MTL - Control The World-Chapter 470 One enemy

The words of the Bingwangge people were so arrogant that everyone in the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion opened their eyes.

Ning Wufeng's expression moved slightly, but he did not expect that he would act provocatively when he acted so "low-key". He shook his head gently, and he had long since taken his mind off the spirit dispute between the "juniors".

However, at this time all three conscious powers fell on him.

Ning Wufeng smiled embarrassingly, scratching his head and smiling: "This kind of thing, let them play. Take it first if you want."

Now, in his eyes, being competitive and winning does not bring him anything practical. Cultivation is king.

Feng Feizhang's face turned dark, at this time related to the reputation of Sword Spirit City. Why is this kid so unintentional? Yes, this guy is not from Sword Spirit City.

Xiao Yuanhai did not expect from Ning Wufeng that he could not see the competition that young people should have. Does he still look down on this level of provocation?

"Why? Couldn't that man named Ning Wufeng not dare to come out?" The little master of the Bingwang Pavilion called Xing Pokong, full of sword energy, his eyes were aggressive, and he shouted sharply.

The people behind Bingwang Pavilion also stunned.

"What is the first person in Sword Spirit City? It turned out to be timid as a mouse, haha."

"I can see that he gave our little brother a head and obediently handed down the inheritance of the old man of Tianjian. Maybe we can release you as soon as we are happy."

"Tianjian old man? It wouldn't be the name of the wave, the people of Sword Spirit City persuade them like this, and I don't think that any inheritance will go so far." Someone said disdainfully, spitting between the words.

"Yes, it's all fools."

As soon as this word came out, everyone in the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion glared at each other. The Tianjian old man was the mighty power of the Yuanying Realm and the pride of the sword spirit city. How can you be so insulted!

Feng Feizhang's face became extremely ugly. The enemy is like an old god, leaving the disciples behind to scold him.

"Hateful!" A disciple of Heihu Jiange clenched his fists, his eyes widened.

"Why would Ning Wufeng provoke such a package? Is it true that he is a profligate person?" Some people in the sword hall began to doubt Ning Wufeng.

"I think Bacheng is a horrible creature. There is nothing really good about it." Someone looked at Ning Wufeng indignantly.

"Yes, it's a liar, and spit out everything we took from our sword spirit city." Someone started to choke.

Ning Wufeng looked indifferent, but Zhao Wuqing was anxious.

"Shut up!" He stepped out, screaming, the injuries on his body hadn't healed, but he couldn't tolerate someone insulting him like this.

"Why? Is there anything wrong?" Heihu Xiaobei stepped out, staring at Ning Wufeng with an angry expression, and coldly hummed, "Ning Wufeng, when you took the old sword of Tianjian from our sword spirit city, you were not like this. ! "

"Do you want to decorate it now? Tell you, leave the three forces and get out of our Heihu Jiange!" Heihu Xiaobei said rudely.

Ning Wu glanced coldly at him, but Black Tiger Xiaobei's opinion on him was getting bigger and bigger. He is not from the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion, what is the right for Black Tiger Xiaobei to point at him?

"I was invited by your little patron to come here. What qualifications do you have to comment in front of me?" Ning Wufeng said lightly, and he hated such self-righteous and self-righteous people pointing at him.

He didn't owe the slightest bit to the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion, and what qualifications did Black Tiger Xiaobei scold him with a supreme attitude?

Black Tiger Xiaobei sank, and sternly said, "You ..."

"Alright." Xiao Yuanhai spoke lightly and stopped him.

"Yeah, it's boring." Xing Pokong squeaked his lips and hummed softly, "The first person who wants to come to this sword spirit city is Ning Wufeng, but it's just a rat generation. Lao, let's go."

Ge Lao Qiu Chen blossomed in his heart, never seen Feng Feizhang eaten so much, only to say that they were right when choosing.

"Huh, Chou Chen, if you have time to take your people to us and ask Jianshanzhuang to sit down, I'll see how strong you can be!" Feng Feizhang screamed sharply.

"Haha, let ’s have the Lord Sword of the Enemy come over to teach it." The enemy Haha laughed, turned to look at Feng Feizhang, and deliberately made a stern gesture, "Yes, you sword spirit city generation also still No one on the list, haha. "

He laughed politely.

The juniors in Bingwangge laughed unscrupulously. There was a little bit of dirty talk in the laughter.

Chiu Chen was planning to tear up the space and leave, but Zhao Wuqing stood up behind him.

"Stop!" After Zhao Wuqing couldn't stand the insulting insult of Ning Wufeng by this group of people, he could leave calmly!

The enemy did not turn, but Xing Pokong turned around, looked at Zhao Wuqing in amazement, and said with a sneer, "You guy calling? Do you want to die?"

The cold tone in the tone overflows with words.

"I want to challenge you!" Zhao Wuqing shouted in a deep voice.

"Haha, just because of your wounded waste?" Xing Pokong seemed to hear a big joke, laughed, and looked disdainful.

