Yan Ning has ruined Yuan Qingming for too many things, but Yuan Qingming can't get any benefits from Yan Ning, but his reputation has been ruined.

The four words "bidding the small" are almost becoming Yuan Qingming's motto.

If Ouyang Xiaotian killed Yan Ning, Yuan Qingming would be so happy that he would personally thank Ouyang Xiaotian for his great kindness!

Feeling the powerful sword intent emitting around Ouyang Xiaotian, even Hu Daoming, who had been relaxed, couldn't help but put down the long gourd in his hand and said seriously: "Can Ouyang Xiaotian know that move?"

Yuan Xinyi couldn't believe it and said: "It's already amazing to be able to learn sword-controlling skills. If he could use that move... his master is probably not a small character. Maybe he is a hidden master. It's still unclear who wins and loses between Yan Ning and Ouyang Xiaotian."

The disciples around the two speculated, but no one knew what the "that move" they said was.

Ouyang Xiaotian's body fell to the ground, but his flying sword hovered around him. The powerful sword intent even formed a sword energy storm next to Ouyang Xiaotian, making his robe bulge.

Under such a terrifying momentum, Ouyang Xiaotian slowly spit out three words: "Wan! Sword! Skill!"

Hu Daoming and Yuan Xinyi changed their qualities at the same time: "It turns out to be the Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

The flying sword beside Ouyang Xiaotian suddenly exploded, and the fragments turned into countless small flying swords in the air. Each flying sword carried a powerful sword intent, forming a flying sword storm!

Yan Ning didn't dare to be timid and shouted:

"The sky turns back and forth, the earth turns, the right yin and the left yang. The heaven is in harmony, and the biochemical changes are all directions. The Wumen ninety golden needles kill forty-six evil spirits. The young Laojun is urgent and as ordered by the law!"

"White thunder is dominating, and the wind and clouds obey the order! Disciple Yan Ning led the heavenly thunder to destroy thousands of evil spirits, destroy thousands of ghosts, open my god order, and kill ghosts and gods!"

Yan Ning was about to play this move of the Storm, but the Wanjian Art is obviously different from the Golden Needle Storm created by Yan Ning. The Wanjian Art is an ancient sword art. Even if the first generation of ghost doctors in Maoshan came, using the Golden Needle may not be able to compete with the Wanjian Art art of the same level of opponents.

The red golden needle storm collided with the white flying sword storm without any accident. The huge explosion suddenly caused a wave of flying sand and stones, and many viewers couldn't help but squint their eyes.

On the competition stage, the other six people stopped their movements and watched the collision between Yan Ning and Ouyang Xiaotian with fear. Their strength was recognized as the strongest among the eight people. If they decided to win, they would basically decide the winner of these eight people, because no matter which one wins, the original four-on-four competition would turn into four-on-three, and the winner will naturally be clear at a glance.

The dust in the sky was floating around the competition platform. Although it felt uncomfortable to enter the eyes, many people still tried to open their eyes wide, red eyes to see the scene that was about to be revealed.

Finally, two figures appeared in the smoke and dust, and a flying sword slowly flew between them.

"The flying sword is still there!" Yuan Qingming couldn't help but shout, "Yan Ning did not break the Ten Thousand Swords Art, it was Ouyang Xiaotian who won!"

Yuan Xinyi and Hu Daoming's faces changed, and they widened their eyes and looked at the competition stage.

The smoke finally calmed down under the gaze of the crowd. A huge deep pit appeared in the center of the competition platform. Yan Ning and Ouyang Xiaotian stood on one side, and the flying sword slowly flew beside Ouyang Xiaotian.

Yuan Qingming's face changed and became ugly, as if he was swallowing a fly, which was still a female, and was pregnant and waiting for childbirth.

On the contrary, Yuan Xinyi and the others burst into tears in their moments, and Hu Daoming even stepped on the chair and shouted: "Yan Ning, good!"

What happened that made everyone react like this?

On the martial arts competition stage, Yan Ning held the Mingpo Sword in one hand and the Kunwu Sword in the other hand, and his posture was still in the state of Kunwu Slashing's falling sword.

"Ouyang Xiaotian, haven't you always wanted to see Kunwu Sword?" Yan Ning said lightly, "Now you see me, I should take the appearance fee I need."

A crisp sound suddenly came from the competition platform, and the flying swords flying in the sky turned into scattered fragments under the shocked eyes of everyone!

This time, the flying sword did not turn into a small flying sword, but was completely shattered!

"How is it possible..." Jinru couldn't help but say.

Yuan Yong's face looked extremely ugly, and he was also glad that he didn't bother with Yan Ning last time, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died.

Ouyang Xiaotian suddenly screamed in a shrill voice. In the public eye, Ouyang Xiaotian's right arm suddenly slid from his shoulders. The incision was as smooth as a mirror, and blood was gushing like a column of water!

"Not only did I break the Ten Thousand Swords, but I also cut off Ouyang Xiaotian's arm?" Yuan Xinyi laughed loudly, "Yan Ning! I am really worthy of being my disciple. This move will give you 136 points for your master! One hundred points are for you, and the remaining thirty-six is ​​divided into six sixes, and the Kunwu sword is given to you!"

Yan Ning stood up straight, looked at Ouyang Xiaotian, and said coldly: "Now, I know who your master is."

Ouyang Xiaotian's broken arm actually grew slowly. When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

In just a few breaths, a brand new arm appeared on Ouyang Xiaotian's right shoulder. Ouyang Xiaotian said with a calm face: "You have successfully angered me if you can break one of my arms."

"You are Han Zheng's apprentice," Yan Ning said, "Like me, you are also a demon."

The onlookers were shocked. The foreign aid invited by Yuan Qingming turned out to be a man-made demon that everyone in the Taoist sect is now beating and scolding?

Yuan Qingming's face changed because he obviously felt the hostility from the disciples of Laoshan around him.

You can be cunning, you can fight for power. Even if you kill Yuan Xinyi, everyone will only think that this is the precept of the weak, but you actually helped the man-made demons enter Laoshan and used man-made demons to seek power and usurp the throne. This nature is completely different.

You should know that among the disciples of Laoshan, there are countless elders who died in the catastrophe of a hundred years of disaster. Their hatred for the demon is far greater than their support for Yuan Qingming!

"Since my identity has been revealed, there is no need to hide it."

Ouyang Xiaotian suddenly stroked his left wrist with his fingertips, and his left palm fell to the ground. Then, regardless of the pain, he forced out the big bone of his left arm!

This scene made many female disciples in Laoshan unable to help but close their eyes.
Chapter completed!