Control The World

Ning Wufeng and Zhao Wuqing walked through the streets, pacing to the extreme, and turned into an afterimage.

"Master, finally get rid of those guys." Zhao Wuqing said with a little apprehension.

The gates of the city were smashed by these people, watching the soldiers in the streets hurried toward the gate to maintain stability. Zhao Wuqing breathed a sigh of relief. If it's a half-step slow, the two will explain here today.

"Master, where are we going now?" Zhao Wuqing whispered.

"Ning family should not be able to go back," Ning Wufeng said in a deep voice, and even the guards recognized him at the battle at the gate. Everyone else must have known him, maybe they were all blocking him at the door of Ning's house now.

"Let me see, this group of people will have to teach you a good lesson. Otherwise, you don't know the heights and heights of the earth." Zhao Wuqing said with a smirk.

Having said that, at least 80% of them are trying to become famous on Ning Wufeng's face and enter the eyes of the Four University Palace in one fell swoop.

"Go, go to Linjiang Pavilion, there should be a little safer." Ning Wufeng said immediately.

"Hee hey, go and see my sister-in-law? I heard that when the sister-in-law was in Zhaodu, it was the goddess in the hearts of countless monks." Zhao Wuqing laughed with a smile.

With a slam, Ning Wufeng knocked a bag on his head.

"Freeze said."

As they turned around, the laneway exit was blocked by one.

"You're Ning Wufeng, one of the top four?" Lairen's blue robe boots, with a magnificent temperament, held a sword in his hand, and stared at Ning Wufeng hotly.

With so many people at the gate of the city chasing Ningwufeng again, he did not expect to be met by him.

"Who are you?" Ning Wufeng said lightly.

"Take your first-level person! Remember, I'm Sun Yan, a fast sword." Sun Yan ticked his mouth, and he felt that his good days were coming.

He practiced swordsmanship for decades, and as long as he defeated Ning Wufeng, he would be able to walk peacefully and sit on the two great beauty of Jiangning House, and he was named four peerless. Then between the laughter, I received olive branches from the four university palaces and countless families.

Thinking of this, Sun Yan couldn't help laughing.

With a bang, Zhao Wuqing slapped a fan on his face, blinding him directly. He felt dizzy and looked at Zhao Wuqing dullly.

"Dare you hit me!" Sun Yan burst into fury, Jian Guang snorted and stabbed at Zhao Wuqing.

Zhao Wuqing's silver gun burst out, and with a bang, he nailed Sun Yan's sword to the wall of the alley, and the sword handle trembled buzzingly.

Sun Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and she suddenly became frightened, her legs softly kneeling to the ground.

"Just you want to step on my Master's head to become famous, confused." Zhao Wuqing chuckled and kicked Sun Yan out of the alley.

That Sun Yan has been dreaming so far and hasn't awoken yet.

"Master, let's go." Zhao Wuqing walked in front of him, many people looked at him in awe and pushed away.

However, Ning Wufeng didn't move, and looked in front of Zhao Wuqing.

"You want to take advantage of my master's name?" Zhao Wuqing frowned, and someone stopped him again.

The comer is extremely simple and plain in appearance, a type that no one recognizes in the crowd. He held a sword in his arms, but the sword was extremely delicately dressed, as if it were a peerless boutique.

"I'm looking for him." The person looked at Ning Wufeng.

"I can talk before I can." Zhao Wuqing evoked a chill in his mouth and rushed towards the comer. His whole body collapsed and a punch burst out.

The strength of Tongqiao Reality was demonstrated, so that many people with ghosts retreated. And Huang Yi crowded in the crowd. I did not expect that the person who was behind him was really the fourth must-have in Jiangning's stormy city-Ning Wufeng!

Because he came.

There was a playful smile on Huang Yi's face.

Zhao Wuqing blasted out with a punch, and burst into momentum, leaving no room for it. In his opinion, these people did not give any lessons and did not know that the sky was thick.

With a loud cry, a fist passed by the corner of the man's clothes, and the wind of the fist blew the fringe in front of his eyebrow.

"Well?" Zhao Wuqing gave a light sigh, whispered, inserted the silver gun on the ground, his fists rushed out, and rushed towards the man in the sky.

Boxing shadows are constantly intertwined. The man was extremely fast and accurately avoided every punch of Zhao Wuqing.

"Look at the gun!"

Zhao Wuqing claims to be a white horse silver gun, the most powerful ability is still on the gun. As soon as the attack was fruitless, he daredly pulled out the silver gun on the ground.

The gunman shivered, and pulled out numerous gun flowers, and shot at the people.

There was a sudden flash of light in the eyes of the comer, apparently somewhat surprised by Zhao Wuqing's strength. He moved. Zhao Wuqing's gunman moved closely with his figure, like a venomous snake.

Zhao Wuqing's pupils shrank, and a series of attacks did not even touch the person's clothes. He knew he had a tricky idea.

"Dragging!"

The silver gun suddenly burst out of the eye-catching light, and a faint dragon howl came from the pistol's pistol. The sharp gunman looks like a dragon.