Zhao Wuqing didn't say anything, a tortoise was in full swing, the third realm of the gun was launched, the robes were hunting, and the momentum swept out.

Xing Pokong raised his corner of his mouth, revealing a touch of scorn, and sneered: "If you want to die, I will complete you."

When he moved, he turned into a sword and burst out of the air.

Zhao Wuqing's gun trembled, and the dragon gun roared out like a silver dragon. The surging gun rushed, and there was a faint roar from the dance.

Yinlong was pressing Xing to break his empty chest.

"It's a bit interesting." Xing Pokong sneered, the sword light behind him burst out like Changhong, and the sword light fell like rain.

Jianzhao is clean and neat and moves people to death.

Uh ...

As soon as Zhao Wuqing's gunpoint touched Xing Pokong's body, his sword was swept up by his sword, and blood and water were shot out.

He walked backwards dozens of steps.

When the spiritual power was running wildly, the previous wounds were cracked, exuding blood and blood. He yelled, and the gun made a sullen thunder, and the gunman attacked Xing Pokong wildly.

Xing Pokong's complexion changed, but Zhao Wuqing became fierce. Makes him a man who has been battling with monsters since childhood and feels terrified.

Uh ...

He stabbed into Zhao Wuqing's chest with a sword. Zhao Wuqing's gunman hit his arm.

Originally, Zhao Wuqing's strength may be even better than him, but the previous injuries have not healed, so his strength is greatly reduced.

Yan Ling's expression moved slightly, and he asked softly, "Son, do you want to shoot?"

Ning waved his hand without a wind, and said lightly, "Let him try it first, this guy is too impatient. It ’s okay to have a bit of trouble."

Some things can be ignored and let them go. There is no need to say much about its own strength, so there are some things that Ning Wufeng chooses to hide its strength.

"Hmm, I have to find so many excuses without courage." Heihu Xiaobei apparently heard Ning Wufeng's words and sneered scornfully.

Ning Wufeng glanced at him lightly and ignored him. Makes Black Tiger Xiao Bei's face even more ugly.

boom……

Zhao Wuqing and Xing Pokong had come to me in the air for hundreds of rounds. In the end, Zhao Wuqing still lost, and he flew away with a sword, his chest flesh was blurred.

"I'm sorry, Master. It makes you embarrassed." Zhao Wuqing fell to Ning Wufeng, extremely miserable.

Ning gave him a faint look at him and said, "You didn't make me lose face, you made yourself lose face. An enemy of one move can actually make you play such a miserable end."

He casually threw a Huang Pin Ling Dan to Zhao Wuqing and made him obey.

Zhao Wuqing nodded with gratitude on his face.

"A big breath." Xing Pokong heard Ning Wufeng actually said that he was only his one enemy, and his face changed suddenly and he shouted sharply.

Ning Wufeng glanced at him lightly and said softly, "Perhaps it won't be necessary."

The enemy in the air still had his hands on his backs, and the disciples in Bingwangge were so excited that they said, "Smell boy, the tone is not small. Do you think you can beat our little master by yelling?

"I look at the sword spirit city, these gangsters will only move their mouths." Disciples of Bingwangge discouraged even more. In this way, Feng Feizhang and others were included.

A group of half-step monks in Yuandanjing looked extremely ugly.

"Brother Ning, do you still have to endure?" Feng Feizhang gritted his teeth, and Ning Wufeng even felt that if he didn't do it, Feng Feizhang would do it himself.

He chuckled, and said, "I didn't expect my predecessors to be so old, and they still like to compete."

"According to my previous character, being barked by a dog will definitely not bark at the dog. But if a dog bites me, then I will give him some color. I am for him, not For you. "

Ning Wufeng pointed at Zhao Wuqing and stepped out.

"Presumptuous!" Xing Pokong roared, and Ning Wufeng actually humiliated him four or four times, letting his high heart be able to bear it, roared, Jianqi hissed and screamed and killed Xiang Ning Wufeng.

The sword is like rain, falling down, there is a sword to kill Ning Wufeng's momentum.

"Well, it's too weak." Ning Wufeng sighed, stood on the armrest, and pointed out, "You sword is far worse than Qiu Jian. I can't use you without my hands!"

What a crazy person!

Everyone in Bingwangge glared. Even the disciples of Heihu Jiange showed a curious expression. How could it be possible to abolish Xing Pokong without doing anything?

possible!

Because he is rather windless.

Dragon God roared out, the power of the five dragons tore through the sky, and went straight into Xing Pokong's mind. Xing Pokong trembled for a moment. He had already shot at Ning Wufeng's sword qi. He actually rolled back and shot at him.

"Stop!" Qiu Chen turned abruptly, his face changed greatly.

Uh ...

But when he spoke, it was too late. Numerous violent sword qis submerged into Xing Pokong's body, tearing him directly.

"Well, the enemy is not as good as it is." A soft sigh sounded, and everyone stunned.