Chapter 52

Han yanrou is forced by the group and trapped in a desperate situation, but she does not flinch, and her expression is extremely firm.

"No!"

Cold smoke soft crisp voice sounded, very direct refusal.

The face of all strong changed greatly, Murong Bo said coldly: "if you don't pay, you will die!"

The voice of the elder of the sword soul sect groaned: "it's just a mole ant. Why talk nonsense with it? Kill it!"

A mole ant is surrounded by a group of giant elephants, which is just a dead end.

But Han Yan is soft and resolute. In the face of the strong, he has no intention of shrinking.

She knows that she may die here today, but she still has no regrets and still has to work hard.

"If the smoke is soft and soft, I want all the people here to be buried with me!"

However, at this time, a Lang Lang's voice reverberates between heaven and earth.

All of them were startled and looked at the sound, but they saw a figure coming quickly. In an instant, they came to all the strong men.

"It's him, Ning Chen."

"How dare an enemy of many sects dare to appear here so blatantly?"

"Kill him

People in yunyin's land are angry when they see Ning Chen. They feel that Ning Chen simply doesn't pay attention to them. They know that there are strong men in all sects here. They dare to show off like this.

They yelled angrily and rushed to ningchen to kill him.

Ning Chen was worried about the cold smoke, soft and safe. He coldly stared at the children of all the sects who had been intercepted and killed, and said in a murderous voice: "those who hinder me, die!"

Ning Chen's arrogant attitude caused public anger.

Who comes here, who is not the strong one above the small perfection of Tongmai?

"It's arrogant and ignorant that the garbage in a gas condensate environment dares to be arrogant here..."

at this time, a group of powerful people in the pulse environment blocked ningchen's way forward, and they have coagulated an attack and killed ningchen.

Poof, poof, poof.

However, before they finished speaking, they were cut off.

One by one, they covered their necks, their eyes were wide open, and finally they fell into a cold corpse.

Ningchen pass by, all become corpses.

In front of him, he was a mole ant.

After all, they are not Zhao Lingxue who has the soul of ice spirit. Even if they are building the foundation environment in half a step, their strength will be lower by several grades.

"This..."

seeing this scene, the young generation were scared and stupid, and no one dared to stand up and was completely awed by Ning Chen's strength.

The strong men of the older generation look ugly.

It's just a boy with half a step to get through the pulse. Do you want them to do it?

No one can stand in the way of the young spiritual practitioners present?

Shame!

Murongbo, the elder of the sword soul sect and others are about to make a move.

For the sake of tianmaihua, they can't care about face problems.

"Good swordsmanship, I'll stop you."

However, at this time, a figure flew out, intercepting ningchen on the way forward.

This is a young man with a sword on his back. He is mo fan, the first young swordsman in Haoyue country.

Now, no one in the younger generation can stop Ning Chen. If he cuts off Ning Chen's head, his reputation will be even greater.

What's more, at the moment, the younger generation, no one dares to fight, but they stand up, which is definitely the attention of all.

The sword behind Mo fan has not yet taken off the edge, but standing there gives people a sense of awe inspiring Dao Qi.

"Mo fan, the young first swordsman in Haoyue country, is lucky to have him."

"Mo fan hands, rather dust must die, so that we can save some face."

"If not, it would be a joke to be swept away by the nobody in ningchen's cloud hidden place."

Some spiritual practitioners from all over Haoyue, especially from Haoyue Imperial City, opened their mouths.

When Ning Chen meets Mo fan, they all believe that Ning Chen must die by Mo fan's knife.

At this time, ningchen's speed did not slow down at all, but accelerated. Even for Mo fan who was in front of him, Ning Chen ignored it directly.

Mo fan naturally felt ningchen's contempt attitude, which made him angry.

"Boy, no matter who you are, you will die by my knife."

"Now, give me the..."

Mo fan drinks coldly, reaches out his hand, and is about to draw a knife.

Poof!

However, as soon as his hand touched the handle of the ancient knife behind him, his neck suddenly felt cold.

One blow to the throat.

I didn't even have the chance to draw a knife.

"This..."

heaven and earth are dead, and no one dares to believe this scene.

But Ning Chen's figure flies rapidly, faster and faster.

To him, it was like an ant stepping on the road to death.

In other people's eyes, he was shocked, but in his eyes, he was taken for granted."No one can stop young spiritual practitioners."

At this moment, the old spiritual practitioners realized that they could not help but change their faces.

