Chapter 162 Swordsman's Sharpness

The Seventh Prince challenged Ning Yijian. 【First release】

Watching the two of them step onto the stage, Nuo Da's square suddenly fell silent.

Those present were either the disciples of the Divine Star Sect or the big shots of Nanlin County. They were very familiar with the Seventh Prince and Ning Yijian, so they were looking forward to this battle very much.

Ning Yijian, the third place in the last Divine Star Ranking of the Divine Star Sect, has a high prestige in the sect and is very powerful, belonging to the strong old generation.

The Seventh Prince, the most outstanding son of Nanlin King, has already comprehended spear intent in the realm of Wuling.

From the looks of it, the Seventh Prince who entered the Divine Star Sect later was not as old as Ning Yijian, and his cultivation time was much behind. But the seventh prince's talent is too strong, not only comprehending the spear intent, but now he has stepped into the third level of Wu Zong, and his cultivation is the best among his peers.

Therefore, the Seventh Prince has the greatest chance of winning, but it is hard to guarantee that Ning Yijian has no hidden means. After all, he was the last peak inner sect expert, and he had been honing in the army all year round, experienced countless deaths, and had extremely rich combat experience.

In short, the duel between the two of them must be very exciting. Everyone's eyes widened, for fear of missing any wonderful moment, they watched the battle carefully.

"Haha, I didn't expect the Seventh Prince's cultivation to improve so quickly. It seems that King Nanlin has spent a lot of money. Tell me, who will win this battle between him and Ning Yijian?" Lang Tianjiao said lazily. On the first chair, he was very confident, even though Ning Yijian and the Seventh Prince showed stronger cultivation than him, he didn't care.

Ye Tian glanced at this guy secretly, wondering in his heart, how did this guy get his self-confidence? Could it be that he was beaten stupid by himself last time?

Shaking his head, Ye Tian ignored it and looked towards the field.

"Hmph, although the Seventh Prince's cultivation base is strong, but his promotion is too fast, and his cultivation base is unstable. Ning Yijian has the experience of leapfrogging and defeating powerful enemies, and he has been honed in the army for many years. In terms of combat experience, he is better than any of us. They are all strong. The only thing that is unpredictable is the Seventh Prince's spear intent, it depends on how far he can develop the spear intent." Qi Haozong said coldly, when he mentioned the spear intent, a trace of jealousy and envy flashed in his eyes.

"Spear intent..." Lang Tianjiao heard this, his eyes flashed, his face was full of jealousy.

At this time, on the ring.

Seventh Prince and Ning Yijian stared at each other.

The Seventh Prince was very domineering, with his hands behind his back, he looked leisurely, completely ignoring Ning Yijian who was facing him.

A trace of anger flashed in Ning Yijian's eyes,

The whole person is like a sword, exuding a breath of peerless sharpness, and also carries a majestic evil spirit.

"This guy has killed a lot of people in the army..." Ye Tian secretly exclaimed, the evil spirit on Ning Yijian's body is stronger than that of him who has comprehended the killing intent of the knife, he must have killed more people.

It's right to think about it, this mainland of China is not like the earth in Ye Tian's previous life, killing a few people or dozens of people on the earth is a big deal. [For more exciting novels, please visit] On the mainland of China, when the two countries are at war, it is a battle of millions or tens of millions of people. Ning Yijian is a general, probably killed at least a thousand people.

"Ok?"

The Seventh Prince was obviously intimidated by Ning Yijian's evil spirit, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes became a bit serious: "Not bad, it looks a little bit."

"Pull out your gun, or you will lose miserably!" Ning Yijian raised his hand, his eyes were as cold as the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword aura raged around his body.

"Then see if you have the ability to force me to draw the gun!" The Seventh Prince snorted coldly, clenched his fists tightly, and a cold breath enveloped the entire arena, making the surrounding temperature drop a lot.

"Arrogance!" Ning Yijian's eyes froze, and his eyes, like a materialized murderous aura, shot out violently, cutting through the void. With a blazing sword light piercing through it, it was very powerful.

"Huh!" The Seventh Prince snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and while his true energy was surging, his fists burst out with icy cold air, and slammed hard on the ground.

chi chi...

The cold air exploded out, spreading from the Seventh Prince's fists, freezing the entire arena with a thick layer of ice, and everyone outside the arena watched in astonishment.

What was even more shocking was that the ice formed sharp awls, piercing towards Ning Yijian in midair from bottom to top.

"Ice Fist!"

Ning Yijian in mid-air, his pupils were fixed, his sharp eyes were dazzling, he slashed down with a vertical sword, and the huge sword light flew away, carrying a surge of majestic energy, cutting the entire ring into two halves.

Rumble!

When the sword light cut through the arena, it also spread towards the front. A huge crack extended to the Seventh Prince, and a storm was formed among the mighty sword energy.

"Drink!" The seventh prince raised his fists, and the icy cold air condensed into a huge iceberg in front of him, blocking the storm of sword energy.

Rumble!

The storm collided with the iceberg, and a big explosion occurred. The deafening sound roared continuously and spread throughout the square.

Everyone stared at this scene closely, for fear of missing any wonderful moment. This battle can be called a pinnacle battle, a battle between two top powerhouses in the younger generation.

boom!

