Has Qin Ning's cultivation surpassed hers?
How could that be!
His Spirit Gate was stolen, so how can this guy still be so strong?
Hateful, damn it!
At this moment, Liu Cang had already charged towards Qin Ning.
Two figures, clashing as fast as lightning.
A large saber slashed horizontally, and everyone was surprised to see the extremely ordinary thin staff in Qin Ning's hand.
This thin staff, without any visible fluctuations, how could it compare to a spirit artifact?
Clang...
But suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, and Liu Cang's large saber was blocked by the thin staff in Qin Ning's hand.
Blocked?
This scene made everyone feel incredulous.
"Damn it!"
At this moment, Liu Cang only felt an immense force transmit directly to his arm, almost causing the large saber to slip from his hand.
It was as if he had just fought not against someone at the sixth level of the Spirit Sea Realm, but at the ninth level of the Spirit Sea Realm.
That powerful spiritual energy was too terrifying.
How could this be?
Liu Cang's expression changed, and he took a step back.
"Retreat?"
Qin Ning was not one to give up easily. He raised the thin staff in his hand and stepped forward once more.
Clang...
Another strike, directly smashing down, causing Liu Cang's expression to turn cold. But unexpectedly, the force of the staff was very weak.
However, before Liu Cang could rejoice, suddenly, a cracking sound rang out, and the large saber in his hand broke in two.
Broken!
Liu Cang was stunned for a moment.
The large saber in his hand was a mid-grade spirit artifact, named the Azure Wind Saber, and it had always been incredibly durable.
But now, it had been broken by Qin Ning's staff.
"If you want to kill me, then you must be prepared to die!"
At this moment, Qin Ning did not stop. The Dog-Beating Staff reappeared, sweeping horizontally with a single strike.
A cracking sound rang out. Liu Cang couldn't react, and the clear sound of his neck bone breaking was heard as his body fell.
Qin Ning didn't say another word and directly collected the spirit seal.
Light flashed, and the sixth-grade spirit seal, at this moment, increased by several points.
And this scene was deeply etched into the eyes of everyone present.
This brat has actually reached a sixth-grade seal!
Boom...
At this moment, on the other side, Liu Mu's figure also suddenly collapsed.
Ye Yuan Yuan held a long whip in her hand, her expression icy cold.
"So strong..."
Liu Mu's expression was slightly pale.
Why is she so overbearing?
Looking to the other side, Liu Mu was suddenly dumbfounded.
Liu Cang is dead!
Are you kidding me!
A seventh-level Spirit Sea Realm cultivator, not only did he fail to kill Qin Ning, but he was actually killed by Qin Ning.
"Liu Yuan Yuan, is it?"
Qin Ning slowly walked towards Liu Yuan Yuan, sneering, "Although I don't like killing women, I don't differentiate between men and women when it comes to those who want to kill me."
"You... don't come here!"
Liu Yuan Yuan held a long sword in her hand, trembling as she said, "My elder brother is Liu Kai Yuan, the founder of the Liu Sect, a renowned spiritual disciple of the Heavenly God Inner Courtyard. If you dare to kill me, my elder brother will surely flay your skin and chop your bones!"
"Don't talk about your elder brother. The person Qin Ning wants to kill, even the Son of Heaven cannot protect!"
As soon as Qin Ning finished speaking, his gaze seemingly inadvertently looked at Chu Ning Shi, who was standing among Xiong Zu's group.
"What arrogant words, you're just a newly admitted disciple. I, Liu Zhao, want to see how you will kill someone in front of me!"
Suddenly, a group of people appeared one after another, led by a young man with a cold expression.
"Big Brother Liu Zhao!"
Seeing the newcomer, Liu Yuan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Liu Zhao was also an inner disciple of the Liu Sect, and he was at the eighth level of the Spirit Sea Realm.
This time, Qin Ning is in trouble!
The others also hurriedly made way.
