Chapter 909: The soul of Ziyang Swordsman (1/2)
The ninth and ninety-ninth chapter of the spirit of the Ziyang Sword Emperor
”How can it be……”
In the eyes of Hongmeng Zun, there was a fascinating color. He knew that Ningqi was very strong. However, the other party was really strong enough to join forces to defeat their nine peaks.
Even if it is a star fight, you can't do this!
At the beginning, he remembered that Ning Qi’s cultivation at that time was not even a fight. In his own eyes, he was as small as an ant!
The other eight kings were also secretly shocked in their hearts. At the same time, they began to quietly heal their wounds. They looked at Ningqi and saw that he had no more movements, and their hearts were relieved.
In the hell, for a moment, the silent needle can be heard, even the gas does not dare to pant.
”Your master, is it almost time to come?”
Ning Qi smiled and looked to the horizon: ”Tell Cao Cao Cao Cao.”
Who is Cao Cao?
A little doubt in the heart of the doodle, is it a strong person in the land of Dong Xuan?
The three rays of light came in front of the sky and fell directly to the people around Hongmeng.
One of them is the master of Hongmeng Zun, Mosheng, and the other two are also disciples of the Ziyang Sword Emperor.
However, in the eyes of Ning Qi, the cultivation of these three people is even weaker than the ordinary Son of the Holy Land of the Qing Dynasty. In their own eyes, it is no different from the ants.
”Who is you? Why hurt my disciple?”
Something that Mo Sheng looked at with a taboo was sitting on the golden throne, and Ning Qi, who was leaning on Erlang's leg, was screaming.
At the same time, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the voice of Hongmeng Zun, and informed the origin of Ningqi that the face of Mosheng was even more gloomy.
”Who am I almost knowing? Don't talk nonsense, you are not my opponent, go call Xu Zhen, only him, I can barely stand up and play with him.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”hiss……”
Everyone sucked a cold breath.
This guy is not afraid of even the ink saint?
”Manic boy.”
The singer of the sacred sacred side of Mo Sheng seemed to want to shoot, and the result was stopped by Mo Sheng.
”Mr. Brother, you won't be caught by him?”
The name of the mouth of the sacred mouth evoked a trace of disdain.
Another fighter has seen it, no snoring, he always feels that Ning Qi is a little weird, especially the throne under the butt, which makes him feel guilty.
Not to mention him, even if Xu Zhen sees the spirit of Wang Pin, he has to feel guilty. This is the crushing of the soul, and has nothing to do with cultivation!
”He called the full name of the teacher, and obviously relied on it. If we arbitrarily shot, I am afraid there will be an accident. I have already communicated to the teacher. The old man will be able to come soon, and then I will care about it!”
Mo Shengsheng said.
”it is good!”
The name of the fight, sneer and nodded, his eyes glanced at Ning Qi with impunity, and deliberately stayed in the neck and heart.
But when he found out that Ning Qi was not afraid, but instead looked at himself like a smile, the fight was a cold voice: ”I hope that when my teacher comes, you can continue to sit.”
Under the help of Mo Sheng, the nine people of Hongmeng have improved their injuries. At the very least, they can stand up. At this moment, they are standing behind the Moss three, and they don’t know what they are thinking.
As for the butcher, he did not escape, but he took the opportunity to hide behind the people such as Hongmeng Zun, which would make him feel safer.
Before the Ziyang Sword Emperor came, Ning Qi’s soul had penetrated into the earth and searched around. After remembering several mines that might appear in the middle of the refining stone, a familiar figure broke through and fell. Mo Sheng side.
The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, but at the corner of his mouth, there seems to be a scar, a bit like a sword wound. In addition, his hair is black and supple, his height is higher than that of ordinary people, wearing a hit. The purple robes with gold inset, hung a scabbard around his waist, and it was empty.
”Master!”
”Zhuzu!”
”Ziyang Jiandi!”