But Ning huaihen, who was shrouded in the rain of thousands of swords, was still, holding the hilt tightly, and didn't know what he was thinking.

What's the matter? Can't you think of a way to solve it, don't know how to deal with it, or just be scared?

Lorne suddenly felt that maybe he should not think about how long Shen Yuxuan can persist, but rather how long Ning huaihen can persist, right?

However, why does the night elder brother say that Shen Yuxuan will surely be defeated?

"Yes, Shen Yuxuan is sure to lose." What makes her most incomprehensible is that Gu Fenghua stares at Shen Yuxuan and Ning huaihen and says the same thing.

"Fenghua, you say so, but how can it be? Shen Yuxuan is still on the top..." Luo en didn't like to use his brain, but he couldn't understand what he thought. Instead, he was impatient and couldn't help asking.

"Choke..." at this time, Ning huaihen drew his sword.

From the sound of the dragon, frost everywhere!

Fast, it's too fast, the sword cold, like a lightning storm, split the dark moment, split the thick rain. Everything in front seems to be destroyed by the lightning.

Strong murders spread all over the audience, and the throb of death also appeared in everyone's heart, holding their heart tightly.

This sword is so violent and ferocious.

Gu Fenghua's eyes were fierce, as if he had returned to a certain moment, and saw that ferocious and merciless face. Her hand, subconsciously holding the hilt.

It was just a blink of an eye, even less than a blink of an eye. The sword broke through the rain of thousands of swords and split into Shen Yuxuan's chest.

Shen Yuxuan snorted and staggered back. His face, had no previous calm, a color of horror.

One step, two steps, three steps... Every step back, the ground in front of a bunch of blood. After more than ten steps, he finally stopped, and his face turned pale.

With a bang, the sword fell to the ground. He covered his chest with his hand and slowly fell to the ground. Between his fingers, blood gushed out. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

On the other side, Ning huaihen stands up and looks at him with disdain. He suddenly turns around and cuts at Wei.

Wei didn't expect that Shen Yuxuan's Xuanxin Jianyu, who had reached the fourth level of cultivation, was so easily broken by Ning huaihen's sword. What's more, he didn't expect that he would be defeated so soon, so he was completely unprepared.

When he heard the roar of the sword, it was too late for him to react. He could only watch the murderous sword fall towards him. Fortunately, he still has a demon pet. At the critical moment, the silver winged dragon Python fiercely broke away from the battle circle and flapped its wings, like a silver drill towards Ning huaihen.

The Savior was so anxious that it burst out a little faster than before. Not to mention a few people on the field, even the audience can't see its track clearly.

However, Ning huaihen's eyes were still so cold and quiet, but with a slight twist of his wrist, his sword changed its direction.

"Hiss..." the silver drill, which was so fast that it was hard for human eyes to catch, suddenly stopped, just as if it had been performed the body immobilization technique.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

Everyone can clearly see that Ning huaihen's sword is cutting under the seven inches of the silver winged dragon python. It's only a little short of the key point. However, although the silver winged spirit Python narrowly avoided the key, the fine scale armor as strong as fine steel was still cut open by this sword, and a piece of blood mist sprayed out.