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

Chapter 71 Pressure

Everyone stopped in front of the towering ruined palace.

The heavy feeling that came over them made them stand in awe and awe in their hearts.

They dared not go any further.

Taking one more step would be like blasphemy and be punishable by death.

"Tsk, so broken."

Ning Xiyuan made a casual comment with a hint of disdain in his tone, breaking everyone's train of thought.

So everyone began to return to reality and focus on what they were pursuing.

artifact.

They came here to take away the artifact.

Without any hesitation, both the disciples of Tianjian Sect and Ning Jin and Lin Hansheng walked quickly towards the gate of the temple.

Everyone is eager, everyone is vying for the first place.

But from the moment they took this step, everyone felt an unprecedented pressure.

It's overwhelming.

Some people sweat profusely after taking just one step and are unable to take a second step forward.

Han Ying was mentally prepared.

A divine weapon is not something that can be easily obtained.

She gritted her teeth and mobilized all her spiritual power to resist the pressure coming from all directions that wanted to crush them.

Every step was difficult.

Some people stopped early, while others are still struggling.

When Han Ying had reached her limit, she could vaguely see Chu Aotian's figure in front of her.

She had to admit it all the time.

Chu Aotian's talent makes everyone intimidated.

Han Ying stopped, she knew she couldn't take even one step forward.

Ning Xiyuan was still standing there, so she could see it clearly.

Who walks the fastest.

Ning Jin.

Ning Jin walked at the front of the crowd, even further than others, and even Chu Aotian found it difficult to catch up.

Whenever this happened, she could always feel the extraordinary power from Ning Jin.

It's not luck.

But something else...dirty.

"Everyone, why don't you leave?"

Ning Jin's cheeks were slightly red and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

It can be seen that she was not walking on smooth ground under this pressure.

But the road ahead was becoming increasingly difficult. Ning Jin felt as if his feet weighed a thousand pounds every time he tried to lift them.

Looking back, no one could keep up with her, but Ning Jin still had a smile on her face.

"Junior sister? Why don't you leave?"

Ning Jin smiled and spoke in a loud voice, pointing the finger at Ning Xiyuan.

Look!

She is still stronger than Ning Xiyuan.

"I'm afraid she can't even take a step!" Lin Hansheng, who was slumped on the ground, sneered disdainfully.

He couldn't move at all.

I might as well just give up, which also allows me to make sarcastic remarks and laugh at others.

But just as he finished speaking, he saw the girl in black stepping briskly into the land, passing by her casually, and even stepped on his hand accidentally.

Lin Hansheng:!!!

"Sister, why don't you leave?"

Ning Xiyuan easily stood on the same level as Ning Jin, raised the corners of his lips, and asked back in the same way as Ning Jin had just done.

Ning Jin: “….”

She was silent.

But I was shocked.

It was really that Ning Xiyuan walked too easily, as if he was not affected by the pressure at all.

This is impossible!

Ning Jin gritted his teeth and walked forward.

But the movement of lifting the calf is really slow.

"Senior sister, you are so slow."

While she was gritting her teeth and holding on, Ning Xiyuan's figure had already appeared in front of her.

Then he walked further and further away from her sight.

Until his body was completely immersed in the huge stone gate.

Ning Jin: “…”

how can that be!

Are we going to let Ning Xiyuan take the opportunity first? !

She is not reconciled!

But despite trying his best, Ning Jin could only take heavy steps in an attempt to catch up.

"Fellow Daoist Ning... is so strong."

Someone from the Tianjian Sect spoke up.

So more and more people followed suit.

This is too strong, the strength is simply incredible and abnormal.

Although Chu Aotian felt uncomfortable, he didn't have the confidence to mock Ning Xiyuan until his strength surpassed that of Ning Xiyuan.

Ning Jin is working hard.

The words of the people behind her kept drilling into her ears.

What's so good about Ning Xiyuan!

Why do all the good things belong to her!

Ning Jin desperately moved forward, and finally, as if she had achieved some kind of breakthrough, her speed began to increase.

Hope ignited in her heart.

But at this moment, a white figure appeared in her sight, and then disappeared from her sight as quickly as Ning Xiyuan.

It’s...Yan Qian’an!

How can I match with the dirty demons!

Ning Jin became so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The hall was desolate, as if it continued the so-called divine architectural style.

Everything is huge.

Only humans are so insignificant.

There was a dagger stuck on the altar in the center of the hall.

Nine giant snakes were carved on the hilt, coiled together in a ferocious manner.

The half-exposed sword blade glowed with a chilling light.

Some blue.

Fantastic, bizarre and eye-catching.

The middle of the hilt, like the Sword of God-Slaying, is also inlaid with a red gem.

"Good sword." Ning Xiyuan praised casually.

He took a few steps towards the altar, and before he even raised his hand, the Sword of God Slaying began to hum.

It floated in the air, constantly shaking the sword to express its dissatisfaction.

Ning Xiyuan is not a swordsman, so they can’t sign a contract!

Now this bad girl actually set her eyes on another sword.

So short!

Another evil thing.

How can it compare to this!

The corner of Ning Xiyuan's mouth twitched slightly. She suddenly felt ashamed when she saw the God-Slaying Sword performing eighteen kinds of martial arts in front of her.

Are all the Excalibur members such clueless idiots?

Ning Xiyuan stuffed the sword into his arms.

"Give it to Yan Qi'an."

These five short words are an explanation of the Sword of God-Slaying.

As expected, as soon as these words were spoken, the God-Slaying Sword suddenly quieted down and disappeared not long after.

He rolled back into the storage space and shut himself in.

Ning Xiyuan burst out laughing, her hand placed on the hilt, and she pulled out the dagger easily.

"Lu Yuan..."

Ning Xiyuan whispered the name of the sword.

Admire the exquisiteness and sharpness of this dagger.

About the length of your forearm.

Ning Xiyuan practiced with the dagger. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a unique kind of beauty, so he casually slashed it across the fair and slender arm.

Very sharp.

It was almost too late for the wound to ooze blood.

The pain spread from the tiny wounds, and the feeling was addictive.

So Ning Xiyuan drew it again.

Blood oozed from the wound and dripped onto the ground.

The white is tinged with bright red.

The smell of blood spread, making people feel sick.

This time, Ning Xiyuan finally frowned.

"You are crazy!"

When she came back to her senses, the boy's hand was tightly holding her wrist, and the voice was a little hurried.

Some...scare her.

Yan Qian'an pressed the silk cloth on the wound, and as the demonic energy nourished it, the corners of Ning Xiyuan's mouth curled up slightly.