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

Liu Ning stood beside Lin Hansheng, and her expression also relaxed a lot.

She is a sword cultivator.

Therefore, under the suppression of Ning Xiyuan's halo as the number one swordsman in the Southern Region, her talent seemed mediocre and dull.

Every time she achieved outstanding results, someone would compare her with Ning Xiyuan and then draw a conclusion that made her extremely disgusted.

She...can't compare to Ning Xiyuan.

Since we can’t win, well, let’s just use our numbers to bully the weak.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, please teach me."

The tone was exactly the same as Lin Hansheng's, but with a hint of resentment.

Where is Ning Xiyuan?

The girl held the God-Slaying Sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword casually pointing at the ground.

The wind blew, and the black gauze skirt moved slightly, raising an arc.

There was not even a perfunctory friendly exchange before the competition.

The moment the referee announced the start of the match and walked off the ring, everyone's eyes widened.

Ning Xiyuan.

The genius of the Southern Region!

Who wouldn’t be excited about such a competition!

Liu Ning moved first!

The long sword changed rapidly in his hand and appeared in front of Ning Xiyuan in an instant.

Lin Hansheng did not dare to be negligent this time. He had already played the music "Seven Killings" on the bamboo flute at his lips.

It is solemn, dignified, and able to seduce people's minds.

Even...create illusions.

The ground beneath Ning Xiyuan's feet changed rapidly. He was still on the stage just now, but in the blink of an eye it was a sea of ​​fire and corpses, with countless ghosts wailing.

Liu Ning's figure is even hidden among them.

For the new generation, this is already the peak showdown!

Many people stood up, wanting to see more clearly.

Ning Jin sat leisurely in the audience.

Her expression remained unchanged.

Liu Ning and Lin Hansheng are going to lose.

It’s a pity that I can’t be in the same group with Ning Xiyuan, so that she can see how much progress I have made in just over a month and how different I am from before.

Qu Zhen was worried about Ning Xiyuan.

One to Two...

The confrontation between people of the same realm will be very difficult...

"clang!"

"Snapped!"

The Sword of God-Slaying accurately captured Liu Ning's figure from behind the cover.

When two swords collide, one of them will break.

Liu Ning's sword was cut in half and inserted heavily into the edge of the ring, leaving many cracks.

The natal sword broke, and Liu Ning suffered the backlash, spitting blood and half-kneeling on the ground.

Lin Hansheng wasn't much better off either.

The sword energy cut through the barrier formed by the music and hit him hard, sending him flying several meters away.

Qu Zhen decided to put her worries aside.

"Trash... is trash."

The girl's voice was soft and slightly hoarse, but behind her carelessness lay a monstrous murderous intent and hostility.

The same words were returned.

This time two people were humiliated at once.

Before Lin Hansheng landed on the ground, he saw the flash of the Sword of God-Slaying.

"Snapped!"

Not too light, not too heavy, it was another sword strike.

It immediately pushed him to a new height.

As for Liu Ning's sneak attack from behind, after the Sword of God-Slaying knocked Lin Hansheng flying, it did not change its trajectory, but smashed backwards and hit Liu Ning's broken sword hard.

"clang!"

There was another soft sound.

Even the broken sword was gone, only... the hilt remained.

The powerful force caused Liu Ning to fly backwards and roll heavily to the ground.

Her struggle and sneak attack were nothing but trivial tricks that were not worthy of being shown in front of Ning Xiyuan.

When Ning Xiyuan put away his sword, he sent Lin Hansheng to the sky again.

This scene was repeated many times, and Lin Hansheng didn't even have the chance to come into contact with the ground.

While floating in the air, he was on the verge of death, again and again.

The entire stands were silent.

Apart from silence, all that remains is silence.

powerful...

So strong!

There was no word that could replace "strong" to explain the scene before their eyes.

They thought that Ning Xiyuan might be able to win by fighting one against two.

But I never thought that there would be such an overwhelming advantage among the same level.

What’s the difference between this and beating up trash!

Fear spread in Liu Ning's heart.

She didn't know how to describe her feelings.

During several exchanges, she clearly saw the excitement and murderous intent in the girl's eyes.

afraid.

Scared!

Because of fear, Liu Ning did not rush forward immediately when she rolled up from the ground.

Liu Ning still has the power to choose "no".

But Lin Hansheng, who was blown away, didn't do that.

The screams never stopped, penetrating the barrier and striking everyone's heart.

Everyone just felt that the situation of Lin Hansheng being hit in the air looked somewhat familiar.

Then soon, everyone remembered.

Yesterday, when Ning Xiyuan drew Xuanwu, it was also so easy.

Today Lin Hansheng is dressed in green again.

It's exactly the same color as the basalt yesterday.

"Ning Xiyuan!"

"Young Sect Master!"

"Number one in the world, leader in swordsmanship!"

This slogan was first shouted out by the Futu Sect.

Although this competition does not involve competition between sects...

But they are proud, they are proud of their young master!

The sounds were huge and uniform, and finally became continuous, infecting almost everyone.

It is the pride of the Buddhist sect.

In the future, they will be the pride of the Southern Region!

No one would question the outcome of this competition.

From the beginning of the competition to now, in just a short moment, the advantages and disadvantages became apparent.

Lin Hansheng was still rolling up and down, with blood splattering everywhere from his mouth.

The only thing he felt was pain.

Inside and out.

From the body and skin to the internal organs.

Give up?

Liu Ning was unwilling.

Lin Hansheng...didn't have the chance to say no!

Liu Ning rushed forward again.

Ning Xiyuan didn't even bother, and swung the sword with his backhand, slashing across her neck.

It's burning and painful.

Liu Ning rolled to the ground, covering her throat with her hands.

It seemed as if blood would soon splatter there.

Going to lose.

Everyone, including the parties involved, knew that Lin Hansheng and Liu Ning were going to lose.

After the initial surprise, there were no more cheers from the stands.

This kind of one-sided beating was not at all the peak showdown they expected in the future.

"Only two."

The girl's voice was very soft, only four words, without revealing any arrogance or disdain.

But these four words are full of joy.

Ning Xiyuan stopped, and Lin Hansheng fell heavily to the ground, creating a huge hole in the ground.

"It doesn't matter how many stupid, dumb, useless scum like you are that we beat them."

The Sword of God-Slaying was stuck in the ground, and Ning Xiyuan folded his hands and supported himself on the hilt.

Looking down at the two puddles of mud on the ground.

"Still fighting?"

Ning Xiyuan curled his lips and raised the corners of his mouth.

Liu Ning got up from the ground with red eyes. Even without a sword, she wanted to step hard on the person in front of her.

Scumbag?

waste!?

No one ever said that about her.

She has always been a favored child of heaven!

All the spiritual energy gathered into the shape of a sword in Liu Ning's hand.

The power of the golden elixir was exerted to the extreme in just this one strike.

"Snapped!"

Ning Xiyuan even waved his hand lightly and broke the lightsaber.

“I admit…”

Lin Hansheng no longer hesitated.

Even though it is shameful to admit defeat, it is more shameful to continue to be a spinning cuckold on this stage.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and the Sword of God-Slaying slapped Lin Hansheng's face, blocking the rest of his sentence.

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