Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 260 The real master

The terrifying waves hit the ground, like a layer of terrifying waves, mighty and mighty, sweeping towards all directions.

A lot of dust was flying on the ground, and the dust was whistling all over the sky.

The terrible movement not only surprised the five middle-aged men, but also surprised many warriors, and hurriedly looked up.

Their pupils shrank, and soon they found the golden figure in the distant sky.

"Ning Shaoxia, that is Ning Shaoxia!"

"Ning Shaoxia, help me!"

Many warriors shouted excitedly.

"Bold!"

Cultivators shouted angrily from all directions.

Including the five middle-aged men, dozens of powerful cultivators rushed out from all directions, all of them looked angry and murderous, and came to the distant sky to look at Ning Chuan.

With a sneer on his face, Ning Chuan stood tall in the sky holding the Eight Desolation Bow. Now he wished that all the cultivators could rush out of this area.

In this case, he can open his bow and shoot as much as he wants.

The five middle-aged men were furious and their brows twitched wildly. It seemed that they didn't expect that Ning Chuan had actually appeared just now when they were talking about it.

And he acted domineeringly, without paying attention to them at all!
Actually directly killed their base!
Those who killed them openly!

This is eating the guts of a fairy!
However, the opponent is so strong!

A simple single arrow can actually cause such a huge power, no wonder it was able to shoot and kill Huashen before.

"Array!"

One of the middle-aged men suddenly yelled.

call!
The cultivators in all directions had nothing to say, and suddenly raised a red flag, which rose against the wind and turned into tens of feet in size, densely packed, enveloping Ning Chuan, and spun quickly.

As soon as the formation was formed, there was an incomparably terrifying aura, as if it had turned into a vortex of flames, spinning violently, devouring everything, trying to swallow Ning Chuan and turn it into dust.

"Go and ask Daoran to come here!"

As soon as the powerful formation was formed, a middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Immediately, several cultivators flew towards the distance at an extremely fast speed, and it was obvious that the Daoran that the other party was talking about was a master with extremely terrifying strength.

Without saying a word, Ning Chuan suddenly took out a steel arrow, pulled it full force, and shot fiercely at these rapidly spinning flags.

call out!
The terrifying golden Changhong shot out in an instant, bursting out with terrifying fluctuations that shook the earth, mobilizing the general trend of the world in the entire area.

boom!
The red flags in all directions were all violently shaken and swayed indiscriminately.

Ning Chuan came here today to kill people, so he didn't want to say a word, and directly expressed his attitude with actions.

"Kill him!"

"Jointly suppress this person!"

The five middle-aged men shouted in unison.

They are all powerful in the mid-to-late stage of the transformation of the gods, and they are extremely terrifying. They also belong to one party's elders in the Zhenguo religion, and their status is noble. However, Ning Chuan has a record of killing the masters of the transformation of the gods, so they have to be wary, and they have to join forces. kill.

boom!boom!boom…

Those cultivators in all directions were urging the formation, while releasing magic weapons, and blasted towards the formation.

The light of the entire formation was even brighter, like a vortex, spinning rapidly, whining harshly, and the fire light inside formed countless sword qi, rushing towards Ning Chuan's body.

Ning Chuan frowned, and suddenly retracted the Eight Desolation Bow, pulled out the divine sword at his waist, urged it to move, rushed past, and ruthlessly blasted towards the formation in front of him.

Boom! !

The incomparably terrifying black sword gang, with Wei Wei Ruyue's frightening fluctuations, slammed onto the large formation fiercely. The terrifying power shook all the magic weapons that came from all directions and flew out, making a crackling sound, making it impossible to get close .

The entire formation was shaken violently.

Seven or eight red flags flew out at once, the light dimmed, and then burst instantly.

"not good!"

"What monster is this!"

The expressions of the five middle-aged men all changed.

Ning Chuan's sword slashed the famous Zhoutian Great Formation of their Zhenguo Divine Sect, and it shattered seven or eight banners on the spot.

