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Chapter 148 Ning Zhi’s Duel with Hong Qingxiong 2
[Indicator] The most difficult thing to monitor is the fluctuation of evil spirits related to talents. Treasures that enhance the player's own abilities will be confused with talents, thereby exaggerating the threshold of the talent when displayed.

But obviously there is no need for the analysis team to worry about Hong Qingxiong’s monitoring.

It seems that the White Horse Knight summoned by Wanhua Mirror can fluctuate for 50 years in a single Taoist practice. Although this is not the ability of creation, and the scimitar in the knight's hand does not look like a genuine one, as a player, he can still I felt that the rippled blade of the water was infused with a very strong evil spirit.

If the chivalrous man summoned by these two poems is regarded as the whole body of 50 years of Taoism, then this blade has been infused with at least 30 years of Taoism.

Zhang Ningzhi didn't panic. She put the cloud-patterned sword back into its sheath, squatted down on horseback, and assumed a posture to hold down the sword.

Hong Qingxiong continued to write: Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

As he started writing, the knight on the white horse clamped his horse's belly and rushed forward with a bright scimitar.

The sound of horses trampling on iron hooves is deafening. The closer you get, the more you can feel the murderous aura with the desolation of Xiliang, as if you are in the Gobi desert.

Zhang Ningzhi stared closely at the scimitar. She could clearly feel the evil energy changing from flat on the blade to condensed. When the knight came to her, all the 50 years of Taoism that had been maintained in the whole body turned into ashes. A killing move, directed towards the front door!

She suddenly drew her sword and struck hard——

The sword emitted an eye-catching red light, and when it collided with the killing move, a momentary intertwining of red and black appeared on the arena, and then the red evil light cut the blackness under the sword, and the aftermath shook for more than ten meters before faintly dispersing.

Zhang Ningzhi straightened up and put the knife into its sheath again.

"it is good!"

Gongsun Fu applauded her from the sidelines and said with great pride: "As expected of me, she was the one who brought her out, and she caught it beautifully!"

Shi Xin had also read a lot about martial arts after getting into the game. She saw that Zhang Ningzhi's move just now should be the Miao Dao's big slash, using the body's swallowing and breathing to achieve the power of penetrating the sword technique, making it seamless and fierce. It rises hard and falls like a broken bamboo.

Even if you are not using a Miao Dao, the principles of attack are always the same.

The advantage of this is that it can mobilize the body to the maximum extent to deliver a supreme blow, but the disadvantage is also very fatal. Frequently used attack intervals can easily be caught in the gap.

Zhang Ningzhi also knew this, but she judged that the pen and scroll in Hong Qingxiong's hand were probably not treasures. Treasures did not emit such strong evil aura. It was strong enough to make her, a player who is good at fighting alone, feel the strong murderous intent.

The treasure has no killing intent, the treasure is dead, only the talent with the player's will can exist.

And as long as it is a talent, there will be a moment when all mental energy is consumed.

This is also the reason why she chooses to fight with this long moiré sword that is more suitable for her, instead of using her own natal weapon.

Hong Qingxiong was not surprised that this blow was received. He showed an elegant and easy-going smile and continued to write.

Purple plug separates three views, yellow dust connects from all sides...

Play the flute and go up to the high city, the city is full of bright moonlight...

Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken...

I vowed to wipe out the Xiongnu regardless of my own safety, and five thousand mink brocades mourned Hu Chen... After four complete poems were written, the arena was filled to the brim, the guarding city wall rose from the ground, the bright moon illuminated the ditch, thousands of troops and horses galloped in, and the shouts of killing were shocking. The sky is clear, the drums are beating, the dust is flying, it feels like you are in a real ancient battlefield.

The evil energy in the sky turns into deadly attacks as it approaches, each with a 50-year path. The data lines of the [Indicator] are rising steadily, increasing layer by layer. The opposite side is like an arsenal, and you can launch endless attacks with a wave of your hand. .

An unbelievable amount of sand and dust enveloped the arena, as if triggering a sandstorm in a local area, isolating the inside and outside, making it difficult to see clearly inside. One could only vaguely feel the red light struggling to withstand it in the countless darkness.

The interval is not enough, so Zhang Ningzhi cannot kill with a single blow with the Miao knife like before. He can only keep fighting, and the most important thing in fighting is breathing. These dusts are obviously evil spirits, but they are like real dust every time they breathe in and out. Block breathing.

It doesn't matter if her sight is blocked, she can still rely on her senses to sense the killing intent around her, but blocking the breathing duct is the most fatal thing for the "chivalrous"!She gradually became breathless with each move, her throat was dry, and her lungs were acrid.

"Thousands of years! The evil energy fluctuations have accumulated to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Of course, this does not mean that Hong Qingxiong himself or the contracted Yin God has the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul. It simply means that his talent is so strange that it is abnormal, and the thugs he summons have accumulated a thousand years of Taoism.

Fortunately, this Dao Xing is instantaneous. Compared with the real Yin God, the Yin God with a thousand years of Dao Xing can unleash multiple attacks containing thousands of years of evil energy, and the thug created by the talent is just the attack itself.

Zhang Ningzhi chopped off an evil aura with her backhand. This evil aura seemed to be from the 80-year-old Daoxing. After a few big chops, she mobilized the evil aura in the long-patterned cloud sword and slashed with all her strength!
The evil spirit was gone, but the knife in her hand was almost knocked away, and the person also retreated with it.

She coughed twice, and taking advantage of the fact that there was no threat around her, she held the knife steady, stopped her trembling arm, stretched it in front of her, and summoned the Yin God "Chang Yuchun".

[Indicator] Regeneration variables, the monitoring data has a threshold value of 46 years.

Gongsun Fu looked solemn: "This is forcing her to a dead end. Her Yin Shen has the ability to possess people. When summoned, it can increase the force of force, but in exchange for absorbing body functions... it will shorten your life."

Behind Zhang Ningzhi appeared a warrior with a majestic appearance and long arms. He turned into a transparent red light and adhered to Zhang Ningzhi's body, nourishing her heart and lungs. In an instant, her throat was no longer dry and her lungs were no longer spicy. My hands stopped shaking, and my body was back to its original state after exerting too much force.

As a martial arts practitioner, she has always longed to have a body that will not break down no matter how hard it is, and now it is her ideal state.

The blade of the long knife in his hand was engraved with cloud patterns. At this moment, when the evil energy in the body was bursting, it was dyed red and turned into red clouds like water ripples.

There was a faint red ooze in Zhang Ningzhi's eyes. The state of being possessed by the Yin God can adjust the body's functions to the strongest. The thousands of troops rushing towards her were all evil attacks in her eyes. She bravely went towards Charge forward, charging out with the momentum to take the enemy general's head out of thousands of people.

Red and black intertwined again, and the red light stretched for several meters, wrapped in sand and drawn a sharp arc, passing five levels and killing six generals until the end.

"Zheng!"

Zhang Ningzhi undoubtedly made the most beautiful finishing blow in this battle.

The blade collided with Hong Qingxiong's pen barrel, trembling and buzzing, and the aftermath knocked his Fengji buckle away.

However, she was too severely consumed before, and the Yin Shen possessed her and drained most of her functions just by healing her body.

The sandstorm was just a derivative of the evil spirit. When it subsided, everyone saw that Hong Qingxiong was alone. Adhering to the concept of "enemies on stage and friends off stage", they wanted to lean over and pull up Zhang Ning, who had fainted. In other words, the behavior is too refined.

(End of this chapter)