The ice cubes scattered all over the sky, and then were melted by the huge sword light. Ning Yijian's eyes were bright, and suddenly the sword energy in his whole body soared, and an unparalleled sword light spewed out from the long sword in his hand, directly piercing through Bingshan, kill the Seventh Prince.

"what……"

There were exclamations from around.

The Seventh Prince's face also changed. He didn't expect Ning Yijian to hide the sword in the sword. Everyone knows the principle of this skill, but to master it so proficiently, I am afraid that only Ning Yijian is among the ten thousand troops. Only the strong who have been tempered can do it.

"it is good!"

Even Qi Haozong, who was sitting on a chair not far away, admired him, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Ye Tian's eyes were also focused, and it was the first time that he felt that the powerhouse in the last God Star List was not simple. He had noticed this skill a long time ago, but it was not as precise as Ning Yijian's.

"The Seventh Prince doesn't use all his strength, this time he will be seriously injured!" Fu Xuedao said coldly.

Sure enough, the situation in the arena changed suddenly.

Seeing that Jianmang was about to attack him, the Seventh Prince shrank his pupils, opened his mouth wide, and let out a loud roar.

"You're so naive—" the Seventh Prince shouted loudly, his eyes sparked with dazzling divine light, and the true energy in his body exploded completely. The icy breath diffused in an instant, freezing his whole body, and a thick layer of ice formed on his body.

boom!

The unparalleled sword glow directly hit the Seventh Prince's body, but it could no longer hurt his body. It was blocked by the thick ice. Although there was a crack in the ice, the sword glow was slowly dissipating.

"Huh?" Seeing that his proud move did not cause the imagined harm to the Seventh Prince, Ning Yijian frowned, but he was not disappointed, but took advantage of the situation and kicked at the Seventh Prince to attack for the third time.

Hoo hoo!

This foot brought a gust of wind, and the light like a crescent moon shot out from Ning Yijian's feet, cutting towards the head of the Seventh Prince.

"Three hits!"

Seeing the battle, the surrounding spectators were all amazed, Ning Yijian is simply a genius in battle.

"Awesome!" Ye Tian was full of admiration, and the three moves formed a chain, which made the enemy overwhelmed. If it were him, he could only use the rank nine combat body to resist. I don't know how the Seventh Prince can break it now.

at this time--

The Seventh Prince in the field was frozen by himself, and he didn't expect Ning Yijian to have this move at all, so he was hit by this kick before he had time to react.

Click!

This is the sound of ice shattering. Although the head of the Seventh Prince was also protected by ice, the huge concussion force made his throat sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained the ice red. Piece.

"what……"

The seventh prince was angry, he was injured, and he was injured in such a short period of time, which made him, who was always arrogant, unbearable.

"Go to hell!" The Seventh Prince no longer hid his strength, Wu Zong's third-level true energy gathered on his fists, and then exploded like a sun.

Chi Chi... The cold breath immediately spread to the void, seeming to freeze the air.

"Split the mountain with one sword!" Ning Yijian's expression remained unchanged, he struck out with a sword, and the brilliant sword light burst out of his body, blocking in front of him.

Rumble!

The world trembled, the icy cold current was split by the sword energy, and rushed towards Ning Yijian, where everything it passed was frozen.

The cold current rushed out of the ring immediately.

"what……"

"careful!"

Some inner disciples watching the battle exclaimed one after another, and then gathered their strength to resist the cold current. But even so, there were still a few people who were frozen. Fortunately, they were rescued by the elders who rushed over immediately, but their faces were pale with fright.

Therefore, everyone watching the battle retreated another hundred meters.

"It's too powerful, even with Wu Zong's second-level cultivation base, the seventh prince of Wu Zong's third-level has been forced to a disadvantage!" On a golden chair, Wang Chongshan was secretly surprised.

Qi Haozong, Ye Tian, ​​Fu Xuedao and the others also had serious expressions on their faces. No matter who they were in the field, they were the strong ones who made them feel the pressure.

boom!

suddenly--

A majestic gun intent rushed straight into the sky, swaying across the entire square, like waves in the sea, radiating towards the surroundings, and the earth was in turmoil.

Suddenly, everyone in the square felt the weapons in their hands vibrate violently.

"Ning Yijian, I admit that you are qualified to let me draw the gun!" On the ring, the Seventh Prince finally raised the black spear. The pitch-black body of the gun was flickering with cold light, roaring like a ferocious beast.

The majestic spear intent erupted from the Seventh Prince, covering the entire area, forming a special zone here.

However, this time, the Seventh Prince did not attract the weapons watching the battle from outside, but let his spear condense a sharp momentum.

At the same time, the crowd watching the battle outside the arena found that the weapons in their hands stopped moving after a violent tremor, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

On the ring, Ning Yijian looked at the Seventh Prince who raised his spear from afar, his eyes were more solemn than ever.

"Spear intent? Then I'll show you how far you can use your spear intent!" Ning Yijian raised his long sword, and a sharp sword energy shot straight into the sky, shattering the sky.

Qi Haozong, Fu Xuedao and others watched the two on the ring solemnly.

They know that the real battle begins now.