Chapter 57

Ning Cheng rushed out of Nanyuan City at the fastest speed. After leaving Nanyuan City, Ning Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To tell the truth, he is really not afraid of that Lan Yinyue. Although Lan Yinyue was already on the eighth floor of Condensation, Ning Cheng already knew from Fang Yijian's mouth. Because of the lack of spiritual energy and resources in Pingzhou, Pingzhou's exercises are inherently flawed, and his spiritual sense is much weaker. That is to say, even though Lan Yinyue is at the eighth level of Condensation, in fact, her real cultivation level is less than the eighth level of Condensation.

What Ning Cheng was afraid of was the cultivator from the Mingxin Academy. Once he was blocked in Nanyuan City by the cultivator, he would really not be able to escape.

According to Ning Cheng's thoughts, as long as he left Nanyuan City, it would be safe. He will find a place with no one, and fly to Daan Forest with his sword. Then pass through Daan Forest and enter Yuanzhou.

It was just that Ning Cheng had just left Nanyuan City when he felt that he was being watched.

Ning Cheng quickened his pace, but he didn't have much worry in his heart. If he is being targeted by the cultivator of the Yuan Dynasty, he will not be able to leave even if he wants to leave. If cultivator Ningzhen was staring at him, he wouldn't have to be afraid at all.

From Ning Cheng's point of view, the cultivator of the Yuan Dynasty would definitely not be bored to follow him, a qi gathering cultivator. In this place in Nanyuan City, this possibility is zero.

An hour later, the person behind him staring at Ning Cheng suddenly accelerated. At this moment, Ning Cheng had already seen clearly who was stalking him, it was Miao Lihu from the Wolf King's Mansion in Mange City. He knew that Miao Lihu hated him to the core, but he did not expect this man to be so persevering and chased after him to Nanyuan City. Fortunately, An Yi is highly valued at Mingxin Academy, otherwise An Yi would be in danger.

Half a year ago, he still couldn't see how much Miao Lihu's cultivation was, but now he can see clearly that Miao Lihu is the fourth-level cultivation of Ningzhen. A cultivator of the fourth level of condensing was unable to fly with his sword, so Ning Cheng really didn't take Miao Lihu in his heart.

For him, Miao Lihu came just right, allowing him to try the power of the Seven Lights Ice Needle.

"Little bastard, even if you run away again, I will burn you to ashes for my son's burial." Seeing that Ning Cheng had stopped, Miao Lihu shouted fiercely before he stopped Ning Cheng. It seemed that Ning Cheng should have been stunned.

Ning Cheng said calmly, "Miao Lihu, you can show off your power in Mango City, but you are not qualified to be arrogant here. What I don't understand is, how do you know that I just left the city? No one will send you a letter, right? ?"

When Miao Lihu saw that Ning Cheng was not stunned, but spoke slowly, he was stunned. But he immediately reacted and said sharply, "Give me death..."

As he spoke, a blood-colored Changhong in his hand had already slashed towards Ning Cheng. He hated Ning Cheng so much that he really didn't want to wait any longer.

"Om..." The blood-colored Changhong swept through the air, with an extremely miserable humming sound, almost completely sealing off the activity space around Ning Cheng.

The environment that was originally a clear sky for thousands of miles turned gloomy and gloomy under Miao Lihu's blood-colored rainbow. It was as if countless unjust souls rushed towards Ning Cheng, spraying blood.

Under this bloody color, Ning Cheng was even a little dazed. He clearly knew that he should get out of the way quickly, but being shrouded in blood that covered the sky and the sun made him feel a little dazed.

The mysterious yellow aura emanating from the Xuan Huang Zhu made the blood-colored aura covering Ning Cheng's body fade away. Ning Cheng suddenly became alert, and without hesitation, he used his full Qi, and the flying sword in his hand slashed out.

Under the agitation of Ning Cheng's True Qi, Jianhong opened a gap in the blood. Ning Cheng squeezed the gap and rushed out immediately. Even so, a blood-colored rainbow beam slammed into Ning Cheng's chest.

"Boom..." Ning Cheng had just left the blood-colored aura when a violent explosion exploded where he had stayed.

Ning Cheng was shocked to find that a huge deep pit had been blasted open in the place where he was a moment ago, and the deep pit was still dark red, as if blood had been poured over here for a long time. He looked down subconsciously, and the clothes on his chest were torn open, revealing the inner armor given to him by the old woman.

Ning Cheng had some lingering fears in his heart, if he didn't have a piece of inner armor, the blood-colored rainbow light would have cut a deep scar on his chest just now.

Taking a slow sigh, Ning Cheng finally saw clearly that the magic weapon in Miao Lihu's hand turned out to be a large blood-colored banner full of vague skeletons. The blood-colored Changhong, as well as those gloomy auras, and the rainbow light wrapped around his chest were all brought out by this blood-colored big banner.