The sharp meaning broke out instantly.

Good strong marksmanship.

The onlookers all showed a horrified look on their faces, and at this time Sun Yan, who had returned to God, was even more bruised on his face. I did not expect Zhao Wuqing's strength was so strong.

His face flushed, and he slipped away from the crowd.

"The marksmanship is good." The comer said lightly, the hand holding the sword was not spread. The hilt of the sword was like lightning, slamming at Zhao Wuqing's pistol.

The sharp outbreak of sharpness came, and the figure flickered. Zhao Wuqing's robe was shot out of three or four small holes.

"Hum, pull the sword." Zhao Wuqing said coldly, the comer did not even scabbard the sword, but just confronted him with the hilt, making him suddenly feel light on his face.

"For you, don't pull your sword!" He said softly, and the sword in his hand struck out. His sword skills are extremely stable and extremely fast.

Zhao Wuqing only felt that the tip of the gun was trembling violently, a powerful force came, and his hands were numb, almost unable to hold the sword.

"So fast sword speed."

The crowd could only see clearly that a practising sword shadow cut to Zhao Wuqing's sword. But Ning Wufeng's consciousness perceives the move just now, and the shadow of the comer cuts down 105 times in succession.

And this person did not pull the sword out of the sheath, otherwise the speed should be faster.

Ning Wufeng had already matched this person's information with one of Huang Yi's mouth before.

Except for him, Jiang Ningfu does not have such a fast sword.

Zhao Wuqing's spiritual power burst out, a spiritual trick was excited, the spiritual power poured out, and the silver gun cast a layer of milky light.

Roar……

The gunman surged out, and the silver gun was like pounding Huanglong. Zhao Wuqing's whole body spun up, a gust of wind rolled up, and a sharp sword shot at the coming person.

The comer's pupils shrank, a chill appeared on his face, and a white light lit up. Zhao Wuqing's revolving gun shadow suddenly shot a blood light.

The gun power was resolved by him!

"Fast sword!"

Many people did not see the Jianguang coming, and Zhao Wuqing did not feel any pain at all.

"Master, I can still fight!" Zhao Wuqing suddenly saw Ning Wufeng appearing in front of him.

"Wrap up the wound well, he gave it to me." Ning Wufeng said softly.

"Ah?" Zhao Wuqing was stunned and hurt? how come? Did he not feel hurt at all?

Ning Wufeng glanced at his arm, and a sudden pain in his arm suddenly felt. Zhao Wuqing looked down, and the sleeves on his arm shattered.

The debris on the sleeve fell out, and a blood-red "Ling" character appeared on his arm. The blood dripped down.

"Oh!" Zhao Wuqing only then made a scream of killing a pig, and quickly found the elixir from his arms and applied it to himself.

Ning Wufeng looked at the man, how could he not associate such a bland person with the son of the Ling family, one of the four great families.

"Ling Tiantian, Jiu Yang?" Ning Wufeng said softly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, take out your gun." Ling Tian said coldly, without any nonsense in his tone.

Ning Wufeng grabbed in the void and the annihilation gun appeared.

If you didn't break through the Nine Spirits and realize the third point of sharpness and Juli's true meaning, it would not have been so easy to face Lingtian today.

Ling Tian's strength is definitely not weaker than Situ Ran. In other words, he is more difficult to deal with than Situ. Because of his obsession with swords.

Wuer passed across a sword, Ling Tian started.

His figure turned into an afterimage. As soon as the sword came out, no one would ever associate the word blandness again.

At this point, he was a sword, as gorgeous and noble as his sword! It radiates a dazzling light, so that everyone present is afraid to look directly at him.

The sharp sword radiated from his waving hands. Ning Wufeng knew that only those who were extremely obsessed with swords could practice their swords in their bones.

If you do n’t move, you will be shocked!

Ling Tian ’s sword light moved, and the sword light that burst out instantly crushed to Ning Wufeng. Ning Wufeng saw thousands of swords in his eyes, but the swords and swords were all in one There is one sword left.

With a bang, Jianguang burst into a thousand ways.

Ten million swords, ten thousand swords. Jian Guang suddenly changed countless times in Ling Tian's hands.

Speed ​​sword.

Sword meaning obsessed with Ling Tian!

Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank, and the consciousness suddenly let go.

Ten thousand swords, one thousand swords.

Suddenly, Ning Wufeng also moved, a dazzling burst of light burst out from the annihilation gun, a full-bodied shot, the spiritual power swelled out, and a dark luster was stained on the gun.

Gun mans flowed out.

Sharp triple meaning!

There was a soft bang, and the two bodies crossed.

Ling Tian's sword has been retracted into the scabbard. And Ning Wufeng's gun was put away. The two turned their backs, their robes hunting.

"You are strong," Ling Tian said coldly, "I will be in the secret realm, and I will find you again."

Ling Tian again became that bland boy, holding a gorgeous sword, slowly disappearing into the crowd.

"Master, are you okay?" Zhao Wuqing grinned in pain and walked up to ask.

Ning Wufeng gently spread his palms, and a blood stain disappeared.