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4The words of the Soldier King Pavilion people were so arrogant, it made everyone glare at them.

Ning Wufeng's expression changed, he did not expect that his actions would be so 'low-key', and that he would provoke provocation. He gently shook his head. He had long ago given up on this kind of struggle between "juniors".

However, at this time, all three Power of Divine Consciousness landed on his body.

Ning Wufeng laughed awkwardly, scratched his head and laughed: "For this kind of thing, let them do it. If you want to be number one, you can just give it to them. "

Now, in his eyes, being competitive didn't bring him anything practical. Cultivate properly is the way to go.

Feng Feizhang's face darkened, this matter was related to Sword Spirit City's reputation. Why is this brat so careless? That's right, this guy was not someone from the Sword Spirit City.

Xiao Yuanhai didn't expect that not a single person on Ning Wufeng's body would be as competitive as he should have been. Did he look down on this level of provocation?

"What is it? Could it be that that person called Ning Wufeng does not dare to come out? " The junior brother was called Xing Po Kong, his entire body was releasing Sword Qi, his gaze overbearing as he shouted.

The Soldier King Pavilion people behind him also started to clamor.

"What Sword Spirit City's number one person, so he's actually as timid as a mouse, haha."

"I saw that you were kowtowing to our junior brother and obediently offered some Heavenly Sword Elder's inheritance to you. Perhaps if we were happy, we would be able to let you off."

"Heavenly Sword Elder? It can't be that he is just living up to his name, right? Since the people of the Sword Spirit City are so cowardly, I don't think that any legacy will be that powerful. " Someone said in disdain, spittle flying everywhere as they spoke.

"Right, they are all fools."

When these words came out, the people of Black Tiger Sword Pavilion all looked at each other in anger. Heavenly Sword Elder was a mighty being of the Nascent Infant Stage, the pride of Sword Spirit City. How could he be insulted like this!

The expressions of Feng Feizhang and the others also instantly became extremely ugly. Meanwhile, the Chou Chen remained calm and allowed the group of disciples behind him to curse him.

"How hateful!" Some of the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion disciples clenched their fists, as they glared at Yun Che.

"Why is Ning Wufeng such a coward? Could it be that he is really someone who put on an act? " Some of the people in the Sword Pavilion started to suspect Ning Wufeng.

"I think he's probably just a coward who only knows how to be vicious. He doesn't have any real ability at all." Some people looked angrily at Ning Wufeng.

"Yes, he's a swindler. Spit out everything that we took from the Sword Spirit City." Someone shouted.

Ning Wufeng looked like he did not care, but at the side, Zhao Wuqing started to get anxious.

"Shut up!" He stood up and shouted loudly. His injuries had yet to heal, but he could not tolerate anyone insulting his master like this.

"What is it? Is there a mistake? " Heihu Xiaobei stood out, looked angrily at Ning Wufeng, and snorted: "Ning Wufeng, when you took the Heavenly Sword Elder's inheritance from us, you weren't like this!"

"Do you want to feign imp now? I'm telling you, leave the things of the three great powers and get the hell out of our Black Tiger Sword Pavilion! " Heihu Xiaobei berated him without any trace of politeness.

Ning Wufeng coldly glanced at him, Heihu Xiaobei's opinion of him was growing. He was not a member of the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion, what qualifications did Heihu Xiaobei have to point fingers at him?

"It was your little Pavilion Master who invited me here. What qualifications do you have to judge and judge in front of me?" Ning Wufeng said indifferently. He hated people who thought that they could take revenge on their own, pointing fingers at him.

He did not owe the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion one bit, what qualifications did Heihu Xiaobei have to scold him with a haughty and aloof attitude?

Heihu Xiaobei's face darkened, and shouted sternly: "You ?"

"Alright." Xiao Yuanhai lightly opened his mouth to stop him.

"Ai, how boring." Xing Po Kong twitched his mouth and snorted, "I think that the strongest person in Sword Spirit City, Ning Wufeng, is just a little mouse. Elder, let's go. "

The pavilion elder was overjoyed in his heart. He had never seen Feng Feizhang being humiliated like this before.

"Hmph, Chou Chen, if you have time, you can bring your men to our Sword Villa. I want to see how strong you are!" Feng Feizhang shouted.

"Haha, then when the time comes, let us, the Holy Son Qiu Jian, take a look." His enemy laughed and turned to look at Feng Feizhang, purposely acting as if he had understood on purpose: "Right, there aren't any God Ranking in your generation in Sword Spirit City right, haha."

He gave a harsh laugh.

The juniors of the Soldier King Pavilion followed along and laughed unrestrainedly. There was even some obscenity mixed in with the laughter.

Just as he was about to tear open the space and leave, Zhao Wuqing suddenly appeared behind him.

"Halt!" Zhao Wuqing couldn't stand this group of people leaving after insulting Ning Wufeng so unrestrainedly!

The enemy did not turn around, but Xing Pingkong did. He looked at Zhao Wuqing in surprise and sneered, "Are you screaming? Do you want to die? "

His tone was cold and serious.

"I want to challenge you!" Zhao Wuqing bellowed.

"Haha, with just you, an injured trash?" Xing Po Kong laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. A look of disdain appeared on his face.

