The wailing sounds of fellow disciples were still surrounding him.
Looking around, many of the junior brothers and sisters who were laughing and chatting an hour ago have become soundless corpses.
Ling Tianhua's nose felt sore, no matter who led the strange beast away, to him, he was the great benefactor of the Desolate God Sword Mansion!
As for those who escaped before the battle... Ling Tianhua's eyes filled with a cold look when he thought of seeing Gou Shixiong asking everyone to protect him and leave during the previous battle.
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Under the cover of night, the reddish-brown rocks of the ancient Shinto wind up on the ground. Two dazzling lights, one red and one red, pass through the sky one after another.
Ning Qingyan looked down from the air and found a good place to use it before sheathing her sword and lowering it.
As soon as she stood firm, the tiger dragon came after her and grabbed her behind with its sharp right front paw.
If one is caught by a tiger dragon, the skin and flesh may only be torn apart, and the person may even be split into two parts.
However, after the tiger dragon's claws penetrated Ning Qingyan's vest, no blood burst out, and the figure in front of it also disappeared.
Although the tiger dragon is still in its infancy, it has the innate sense of crisis of a ferocious beast.
When its claws were empty, it felt the danger coming from its side.
"Ouch——!" The tiger dragon let out a roar and swept its tail across.
The sword light swung by Ning Qingyan fell on the hard-scaled dragon's tail, leaving only a shallow white mark.
"Roar--!"
The tiger dragon didn't know whether it was in pain or anger. After receiving Ning Qingyan's sword, he roared.
‘It’s really hard!’ Ning Qingyan secretly smacked her tongue.
In her previous life, she had never encountered a tiger dragon, but she knew that its scales were very hard. It was not until today that she truly realized how hard it was!
Buzz buzz——!
The Jinghong Sword was filled with Ning Qingyan's profound energy, and emitted a sword cry. Ning Qingyan's figure exchanged virtual and real figures, and instantly fired hundreds of moves, landing on the tiger dragon.
A young tiger dragon in the Nascent Soul stage, she is now at the peak of the Golden Core. If she wants to win, she can only fight with all her strength!
Jinghong Sword was constantly driven by Ning Qingyan's profound energy, bursting out with dazzling blue light, illuminating the reddish-brown world.
The tiger dragon's body was also shrouded in a bewitching red light, and the two terrifying forces collided wantonly in the deserted valley. In an instant, both wanted to kill each other.
Ning Qingyan fought heartily, this was the most enjoyable fight she had ever had since her rebirth.
Click!
The sharp sword tip pierced the tiger dragon's mouth, blocking its bloody mouth.
Ning Qingyan turned her wrist hard and cut off one of the tiger dragon's fangs.
The fang fell to the ground. Ning Qingyan glanced at it and suddenly felt that if it was given to the weapon refiner, he would definitely be able to refine a tooth knife spiritual weapon!
"Ouch~!" The tiger dragon lost a tooth and immediately became furious and rushed towards the culprit.
The sword technique in Ning Qingyan's hand had an ancient meaning, and the sword intent condensed as she swung it, making the tiger dragon instinctively feel a sense of fear.
The human race, among all the races, is not the strongest.
But, it is God’s favorite!
Although the human race is weak, its cultivation talent ranks first among all races.
Although the strength of the tiger dragon in the infant stage is comparable to that of the powerful in the Nascent Soul stage, its understanding of Xuanxuan is incomparable.
Sword intention is the first level of understanding of swordsmanship for those who practice swordsmanship.
In other words, only those who can use the sword's will can be called sword cultivators.
The sword intention has a hint of Taoism, so it brings a strong sense of crisis to the tiger dragon.
There was fear in Tiger Dragon's golden eyes, and when he looked at Ning Qingyan, he felt a little apprehensive.
Ning Qingyan, in the intention of the sword, swung the Jinghong Sword more smoothly and roundly.
Sword intent is no stranger to Ning Qingyan.
Thousands of years ago, her cultivation in swordsmanship once amazed the world.
Now, she just picked up the sword again, and everything fell naturally into her hands again.
Buzz!
The Jinghong Sword shines brightly, and with the blessing of the sword's intention, Ning Qingyan's cultivation at the peak of the golden elixir is constantly approaching the tiger dragon with the strength of the Nascent Soul.
"One sword opens the sky!"
"Roar--!"
The profound energy in Ning Qingyan's body instantly exploded several times, and the sword intent that descended on the tiger dragon made it feel terrified.
Out of instinct, Tiger Dragon also struggled to unleash his natural fighting skills.
Previously, a lot of strength was consumed by the people of the Wild God Sword Mansion, but in the end, he ran into a tough opponent like Ning Qingyan.
The tiger dragon in its juvenile stage was very miserable. This mood also made it burst out with potential, and it insisted on killing Ning Qingyan.
Two forces collided in the air.
The blue and red light directly illuminated the sky of the ancient Shinto.
Rumble——!
"What happened?"
The disciples of the Wild God Sword Mansion who had evacuated from the valley before were resting and recovering from their injuries, when they suddenly felt the storm surge in the night sky, and there was a flickering light in the sky.
"Is it thunder?"
"And lightning!"
Some disciples whispered and speculated.
Ling Tianhua turned around and looked at the illuminated place in the night sky with a serious expression. The pressure that hit his face almost made his blood burst.
"Quick! Get out of here!" Ling Tianhua's eyes narrowed tightly, and he immediately organized his fellow disciples to quickly evacuate from the ancient Shinto.
The disciples of the Wild God Sword Mansion didn't know what happened, but seeing Senior Brother Ling in such a state, they all hurriedly helped each other and ran out of the ancient Shinto.
After they finally ran out of the range of the ancient Shinto, the spiritual pressure gradually disappeared.
"Senior Brother Ling, take a rest, take a rest." Some disciples were exhausted from running and could only ask Ling Tianhua for help.
They had fought and been injured all night, and many of their close friends had died. They had not yet had time to resolve the melancholy in their hearts. At this moment, their physical and mental exhaustion had reached its extreme.
Feeling the disappearance of the spiritual pressure, Ling Tianhua also relaxed slightly.
He looked at his junior brothers and sisters who had dull eyes, tired faces, and were in a state of embarrassment, and he couldn't bear it, so he agreed to their request.
"Senior Brother Ling, what happened in the ancient Shinto? Should we secretly go back and take a look?" While everyone was resting on each other, someone approached Ling Tianhua and said.
Before Ling Tianhua could speak, he was interrupted by the suddenly darkening sky.
Originally, the sky was getting brighter after they ran out, but at this moment, they suddenly returned to the dark night.
The disciple who opened his mouth covered his mouth in shock, and backed away with fear in his eyes.
He never dared to say "go back and take a look" again.
Ling Tianhua raised his head in astonishment, looked at the sky that had turned black again, and said in shock: "It's the calamity cloud! Someone is overcoming the calamity!!!"
His master was a master at the Golden Core stage in the Wild God Sword Mansion, and he had personally seen his master overcome tribulations.
However, the thunder catastrophe in front of him was greater than the one he had seen before. The consciousness of heaven condensed in the sky was so strong that even unrelated people like them did not dare to act rashly...