What a joke!
Boom!

Ning Chuan's second sword wheel started to move, bursting out shocking fluctuations, a mass of blackness, the sword gang was hundreds of feet high, and slammed down fiercely towards the big formation in front of him.

This sword is more terrifying than the previous one, and it is several times stronger.

Click!

Once again, several banners exploded in an instant and turned into powder.

Then Ning Chuan moved the Divine Sword in turn, and the sword moved towards the large formation in front of him in a series of bombardments. The sound roared terrifyingly, shaking the whole world to tremble violently.

All the cultivators in all directions showed bursts of horror, their bodies seemed to be in the midst of raging waves, uncontrollable.

boom!
There was a loud noise and rays of light shot out like a volcanic eruption, and all the banners were blown away.

Ning Chuan jumped out of the formation like a beast, and the terrifying fluctuations shattered many Nascent Soul cultivators in all directions, causing them to die tragically.

"Go to hell!"

He stopped shouting, and after rushing out, he rotated the divine sword in his hand, and the black mass, stretching for an unknown number of feet, directly blasted and killed the five middle-aged men in front of him fiercely.

These middle-aged men were astonished, desperately urging their magic weapons to resist.

But it was still useless, covered by a horrifying light, flew out on the spot, sprayed blood wildly, his clothes exploded, and smashed hard in the distance.

As for the other cultivators around them, without exception, they all exploded and were shocked to death by the powerful aftermath.

"Daoran, save me!"

The five middle-aged men shouted in horror regardless.

Suddenly there was a long howling sound in the distance, the powerful fluctuation was like a volcanic eruption, and a golden flying sword rushed towards it at an unimaginable speed.

When it came close, the golden flying sword suddenly became bigger, the size of a small mountain, with countless bright lightning bolts swirling on its surface, and it directly slashed at Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan's face froze, his eyes shot out a bright divine light, and he swept across with a sword.

Boom!
The sound roared, shaking heaven and earth.

A monstrous wave erupted directly on the spot.

Countless energy breaths swept around.

Ning Chuan's body drifted out on the spot, landing more than ten meters away, his face darkened instantly.

And that golden flying sword also shrunk rapidly, its light was dim, and it flew upside down, sweeping towards the distance.

Ning Chuan's gaze swept away instantly.

A handsome young man in a white robe appeared not far away.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with perfect looks, white clothes fluttering, exuding an indescribably elegant atmosphere, he could be called a rare handsome man.

"Are you Ning Chuan?"

After the other party appeared, his face was calm, and he asked directly.

Step forward, walk in the void, and float out of the dust.

Ning Chuan shook his neck, and said flatly, "Are you also a member of Zhenguo?"

"Yes, I am one of the top ten young masters of Zhen Guojiao. My name is Li Daoran, and I just passed five hundred years old this year."

The handsome man's tone was calm, and he seemed extremely conceited when talking about his age.

"Really? It's really something to be proud of."

Ning Chuan said slightly teasingly.

"No, I'm already old. Five hundred years old is only in the late stage of transformation, so it's nothing."

The handsome man said calmly, "You are very strong, and your talent is also very good, but it is a pity that warriors are not as good as cultivators after all. If you are given hundreds of years, I am indeed no match for you, but it is impossible for you to beat me now!"

"I really don't know where your confidence comes from?"

Ning Chuan snorted coldly.

"I know you don't believe me, so I can only tell you that the strength of the cultivation world is beyond your imagination. The blow I just did was just random. At most, it only produced [-]% of the power, and the youth in the cultivation world In a generation, my strength is not ranked among the top ten!"

The handsome man walked up step by step, and said, "So you can imagine your fate, even if the old people don't show up, you can't turn the waves, and those young strong men who rank in the top ten show up, you will die, and there will be no second choice." Live!"

"Have you said enough?"

Ning Chuan's tone was cold.

"Enough talking, you can go on the road too!"

The handsome man stopped and stared at Ning Chuan, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Chapter 2!
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