter was so strong.

With such strength, of course, she doesn't have to be afraid of the Spirit Hall.

Even if he tied up Qian Renxue, the cunning disciple, and threw her into the secret room to leave her to Ning Rongrong.

Qian Daoliu might not dare to rush Ning Fengzhi.

Ahem...

This is just an example, after all, there is a secret room.

That is the "fine tradition" of the Spirit Hall. Our Jiubao Liuli Sect doesn't have this.

...

Battlefield area.

The Abyss Saint has completely disappeared.

The stagnant time and space gradually recovered. Without the control of the Abyss Saint Lord, the Heavenly Saint Rifting Trident turned back to the original Seagod Trident and fell directly to the ground.

"Not bad, I can barely exert the power of a first-level god."

Ning Rongrong looked at the amazing work she had created with emotion. If it weren't for the deep foundation of the Far North, she might not be able to use the power of ice to completely transform her skills.

Time and space, the ultimate freezing.

"Abyss Saint Lord, you have been defeated." Ning Rongrong slowly landed on the ground, picked up the Seagod Trident lying on the ground, and then flew to the location of the crack in the Snow Valley.

The previous blow cleared the abyss creatures in the entire Far North.

Next, as long as the abyss channel below is sealed again, there should be no problem.

"Just be careful and don't meet the Crimson Mother around the channel."

"The advantage is mine."