If it wasn't for Xuan Huangzhu, he might have been killed. While Ning Cheng was secretly afraid, he also knew that although he had a lot of fighting experience, he mostly fought with monsters. And he, a qi gathering cultivator, dared to underestimate Miao Lihu, a condensing cultivator, is this not courting death?

Ningzhen cultivator, even if it is the worst Ningzhen cultivator, is not an ordinary person.

Ning Cheng didn't dare to be careless anymore, the flying sword in his hand brought a circle of sword lights and slammed towards Miao Lihu.

"Huh..." Miao Lihu looked at the giant pit he blasted out in shock. It was the first time he had seen a monk with four levels of Qi gathering escape his bloody ghost banner.

In his opinion, this is simply impossible, no matter how powerful a monk with the fourth level of Qi Gathering is, he cannot escape from his bloody ghost banner.

Ning Cheng, the cultivator of the fourth level of Qi Gathering, not only escaped his bloody ghost banner, but also used his flying sword to counterattack.

Eight icy sword lights seemed to freeze the surrounding space. Seal everything around him, so that he has no room to loop back.

"You're not a Qi Gathering Cultivator..." After Miao Lihu cried out in shock, he waved the blood-colored banner in his hand again.

No matter how powerful the Qi Gathering cultivator is, he can't display such a vertical and horizontal ice-qi sword glow, and there are eight consecutive sword glows. Although these eight sword glows cannot be connected together, they are enough to threaten the life of a condensing cultivator. Once connected, it would be extremely difficult for him to resist.

He did not believe that a monk with the fourth level of Qi gathering could form such a terrifying Xuanbing Sword Qi.

After the shock, he quickly calmed down, Ning Cheng's shot was really powerful, but he still believed that he could kill Ning Cheng.

"Chichi..." The blood-colored shadow brought by the blood-colored big banner slammed together with Ning Cheng's Xuanbing sword beam, and there was a sound of chi-chi in the air, as if torn rags.

Ba Dao Xuanbing sword energy was swept away by the blood-colored big fan, and Binghan instantly weakened. Miao Lihu was overjoyed, the weaker the sword qi of these eight mysterious ices, the less able they were to condense into one. As long as he suppressed Ning Cheng's eight mysterious ice sword pressures, he believed that Ning Cheng could only be slaughtered by him.

At this moment, four more mysterious ice sword qi suddenly appeared out of thin air between the eight mysterious ice sword qi and the blood-colored big fan. As soon as these four mysterious ice sword qi came out, the eight mysterious ice sword qi that were originally distributed in various locations instantly joined together. Just like a sword net, the blood-colored banner was completely frozen in the sword net.

"This is a Xuan-level sword skill..." Miao Lihu was dying, he never imagined that Ning Cheng had a Xuan-level sword skill. He doesn't have this kind of swordsmanship, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. This kind of treasure, even Samsung Academy may not have it, and this ant in his eyes actually has such a terrifying sword skill.

The moment he saw that it was a Xuan-level sword skill, Miao Lihu knew that if he didn't leave, he would really die in this place today.

He always felt that Ning Cheng's true essence was not as deep as his, but when he fought with Ning Cheng, he was a little awkward. Now he finally understood that it was because Ning Cheng used a Xuan-level sword skill.

Miao Lihu didn't know that his guess was fundamentally wrong, that Ning Cheng's infuriating anger was not as real as his. He was always a little awkward when fighting with Ning Cheng, not because of the thirty-six Xuanbing swords that Ning Cheng used, but because Ning Cheng's use of divine sense was much stronger than his.

In cultivator fighting, spiritual sense is a decisive thing, Miao Lihu did not realize the importance of spiritual sense at all, and it is strange that it is not at the disadvantage. In other words, as long as his spiritual sense is similar to that of Ning Cheng. Ning Cheng would definitely not be his opponent, that was the difference.

Miao Lihu didn't care that the blood-colored big fan would be hurt by the Xuanbing sword energy, and his Zhen Yuan blasted out fiercely, and at the same time led the blood-colored big fan to retreat quickly, he no longer wanted to fight with Ning Cheng.

At this moment, a faint shadow came and went from the gap between the blood-colored banners, and disappeared in Miao Lihu's body in an instant.

Miao Lihu, who was backing frantically, suddenly froze for a moment. He stared blankly at Ning Cheng and wanted to say something, but the next moment he felt his heart burst open like a hammer.

His heart exploded, and he fell to the ground with unwillingness in his eyes.

"So powerful?" Ning Cheng murmured as he looked at Miao Lihu who had fallen to the ground.

Xuan Bing Thirty-six Swords had already given him a surprise, but he had never expected the surprise given by the Seven Lights Ice Needle. He thought that Miao Lihu was attacked by the Seven Lights Ice Needle, and he had to resist one or two, but he didn't even have a chance to resist. This made Ning Cheng realize that he underestimated his Seven Lights Ice Needle.

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