Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Lu Chaoyang finally made his long-awaited appearance.

The young man was dressed in yellow, with his black hair tied up high, and his deep facial features gave him a somewhat exotic look.

This attracted many female disciples in the audience to look at him.

"Ning Xiyuan, are you scared?"

"I'm going to tear off your hypocritical mask right now!"

The referee left, but Lu Chaoyang was in no hurry to take action. He looked at Ning Xiyuan with a smug expression.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid."

She suppressed her annoyance and said it casually.

I'm really scared of this idiot who keeps talking nonstop.

I don't understand at all why the villain dies because he talks too much.

Lu Chaoyang couldn't see Ning Xiyuan's perfunctory attitude. He was proud in his heart and snorted coldly: "I won't show mercy."

He must clear his name.

Then Lu Chaoyang raised the Red Shadow Sword in his hand, and the sword flashed with red light and the sword light was dazzling.

This is a good sword.

In the battle against the demons, he killed countless enemies, and was powerful and sharp.

Ning Xiyuan cleared her throat, stood up straight, and watched the young man slash at her with his sword.

The sword wind just swung through the air and whistled towards her.

Lu Chaoyang has reached the Golden Core stage of cultivation.

One of the most celebrated talents of the new generation.

His kendo skills are even more amazing.

This body's cultivation level is only Qi Refining. As long as she doesn't resist, the sword wind alone will be able to tear her to pieces.

Ning Xiyuan sighed.

Finally...it's all settled.

The sword wind turned a corner in front of her and brushed past her ear.

"clang!"

The sound was not loud enough to attract anyone's attention.

The earrings inlaid with black diamonds fell down, along with a strand of black hair.

"Haha, why don't you hide?"

"Be afraid!"

Lu Chaoyang was still shouting.

Obviously, he knew that the other party had no ability to fight back and was just teasing him.

There was an uproar in the stands.

Why doesn’t the young master hide?

They all saw clearly that if the tip of the sword had been off by just a little bit, it would have been fatal.

Shouldn't...

Are the rumors circulating in the sect these days true?

Amid the noise, Ning Xiyuan felt his temple throb twice.

She bent down and picked up the scattered hair on the ground.

There are also severed diamond earrings.

There was a coldness in his eyes.

The girl stood up and looked at Lu Chaoyang.

The broken hair and diamonds turned into ashes in her hands and flew away with the wind, along with the girl's lingering laziness.

"Lu Chaoyang..."

Ning Xiyuan whispered these three words and held the God-Slaying Sword tightly in his right hand.

Lu Chaoyang looked at the way Ning Xiyuan held the sword and laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Do you think you can defeat me with the Sword of the Gods?"

too naive.

A piece of trash who can't even hold a sword correctly!

What’s the use of having a good sword!

Lu Chaoyang raised the Red Shadow and felt that using the Red Shadow to defeat such an opponent was simply...

It's an insult to Chiying.

How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife?

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes to conceal some murderous intent, then turned into a black shadow and appeared in front of Lu Chaoyang in an instant.

The sword of killing gods chopped down.

Correct.

Cut it off.

Ning Xiyuan doesn't know how to use a sword.

But what does it matter.

Anything that can kill people, no matter if it's a sword, a knife, or something else.

"clang!"

The girl's figure was too fast, and the Sword of God-Slaying was too fast too.

Lu Chaoyang relied on instinct to swing his sword to block.

Spiritual energy burst out, and the pressure belonging to the golden elixir instantly swept across the entire arena.

Lu Chaoyang is only twenty years old now. He is a golden elixir at the age of twenty, a rare young genius among men.

However, Ning Xiyuan's spiritual energy did not contain any coercion.

Can't even tell the level.

As if it was covered up by something.

"You're just practicing Qi, and you dare to claim to be number one!"

Lu Chaoyang lowered his voice, his tone full of disdain.

Even depressed.

He could naturally feel it when he fought with it.

For such a long time, he had been suppressed by such a loser.

Lu Chaoyang chopped back, and the girl seemed unable to resist and had to retreat.

Lu Chaoyang was not surprised by this.

When you use an egg to hit a rock, how can you not retreat?

The God-Slaying Sword drew a sword mark on the ground, and the girl half-knelt on the ground.

The drooping black hair concealed her face, only occasionally revealing a hint of paleness.

Lu Chaoyang did not hesitate and stepped forward.

The red shadow slashed down heavily.

Just this time!

He will definitely be able to tear off the hypocritical masks that prevent him from becoming the best in the world.

Any roadblock without any foundation should be kicked away.

"clang!"

There was the sound of weapons colliding again.

The God-Slaying Sword collided with the red shadow.

The distance between them was so close that he could clearly see the sword in the girl's hand.

It is the Sword of God-Slaying, not...the Sword of All Gods.

Ning Xiyuan raised his head, revealing a pale face, and the teardrop moles at the corners of his eyes were shockingly red.

The girl's bloodstained lips were equally bright red.

"ha..."

Fragments of laughter escaped from the mouth of the girl in front of him.

The next second, the Sword of the Gods raised up and blasted him away with unrivaled force.

The scene changed suddenly, causing countless people to stare with wide eyes.

Yan Qian'an sighed softly.

The evil energy that had just gathered in the hand behind the back dissipated.

His prey...

You must never die at the hands of others.

Lu Chaoyang was shocked, but his surprise had just begun.

The God-Slaying Sword in Ning Xiyuan's hand chopped down on his forehead in an instant.

Block again.

The force was so strong that he could not stop backing away.

The blade of the Sword of God-Slaying is slender, but at this moment it seems like a heavy sword, weighing a thousand pounds.

Qi refining and golden elixir?

At this moment, level suppression seemed to not exist at all.

"clang!"

"clang!"

The clear sound of two swords colliding could be heard on the ring.

The Sword of God-Slaying is still unstoppable even when used as a machete.

fast.

too fast.

Lu Chaoyang thought that his swordsmanship was agile and sophisticated, and fast enough.

But facing the girl who was coming with a sword.

Still too slow.

It was so slow that he could only defend himself with all his might, without any chance for him to counterattack.

The girl's sword skills were completely random, which was completely beyond Lu Chaoyang's understanding.

He had learned swordsmanship since he was a child. He was familiar with the rules of different swordsmanship, whether fast or slow, soft or hard, enough to master them.

But the one he was facing right now was not a swordsman.

Even if you hold a sword, what you are using is not sword skills.

Lu Chaoyang didn’t have time to think so much. He wanted to find a breakthrough, but Ning Xiyuan’s method was too cruel.

Faster and harder.

So he had no choice but to retreat!

"clang!"

Another crisp collision.

But the last time.

Chi Ying was knocked to the ground, and Lu Chaoyang's wrist seemed to be broken and he lost consciousness.

"boom!"

The red shadow was inserted into the ring, with cracks all over it, and it swept away the dust in a whole circle.

Lu Chaoyang was already standing at the edge of the ring.

Facing Ning Xiyuan's final sword.

He no longer had any weapons to resist.

Then the spiritual energy gathered into a shield, which was cut through by the God-Slaying Sword in the blink of an eye.

The sword wind was equally intimidating, passing across the neck.

Lu Chaoyang had never felt so close to death.

Blood oozed from the tiny cuts.

The yellow-clothed boy's high ponytail was completely cut off.

Ning Xiyuan looked at him, a smile on his lips, his voice trembling, full of joy and excitement: "Don't touch... my things."

The girl's eyes were cold, making his heart chill.

The tip of the God-Slaying Sword lightly pointed at Lu Chaoyang's shoulder.

He fell off the stage.