Within the Heavenly God Academy's disciple alliance, the reputation of the Liu Sect was not as strong as the Son of Heaven Faction, but no one dared to doubt the profound strength of the Liu Sect.
After all, the founder of the Liu Sect, Liu Kaiyuan, was an existence no less formidable than the Son of Heaven among the Spirit Sons.
At this moment, everyone realized that this Qin Ning had offended someone no one dared to offend!
Liu Zhao walked over step by step, looked at Qin Ning, and coldly snorted, "You are Qin Ning?"
"That's right!"
"My elder brother Liu Kaiyuan found it inconvenient to act, so I originally thought teaching you a lesson would suffice. But to kill a disciple of my Liu family, I think, today you shouldn't even dream of leaving this place!"
As soon as Liu Zhao finished speaking, his aura erupted.
Spirit Sea Realm, eighth layer, spiritual energy surged, slowly surrounding him, giving others an extremely strong sense of oppression.
It could be said that the Spirit Sea Realm changes drastically with each layer.
After all, when one more spiritual sea is condensed, the spiritual energy in the body will be several times greater.
This level of difference cannot be overcome.
Therefore, everyone was so surprised that Qin Ning could kill Liu Chang.
It's just that no one knew that when others condensed a spiritual sea, it directly spread out as one.
But Qin Ning's spiritual sea contained nine small spiritual seas, converging into one.
It could be said that each time his realm was upgraded, it was equivalent to upgrading nine times. Moreover, he was nine times stronger than martial artists of the same realm, and perhaps even more than that.
At this moment, the atmosphere became extremely tense.
Originally, everyone came to deal with the Black and White Killing Tiger, wanting to obtain the Nine Origin Jade Dew. But now it had evolved into a conflict of grievances.
"Teach me a lesson?"
Qin Ning sneered, "What arrogance! When this young master was dominating the four seas, I'm afraid you were still a tadpole!"
"Presumptuous!"
Liu Zhao completely went mad.
Qin Ning's arrogance and self-importance, in his eyes, were merely pathetic due to a lack of understanding.
Not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, believing himself invincible!
Such a person, no matter how great the threat, would not sober up.
Only by using immense power to shock them would such a person understand that there is always a higher heaven beyond the sky, and more capable people beyond people.
At this moment, Qin Ning had tucked the dog-beating staff behind him, strode forward, and the spiritual energy in his body slowly circulated.
The Hundred Forgings Steel Body Art condensed at this moment.
A faint light suddenly appeared on Qin Ning's body surface.
The light slowly spread, condensing into a dazzling, bright spiritual energy shield, protecting Qin Ning's body.
"Cultivating a Body Tempering spiritual art? Useless, under my Guangling Sword, everything is nothingness!"
Liu Zhao snorted, strode forward, filled with killing intent.
"Draw Sword to Break Mountains!"
A sword strike came, sword energy gathered, spiritual energy condensed into a sword shadow, slashing directly towards Qin Ning's body surface.
Seeing this scene, Qin Ning stepped out, his hand clenched tightly.
*Thump thump...*
In an instant, his hand struck the sword energy, sparks flying.
And then, Liu Zhao suddenly discovered that the long sword in his hand could not be pulled out.
Qin Ning, with his bare hands, had firmly grasped his long sword.
This was impossible!
Bare hands against spiritual energy?
Unless it was a Spirit Platform martial artist, whose spiritual energy was terrifyingly strong, it would be impossible.
But how could Qin Ning do this?
"Damn it!"
Liu Zhao struggled to pull his longsword back, but it was as if the sword had extended all the way to Qin Ning's hand.
"Useless!"
Qin Ning shook his head. "Your swordsmanship is terrible!"
Swish...
As his hand flipped back, Liu Zhao suddenly felt an intense pain in his palm. The longsword, following Qin Ning's flip, fell from his grasp.
Qin Ning directly grabbed the tip of the sword, clenching it with both hands. The longsword twisted like a rope.
Bare-handed, he twisted a spirit sword into a new shape?