C125 (2/2)
”He has already received eleven slashes, he is still not dead! This meant that his fighting strength had already reached the seventh level of the Martial Master realm. So strong! Ning Taiheng's disciple is indeed extraordinary! ”
Lee Fengxue and the four Suppression Sect Expert s looked at each other, frowned and said, ”Four Junior Masters, how long do you think he will be able to last until?”
One of the Sect's Sect Elders calmly replied, ”Thirty blades.”
Another elder said, ”Fifty slashes.”
The third elder stroked his beard, and after looking at it carefully, he said, ”He should be able to last up to a hundred.”
”Hundred blades!? Senior Brother, he is only at the second level of the Martial Master realm after all. Perhaps, he could withstand one or two strikes from the beginning with the courage of his sword intent, but every clash of blades would consume a large amount of his Genuine Essence.
The last Suppression Sect Expert stayed silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice, ”Undefeatable Thousand Blades.”
”Hm!?” This time, the three elders all cast their gaze at the last elder. Looking at the elder's indifferent expression and the refined and peaceful aura, the elder's words contained an astonishing power.
The three elders and Lee Fengxue looked at him in confusion. Gao Xuan, who was standing behind the old man, also asked with furrowed brows: ”Master, are you saying that Lin Yue can defeat Dugu Huangyu? This is a Thousand Extinction Blade Formation, even if it is a disciple, there is a 10% chance of falling. ”
The old man's eyes revealed an expression of reminiscence, and said with a low voice: ”Back then, Junior Brother Ning, Senior Brother Ling, and the others went to participate in the Leader Board, and during Junior Brother Ning's final battle, we fought against the genius disciples of the Wind God's Pavilion.”
”His opponent possesses the Divine Wind Sword and the Divine Wind Movement Technique. His cultivation has also reached a terrifying late stage Martial Master. Although Junior Brother Ning is only at the middle stage of the Martial Master, in that battle, the one who won was Junior Brother Ning.”
Lee Fengxue and the others listened silently, but deep in their hearts, waves were raging and raging.
Wind God Pavilion, that was an old brand Nine-star Sect!
In the Pan'gu Continent, the Aeolus Pavilion was one of the few powerful sects. However, in the Aeolus Pavilion, experts were as common as clouds, and there were countless Martial Emperors and Martial Emperors. Every generation of pavilion masters, were all Martial Saint s with unparalleled might and might.
And the owner of the Divine Wind Sword, was also the personal disciple of the Wind God's Pavilion Master.
Ning Taiheng had actually defeated the person who had the Divine Wind Sword, Wind God's Pavilion disciple!
However, they naturally knew that the Netherworld Sect back then was an extremely powerful sect in itself. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to obtain eight spots to participate.
As for Ning Taiheng, in their era, he could also be considered a monster. When it came down to it, only the Master at that time could slightly suppress him.
The elder continued: ”Although Ning Taiheng has a mischievous temperament, like a child, his talent is one of a kind in our generation. Even senior brother couldn't compare to him back then, but since senior brother had inherited the Purple Cloud Sword and entered the sect a few years ago, he was able to suppress him.”
”If Junior Brother Ning is at a normal place, he would be abnormally lively, has a sexual nature, loves to play, and doesn't seem to be engaged in any proper business. But if we truly start killing, his insolence, his calmness, makes one's hair stand on end; his sword is unrecoverable, his attacks unstoppable; if we don't kill him directly, then there will be endless and unending slaughter!”
As a result, everyone turned their eyes back to the Longhu Arena. At the moment, Lin Yue's expression was calm, without any fluctuations, and he only continued to swing his sword, using his blade aura to shatter it.
He had already spat out blood from the shock, but his face still didn't show the slightest signs of shrinking back. His heart was cold, and that coldness was absolute silence. Nothing could move him at all.
”The current Lin Yue, has already been immersed in the sword intent. This is very similar to the Junior Brother Ning back then. Ning Taiheng is a genius, and he is also …”