The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

Long Yuanzhao raised his head and saw Shan Zhengxing and Ning Lie flashing back and forth in the sky like shooting stars. Shan Zhengxing retreated while attacking Ning Lie with fierce sword energy, while Ning Lie was like the end of a crossbow. The last charge has been exhausted, and the last insignificant distance between him and Shan Zhengxing has become the straw that overwhelms him.

"Hey!" Long Yuanzhao let out a long breath, lost interest in looking again, and turned his attention to the Ning family's army not far away, because he already knew that the battle in the sky alone Zhengxing would definitely win.

He raised his palms high and said, "The disciples of the Supreme Sword Sect are ready to attack!"

When the army standing behind Long Yuanzhao heard this, Qi Qi pulled out his sword and looked forward solemnly. At this time, Ning Lie's father noticed that his son was gradually losing the wind, and he couldn't help losing his mind with anxiety.

After all, he opened his mouth to save Ning Lie, and gave a wrong attack command. Thousands of Ning family disciples plunged into the attack range of the Supreme Sword Sect.

Crackling...Thousands of sword auras attacked the Ning family's children like flickering flames. Patriarch Ning rushed forward while lowering his head, and shouted anxiously on the other side: "Everyone, pay attention to avoiding the sword aura!"

After he finished speaking, dozens of disciples were knocked down as soon as he turned around. Patriarch Ning gritted his teeth and showed no hesitation or timidity on his face. Lead the disciples of the Ning family to cross this death distance.

On the other side, Long Yuanzhao was floating in mid-air, with his hands on his shoulders like a giant god, in front of everyone in the Ning family. He was an unattainable mountain, and also the strongest line of defense of the Supreme Sword Sect.

Patriarch Ning stared straight at Long Yuanzhao with his eyes wide open, his eyebrows stood up like sharp swords, he had already learned about Long Yuanzhao's strength from other people, and within a few days he wiped out the Demon Cultivation Sect The Qingfengmen, and even the Chang family of the five major families fell at his feet a few days ago.

Patriarch Ning really broke into a cold sweat, his eyes flickered, looking at his body that was no longer at its peak, he began to doubt whether he could defeat Long Yuanzhao.

"Even if it is a mountain that is difficult to climb, I will climb it today. This battle is related to the survival of our Ning family. I must not lose!"

Patriarch Ning took a long breath, and then rushed towards Long Yuanzhao with the courage to face death without looking back.

Long Yuanzhao's figure floated up and down gently, he finally let go of his hands on his shoulders, and shouted: "Blood waves swirling to the sky."

Long Yuanzhao stretched out his palm to the sky to transport his spiritual power, and the turbulent cyclone quickly gathered in his palm, and the surrounding wind was sucked in along with the spiritual power, and was compressed layer by layer, finally forming a mass of violent and terrifying energy group.

The cyclone didn't stop spinning, it was still crazily devouring everything around it to strengthen itself, like a glutton!
The spiritual power of Shifang Moyin Divine Art has two very remarkable characteristics, one is pervasive corrosion, the other is devouring, Long Yuanzhao's future dark annihilation is also formed in this way, but its gathered power is stronger than it is now Ten times, a hundred times.

As the cyclone got bigger and bigger, the energy group began to leave Long Yuanzhao's palm and float upwards, and even the clouds were involved, further strengthening his own power, and the world changed color at that moment.

The disciples of the Ning family had never seen such a battle before, they all stopped and shouted: "What is that?"

"My God! It's scary!"

"If we rush in again, we will definitely die."

Seeing that Long Yuanzhao made this destructive move, the members of the Supreme Sword Sect couldn't help letting go of their worries.

They laughed and said, "The rats of the Ning family continue to attack."

"Elder Long's safekeeping will send you to the west."

Everyone in the Ning family was afraid of Long Yuanzhao's notoriety, but when they heard the threats from the disciples of the Supreme Sword Sect, they fell into chaos, and there was one person who dared to step forward.

Master Ning was very anxious when he saw this, and he cursed: "You cowards have been frightened by the enemy's words before you have fought, what qualifications do you have to be a body trainer?"

"Physical training is to use one's steel body to block the enemy's various attacks. No matter how many methods he uses, I will stand still." The more Ning Patriarch said, the more excited he tore off his shirt, revealing his lean body. His body, under the blessing of spiritual power, actually shone with a faint golden light.

"What are you afraid of? Let the old man block this trick for you."

After Patriarch Ning finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated like an arrow and shot towards Long Yuanzhao. Long Yuanzhao threw out the heavy blood wave Xuantian with all his strength.

Although Xuetao Xuantian was flying very slowly, due to its huge size, it was unavoidable when it reached Patriarch Ning. Patriarch Ning slammed his fists hard, hardened with the steel body tempered for hundreds of years. After eating this move, the blood wave that changed the color of the world.

Xuetao Xuantian not only has a destructive force, but also an unstoppable spinning force. As soon as Patriarch Ning's body came into contact with the cyclone, his arms curled together violently like two hemp ropes. He gritted his teeth and held on. The chest heaved violently, this feeling was even more painful than taking a knife to goug out a piece of bloody flesh.

The disciples of the Ning family stared wide-eyed at their Patriarch standing at the front. When Patriarch Ning couldn't support his body and fell back violently, they couldn't help but gasped, "Patriarch, you have to hold on!"

"Patriarch, you must not lose to the devil Long Yuanzhao!"

"Yes, I can't lose!" A drop of sweat dripped from Patriarch Ning's forehead, and he raised his head to look at Long Yuanzhao with difficulty. As expected, the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead... I heard from Ning Lie that this young man seemed to be only twenty years old. how old.

It's unbelievable that he can become one of the best qi cultivators in the world in his 20s.

No... It's number one, not number two. Patriarch Ning compared Long Yuanzhao and Lin Yi's father in his heart. Patriarch Lin seemed to be stronger at his peak, but not much.

Now Patriarch Lin, like him, has been suppressed by Quan Dan for so many years, and has long since lost his vigor, and has become lifeless like a clay statue. Patriarch Lin is definitely not Long Yuanzhao's opponent.

"It's such a pity! Cough cough... I really want to have a good fight with you in my peak period." After all, Patriarch Lin is old and weak, and Quan Dan's suppressing strength for many years is far from what it used to be. Even his body couldn't stop Long Yuanzhao's domineering and vicious spiritual power.

A trace of blood gradually oozed from the corner of his mouth, and finally he was shot hundreds of meters away with a bang like a dam bursting in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground.

Ning Lie hurriedly turned his head when he heard his father's scream, "Father!"

"Ah!" Seeing Patriarch Ning's miserable appearance, Ning Lie raised his head to the sky and screamed, immediately put down his order and flew towards his father.

"Where do you want to escape, brat?" Shan Zhengxing finally beat Ning Lie to half-mutilation after a lot of exhaustion, and now seeing Ning Lie abandoning himself, he couldn't help but get angry.

He was about to chase after him, but Long Yuanzhao reached out and stopped him...