Zhao Wuqing did not say anything, a dragon spear appeared, using the Spear Intent third stage, his robes fluttered, an aura sweeping out.

The corners of Xing Pokong's mouth curled up as a hint of disdain appeared on his face. "If you want to die, I'll grant you that wish."

His figure flashed as he transformed into a sword light and pierced through the sky.

Zhao Wuqing's spear light trembled, and the Wandering Dragon Spear was like a Silver Dragon's roar. The surging spear intent surged, and as it danced, a faint angry roar could be heard.

The silver dragon shot straight towards Xing Pokong's chest.

"Interesting." Xing Po Kong sneered. The sword light behind him shot out like a beam of light. The sword light fell down like rain.

The sword moves were clean and efficient, each one deadly.

Puchi ?

Just as the tip of Zhao Wuqing's spear touched Xing Po Kong's body, his sword qi swept across his arm, sending blood flying everywhere.

He retreated several dozen steps.

Under the crazy circulation of his spirit energy, his wounds from before had all ruptured and leaked out strands of blood. With a roar of rage, Wandering Dragon Spear issued a muffled thunder as spear light crazily shot towards Xing Zhankong.

Xing Po Kong's face changed. He did not expect Zhao Wuqing to be so fierce, to not care about his life. This caused him, who had been fighting Demonic Beast ever since he was young, to feel a chill in his heart.

Puchi ?

He stabbed his sword into Zhao Wuqing's chest. Zhao Wuqing's spear light swept across his arm.

Originally, Zhao Wuqing's strength might have been slightly stronger than his, but due to the fact that his injuries from before had yet to heal, his strength had been greatly reduced.

Yan Ling's expression changed slightly, and she asked softly: "Young Noble, do we need to make a move?"

Ning Wufeng waved his hands and said indifferently: "Let him try first, this kid's temper is too impatient. It's good to suffer a little. "

There were some things that he didn't need to care about. He could just let them talk about them. There was no need to explain how strong he was, so there were some things that Ning Wufeng chose to hide.

"Hmph, you don't even have the courage to find yourself so many excuses." Heihu Xiaobei obviously heard Ning Wufeng's words and snorted coldly.

Ning Wufeng glanced at him indifferently, and ignored him. This caused Heihu Xiaobei's expression to become even more unsightly.

Bang

Zhao Wuqing and Xing Po Kong fought back and forth in the air for hundreds of rounds. In the end, Zhao Wuqing was still not a match for him.

"I'm sorry, Master. I've humiliated you. " Zhao Wuqing fell in front of Ning Wufeng, incomparably miserable.

Ning Wufeng looked at him indifferently, and said, "Didn't you embarrass me? An opponent with just one move, could actually cause you to end up in such a miserable state. "

He casually threw a Yellow Rank Spiritual Pill to Zhao Wuqing, and let him consume it.

Zhao Wuqing's face revealed gratitude, he nodded his head heavily.

"What big words." When Xing Po Kong heard Ning Wufeng actually say that he was only his match, his face immediately changed and he shouted loudly.

Ning Wufeng indifferently swept a glance over him and said softly, "Perhaps you don't even need to use a move."

While they were in the air, their enemies still had their hands behind their backs, while the disciples of the Soldier King Pavilion were all extremely excited, and all of them shouted out, "Stinking brat, your tone is not small at all. You think you can defeat our junior brother with just a few words? "

"I see that Sword Spirit City, a bunch of cowards, only know how to move their mouths." Some Soldier King Pavilion disciples shouted even more loudly. This way, Feng Feizhang and the rest would be included.

The group of cultivators with Half-step Origin Core Stage had extremely ugly expressions.

"Little Brother Ning, will you still have to endure?" Feng Feizhang said as he grinded his teeth. Ning Wufeng even felt that if he did not make a move, Feng Feizhang would have made a move himself.

He chuckled and said, "I didn't expect senior to be so old and even like to compete for victory."

"According to my personality, if a dog barks at me, I definitely won't bark at it. But if a dog bites my man, then I'll have to give him some color. I did it for him, not you. "

Ning Wufeng pointed at Zhao Wuqing and stepped forward.

"How dare you!" Xing Po Kong roared, Ning Wufeng had actually humiliated him time and time again, making his lofty and proud heart unable to endure it.

Sword light poured down like rain, full of the aura of wanting to kill Ning Wufeng.

"Sigh, he's too weak." Ning Wufeng let out a light sigh, stood on the armrest, and even pointed out a few words: "Your strike, is far worse than Qiu Jian's. If I don't make a move, I can cripple you! "

What a wild person!

Everyone in Soldier King Pavilion looked at him angrily. Even the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion disciples revealed curious expressions. How was it possible to cripple Xing Pokong without making a move?

It's possible!

Because he was Ning Wufeng.

The Dragon God Art roared, and the power of five dragons tore through the skies, entering Xing Po Kong's mind. Xing Po Kong suddenly trembled, the Sword Qi that was originally aimed at Ning Wufeng actually tumbled backwards and shot towards him.

"Stop!" His enemy turned around, and his expression changed.

Sizzle sizzle

But by the time he spoke, it was too late. Countless streams of violent sword energies poured into Xing Pokong's body, directly tearing him to shreds.

"Sigh, even an enemy with one fusion is inferior." A soft sigh echoed in the air, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

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