This flying sword was not a magic weapon or something, but was purely condensed from the immortal energy. When Zhou Bingde saw this flying sword, his eyes lit up. He was also a cultivator, but he didn't have a deep understanding of Taoism, but he could feel that Dong Poshan's flying sword was extraordinary. The fairy energy condensed into the flying sword was completely different from the dregs in his body.

It seems that the money spent on Dong Poshan over the years has not been spent in vain! Zhou Bingde sighed in his heart.

The flying sword shot towards Yan Ning, but Yan Ning was calm and composed. He waved his hand gently and formed the same flying sword, with aura of no less than that of Dong Poshan's flying sword. The two collided head-on and completely offset.

Zhou Bingde's face changed.

Dong Poshan is a powerful man in the half-immortal realm. Even if he had a casual blow, ordinary cultivators could not be so easy. Next, although the flying sword summoned by Yan Ning only offset the flying sword of Dong Poshan and did not pose a threat to Dong Poshan, this was enough to shock Zhou Bingde.

At a young age, he can fight with Dong Poshan. It seems that this kid's Taoist practice is indeed good. No wonder he can inherit the position of Chu Ci Zen and have the courage to come to the Zhou family to cause trouble.

But Zhou Bingde still didn't believe that Yan Ning would be Dong Poshan's opponent. He would rather believe that the flying sword just now was Yan Ning's full-strength attack.

Unlike Zhou Bingde, Dong Poshan saw the tricks. It was true that the attack he made casually was not strong, but the flying sword summoned by Yan Ning, regardless of the amount of fairy energy, the degree of intensity, or even the speed of flying sword flying, were exactly the same as those summoned by Dong Poshan. Therefore, when the two met, there was no extra sound at all, and they canceled each other out of each other.

This is how terrifying the ability to control the power to achieve this? Dong Poshan could not imagine it at all.

"This is the first move." Yan Ning said softly without caring about what Zhou Bingde and Dong Poshan were thinking.

"Hmph, boy is a little wise," Dong Poshan felt blank. "I won't let you go in this second move!"

"Okay, then I'll give in to you." Yan Ning said with a smile.

Dong Poshan, who was about to attack, was stunned when he heard this: What does it mean? I am a dignified half-immortal realm. You are just a little brat, and you still have to give in to me?

"Boy, don't be arrogant. The Taoist move that was less than one-tenth of my life just now is nothing to take on!" Dong Poshan said angrily.

"Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue of our China."

"I don't need you!"

Yan Ning shook his head: "Mr. Dong is wrong. I am not respecting the elderly, I am loving the young. With your knowledge of Taoism, my disciples can deal with you."

It has been so many years since no one dared to talk to Dong Poshan like this? Dong Poshan himself doesn’t remember it. Even Chu Ci Zen, he still has to discuss it with his peers. This kid... is simply too rampant!

Dong Poshan snorted coldly and pulled out the green long sword behind him. He muttered something in his mouth. The fairy aura covered the sword from his fingertips. The sword suddenly emitted a faint fairy aura light, and the sword became extremely sharp and imposing.

Looking around, Yan Ning still looked indifferent and looked confident.

"Arrogant boy!" Dong Poshan cursed lowly, and suddenly threw the sword in his hand high. Then he saw that the sword began to flip, and actually changed into thirty-two clones, each of which was imposing, making people unable to tell the truth.

Dong Poshan shouted softly, and the thirty-three flying swords flew towards Yan Ning at the same time!

Unlike the flying sword condensed from the fairy energy, after using the real flying sword, Dong Poshan's attack will definitely be greatly improved, but in Yan Ning's eyes, it is not worth mentioning.

Seeing that thirty-three flying swords were about to pierce Yan Ning's body, Yan Ning said softly: "Sen Luo, Sword Formation!"

With a buzzing sound, the majestic fairy aura in Yan Ning's body surged out, and hundreds of golden flying swords formed around Yan Ning's body. The flying swords were so dense that they could not even see Yan Ning's shadow outside!

"This...is this fairy spirit?!" Zhou Bingde and Dong Poshan screamed.

In their opinion, Yan Ning is young and no matter how powerful it is, he cannot reach the fairyland. But now seeing the sword formation summoned by Yan Ning, they have to believe that this guy is really a fairyland!

After being surprised, a trace of ferocious look flashed across Dong Poshan's face: "No wonder he has the ability to come to the Zhou family to make trouble. It turns out that he has entered the fairyland! But when I see your fairy spirit exposed, I should have just entered the half-immortal realm. And I have been practicing in the half-immortal realm for many years, how could you be my opponent? Take it!"

Thirty-three flying swords fell on the Senluo Sword Formation like raindrops, but the moment these flying swords came into contact with the sword formation, they could not hold on for even a second, and then turned into a scattered fairy energy and disappeared!

Thirty-two flying swords, and without even Yan Ning's action, they were thorned into pieces by the sword formation!

The last flying sword left was naturally the true body. Yan Ning withdrew from the Senluo Sword Formation and suddenly stretched out two fingers. Under Dong Poshan's almost sucking eyes, Yan Ning actually forced the sword blade to be clamped with two fingers!

Crazy, this kid is crazy! He takes over the flying sword in the half of the immortal realm with his bare hands. I'm afraid that at least the earth immortal can do it, right?

Dong Poshan was very sure that Yan Ning had just entered the half-immortal realm, but this scene was placed in front of him. No matter how he didn't believe it, Yan Ning still did it!

Zhou Bingde was so scared that he almost rolled down from the dragon throne: What's going on? Isn't Dong Poshan a half-immortal realm? Our Zhou family spent such a huge price to support him, how could even be beaten a young boy?!

Dong Poshan was anxious. He tried to use his immortal consciousness to control the flying sword to escape from Yan Ning's control, but Yan Ning's two fingers were like clips, making the flying sword unable to move at all. Only the hilt of the sword was buzzing, indicating that the flying sword was still under Dong Poshan's control.

At this time, a crisp sound sounded, and Dong Poshan's face couldn't help but sink, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Zhou Bingde saw that the flying sword that was sandwiched between Yan Ning's fingers was actually cut off by Yan Ning's bare hands!

This... is this kid still a human? His fingers are not made of alloy, right? This flying sword is made of ten thousand years of black iron, and it cannot be broken even with a cannonball. Why is it even crisper in this kid's hands than Oreo's sandwich cookies?

Dong Poshan and the green long sword were connected with each other. When the flying sword was broken, Dong Poshan would naturally be backfired. He took two steps back, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Boy, I really despise you. I didn't expect that my Dong Poshan would meet an opponent in this world!"
Chapter completed!