Mo Yuchen was not as familiar with Yan Ning as Zhuang Xiaoya, but after Zhuang Xiaoya said this, he felt it made sense, so he followed Zhuang Xiaoya to the side.

Yuan Qingming's eyes were cold. How could a soldier forget to bring weapons when he went to the battlefield? He couldn't help but start to worry, not understanding what the hell was Yan Ning's idea.

Zhuge Haoyue looked at Yan Ning with interest, wanting to see what tricks he wanted to play.

Yan Ning, who was fighting against Li Shaobing, couldn't help but roar in his heart: Damn, I actually forgot to bring the Ming Breaking Sword up!

That’s right, it’s not that Yan Ning wants to be scheming, but that he really forgot about Mingpo Knife!

So can you bring a lottery to the ring with the duel? Yan Ning really doesn’t know that there is such a rule!

Yan Ning is really indescribable now, especially when he heard what Zhuang Xiaoya said to Mo Yuchen, he was even more helpless.

Seeing that Yan Ning had not taken out his weapons for a long time, Li Shaobing thought Yan Ning looked down on him and was even more angry. He immediately increased the speed of his sword's speed.

The Tang disciples who were practicing around him who heard about the duel on the ring, stopped their movements and surrounded the ring.

News of the duel between Yan Ning and Li Shaobing quickly spread throughout the Tangmen Building. Many representatives of the sects who came to participate in the auction rushed to the Tangmen underground training ground to see what kind of storm Yan Ning, the newcomer, was going to cause in the Tangmen.

Among them, of course, there are Jiang Yunhe who holds the most hatred of Yan Ning.

"Yan Ning is really not troublesome. Now he is making enemies with Laoshan. Don't you know the reason for Mu Xiuyulin!" Jiang Yunhe was angry and a little happy. He had heard of Li Shaobing's reputation. He didn't think Yan Ning could beat Li Shaobing.

Although the Tang Sect has rules that cannot take the life of the opponent, it can be injured and destroyed, and the Tang Sect can't control it.

Although Li Shaobing on the field had a fast sword speed, Yan Ning dodged faster. If he could not dodge the sword, Yan Ning used Tai Chi to push the sword aside. Although Li Shaobing's sword skills were so skillful, he could not hit Yan Ning's slippery head, which made him extremely angry!

"snort!"

Li Shaobing suddenly snorted coldly, carried the Golden Crow Sword behind him, and distanced himself from Yan Ning.

Yan Ning stopped and asked in confusion: "It turns out that the mute can still speak, wuwuwu!"

Yuan Qingming's forehead was covered with black lines. Li Shaobing was not mute, but had just lost his language ability.

"Yan Ning, are you going to fight? A real man hides and is a hero!" Yuan Qingming cursed on behalf of Li Shaobing.

"Old guy, I'm fighting in this style. If you don't feel good, come up and hit me!" Yan Ning stuck out his butt to Yuan Qingming.

"You!" Yuan Qingming was so angry that he shook his sleeves and said to Li Shaobing: "Shaobing, don't hold back at him, just use the magic-killing spell!"

After hearing this, Li Shaobing nodded slightly, and then used the sharp blade of the Golden Crow Sword to cut his palm through his palm. Blood immediately covered the Golden Crow Sword. Li Shaobing used the Golden Crow Sword to draw the word "Demon" in the air, and then looked at Yan Ning coldly, then slashed down suddenly!

The word "Demon" turned into a black light in the sky and rushed straight towards Yan Ning!

Seeing this, Tang Wenlin couldn't help but change his expression: "Yan Ning, be careful, the magic curse is the strongest Taoist ritual in Laoshan except for the great magic curse!"

After hearing this, Yan Ning became serious, but he didn't expect that Li Shaobing would use a killing move so quickly.

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, Qiankun, governs the law, obeys the orders according to the law, and the Emperor of Divine Power will proclaim! Imperial order!"

Yan Ning hurriedly recited the Exit Method, and seventy-two golden needles soared into the sky, forming a golden barrier in front of him. The black light blinked in an eye. Just as he was about to hit the golden needle barrier, he turned strangely, bypassed the golden needle barrier, and directly hit Yan Ning's chest!

"Yan Ning!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, and Yan Ning took more than ten steps back and almost fell off the ring before stopping!

He knelt on one knee, and blood flowed down his arms.

Although Yan Ning did not show any expression on his face, he was shocked.

The magic slashing curse looks plain and lacks momentum, but after hitting Yan Ning, Yan Ning felt that the demon blood in his body was churning, and his soul was almost dispersed!

Yuan Qingming's eyes showed a satisfied look and said, "Shaobing, what are you waiting for?"

After hearing this, Li Shaobing moved his body and appeared in front of Yan Ning. The golden crow sword in his hand emitted a hot temperature and was about to cut off Yan Ning's arm!

bite--

At the critical moment, the Kunwu sword suddenly appeared in Yan Ning's hand. He used the Kunwu sword's sword grid to block the Golden Crow Sword!

"Well? This kid has been hit by the Slashing Curse and he still has the strength to resist?" Yuan Qingming couldn't help but be shocked.

Yan Ning held the sword in both hands, and under the pressure given by Li Shaobing, he slowly stood up from the ground. He saw a faint smile on his face: "If it were just like this, you would definitely lose!"

roar--

Yan Ning let out a low roar, and a huge force erupted from Kunwu Sword, which immediately shocked Li Shaobing more than ten steps back!

A terrifying aura slowly emanated from Yan Ning's body. He lowered his head and stepped on blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"Slaying the Demon Slay... It turns out that I was the one who killed!" Yan Ning raised his head and a strange amplitude curled up at the corner of his mouth: "But... are the Demons so easily killed by you? You Laoshan are overestimating your ability!"

Li Shaobing looked at Yan Ning in shock. Yan Ning's current momentum was completely different from what he had just now!

"No need for the Mingpo Sword, I will use the Kunwu Sword to compete with you. Li Shaobing, aren't you afraid of pain?" Yan Ning sneered, "So - are you afraid of demons!"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Ning suddenly disappeared from the spot. Li Shaobing was so scared that he quickly searched for Yan Ning's location in the ring, but he searched the entire ring but did not find Yan Ning's figure!

"On it!" Yuan Qingming couldn't help but remind.

"Elder Qingming!" Tang Yunyin scolded in a low voice, and Yuan Qingming immediately closed his mouth.

But even with Yuan Qingming's prompt, Li Shaobing's movements were still a beat slower. When Li Shaobing raised his head, the Kunwu sword that fell from the sky had already arrived in front of Li Shaobing!

Wow—

The strong wind swayed Li Shaobing's clothes violently. Yan Ning's Kunwu sword suddenly stopped in front of Li Shaobing, and the sword blade was only a few millimeters away from Li Shaobing's nose.

The sword energy cut a slender small hole in Li Shaobing's nose, and it took a while before the blood flowed out.

"What, I'm scared?"
Chapter completed!