However, Ning Huaihen, who was shrouded in the rain of thousands of swords, remained motionless, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and didn't know what he was thinking.
What's going on here, is it because I can't think of a way to crack it, don't know how to deal with it, or is it simply frightened?
Luo Enen suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't think about how long Shen Yuxuan can last, but should think about how long Ning Huaihen can last, right?
However, why did Big Brother Ye say that Shen Yuxuan would definitely lose?
"That's right, Shen Yuxuan will definitely be defeated." What she couldn't understand the most was that Gu Fenghua stared at Shen Yuxuan and Ning Huaihen and said the same thing.
"Fenghua, you said the same thing, but how is it possible, Shen Yuxuan is still occupying it" Luo Enen didn't like to use his brain at first, but at this moment he couldn't figure it out, but the more he thought about it, he became impatient and couldn't help it asked.
"Choke" At this moment, Ning Huaihen drew his sword.
With the sound of the dragon's chant, frost is everywhere!
Fast, it was too fast, that cold light of the sword, like a bolt of lightning in a storm, split the darkness and the thick rain in an instant. Everything in front seemed to be destroyed by this lightning.
Strong murderous intent filled the audience, and the throbbing of death also emerged in everyone's heart, holding their hearts tightly.
This sword is so violent, so cruel.
Gu Fenghua's eyes froze sharply, as if he had returned to a certain moment in the past, and saw that ferocious and ruthless face again. Her hand subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.
Just a blink of an eye, not even a blink of an eye, that sword light broke through thousands of sword rains and hit Shen Yuxuan's chest.
Shen Yuxuan snorted and staggered back. His face had long since lost the composure it had before, and it was full of horror.
One step, two steps, three steps Every time you take a step back, a bunch of blood is sprinkled on the ground in front of you. After retreating more than ten steps, he finally stopped, and his face also turned pale.
With a bang, the long sword fell to the ground. He covered his chest with his hands, and slowly sat down on the ground. Blood gushed out between his fingers, obviously seriously injured.
On the opposite side, Ning Huaihen stood proudly, gave him a disdainful look, turned around suddenly, and slashed at Wei Podi again.
Wei Podi never thought that Shen Yuxuan's Xuanxin Jianyu, who had already cultivated to the fourth level, would be broken by Ning Huaihen's sword so easily, let alone that he was defeated so quickly, completely defenseless.
When he heard the howl of the sword and reacted, it was too late, and he could only watch the murderous sword fall mercilessly towards him. Fortunately, he still has a demon pet. At a critical moment, the silver-winged dragon python suddenly left the battle circle, flapped its wings, and rushed towards Ning Huaihen like a silver train.
The Savior is eager, and the speed at which it erupts at this time is actually a bit faster than before. Not to mention the few people on the field, even everyone in the audience couldn't see its trajectory clearly.
However, Ning Huaihen's gaze was still so indifferent and calm, but with a slight twist of his wrist, the sword glow changed its direction.
"Hiss" The silver line, which was too fast for human eyes to catch, suddenly paused, frozen in mid-air as if someone had cast a hold technique.
Time, as if also stopped at this moment.
Everyone could clearly see that Ning Huaihen's sword was cutting seven inches below the silver-winged dragon python, and it was only a little bit short of hitting the vital point. However, even though the silver-winged spirit python escaped the vital point by chance, the fine scales, which were as hard as fine steel, were cut open by this sword, and a blood mist sprayed out. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com