"We have to do it ourselves."

Murong Bo and others said.

"Before that, you can kill the girl and take over the flowers."

Fengming sect Liu elder cold tunnel.

At this time, he is closest to Han yanrou, and he has already made a move between his words.

Ningchen is not far away from the soft smoke at this time, but is blocked by so many old strong people. If you want to help, I'm afraid it's too late.

"The smoke is so soft that no one can save her."

"Ningchen, he is just a moth to the fire!"

Although the people around were shocked by the means Ning Chen showed just now, they felt that Ning Chen would not have any chance in the face of the older generation of strong people.

The elder of jianhun sect, murongbo and others first confront Ning Chen.

"Ningchen, if you don't kill you, I'll let you watch Han yanrou be killed, and make you feel helpless and desperate?"

The elder of sword soul sect said coldly.

At this moment, I also saw ningchen.

She didn't expect that Ning Chen had recovered his cultivation, which made her feel ecstatic.

"Ningchen, you're OK. That's great."

Han yanrou seems to have no awareness of her own danger, but she is still happy for the safety of ningchen.

"You're too early to be happy. Die."

The elder Liu of Fengming sect said coldly that he had already patted the soft smoke with one hand.

In the face of this palm, Han yanrou can't dodge and resist at all. She has no choice but to wait for death.

Boom!

Liu Lao clapped it out.

However, he suddenly felt a huge force coming, and he was directly repulsed.

In front of his eyes, a young man stood in front of him with the help of Han Yan rou.

It's Ning Chen.

When did he show up here?

Everyone was taken aback.

"Shadow."

The elder of the sword soul sect said in an unbelievable voice.

Just a moment ago, he only smashed a shadow of Ning Chen, but Ning Chen had already passed him and appeared beside Han yanrou.

"What's the use of speed?"

"In that case, let's make a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate."

Unable to kill Han yanrou with one hand, Liu Changlao of Fengming sect is very angry. At this time, he rallies his strength again and is ready to attack.

Ning dust indifferently opened his mouth: "dare to kill Han yanrou, I want your life."

While speaking, Ning Chen's breath is changing dramatically.

"Yanrou, follow me. I'll take you out."

Ningchen never forgets judo.

Han yanrou was still worried about ningchen's safety, but after hearing his words, she suddenly felt certain and had a sense of security.

Now, hanyanrou's trust in ningchen has gone deep into the bone marrow.

"Still want to go out alive, Ning Chen, you are too naive?"

A group of old generation strong person disdain sneer.

It's too arrogant for a young spiritual practitioner to fight against a group of old powerful men.

It is not so much arrogance as ignorance.

These older generation of strong people, including the headmaster, the head of the family, the eldest, the weakest is the fake construction of the foundation.

Even murongbo, now, is the existence of the false building foundation.

Ningchen is just a half step spiritual youth. Facing a group of big men, he is just laughing.

"Ningchen and hanyanrou are too young and ignorant."

"If it was me, I would give up tianmaihua as soon as possible. Although the treasure is important, how can it be compared with life?"

"Ning Chen swept a group of young spiritual cultivation, and thought he was invincible. It was really naive and ridiculous."

People are also talking.

Among the crowd, there are also disciples of the cold family.

When they saw this scene, they were extremely surprised. They immediately sent the news back to the Han family and told Han Feng that Han yanrou was dead, and that he was the master of the house.

Yes, Han yanrou is not dead yet. These disciples of the poor family can't wait to send out the news.

In their opinion, the smoke is gentle and the body is dead, which is the result of no suspense.

In the battlefield, Ning Chen looked indifferent, holding a spirit sword and stepping forward.

Poof!

Elder Liu of Fengming sect was killed.

His cohesive attack has no chance at all.

All because the speed of ningchen is too fast.

"What's the situation? Ningchen's speed has increased again."

But Murong Bo's face changed greatly, exclaimed.

Just now someone said that it's useless to be fast. Now I'm beaten in the face by Ning Chen.

"Not only the speed, the breath on his body, very terrible, more than ten times stronger than before.""His breath is too violent."

The elder of the sword soul sect also looked dignified. At this moment, he felt the danger from a young man.

It was so ridiculous to him that he couldn't believe it.

"Now run for your lives, you can still live."

"If not, die!"

Ning Chen pointed to the people around him and said coldly.

He was like a different person, and his breath became extremely violent.

Originally this moment, Ning dust used the secret arts spirit storm.

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