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Ning Wufeng's expression changed slightly as he said indifferently: "It's just a clown. I've already warned him before, he was the one who brought about his own destruction."
His expression was indifferent, as if the death of Xing Zhankong was the ultimate cause of his wrath.
"You are courting death!" His enemy chided in a sinister manner.
Feng Feizhang took a step forward, blocked in front of his enemy, and laughed coldly: "What, could it be that only your Soldier King Pavilion can hurt people, and my Sword Spirit City is not allowed to kill people?"
Master Wen and Xiao Yuanhai stood up at the same time.
This was the territory of the Sword Spirit City, and there were many people on the other side. He wanted to punish Ning Wufeng, and the three in front of him would definitely not let him do as he pleased.
"Where is my son in Soldier King Pavilion?" He bellowed, and Soldier King Pavilion disciples immediately rushed forward, their eyes were wide open, their imposing manner rushing towards Ning Wufeng.
Xing Po Kong was dead, the disciples of Soldier King Pavilion were enraged, they wished that they could kill Ning Wufeng now.
"My Soldier King Pavilion Zhao Quan wishes to seek guidance." A person stepped out into the air, and landed in front of Ning Wufeng, his entire body surging with a berserk Qi, his eyes filled with anger as he closed in on Ning Wufeng.
"Are you prepared to die by killing my junior brother?"
He roared out, and without waiting for Ning Wufeng to reply, he thrusted his spear out, the spear light exploded out with a burst of dazzling light, transforming into a roaring lion, its entire body releasing flames, and started to rain down fire droplets.
The Fire Origin's True Meaning third stage Realm.
Ning Wufeng moved slightly, and with a wave of the World Extinguishing Spear, a qualitative ray of light swept out and struck the lion's body. Zhao Quan gave a stuffy groan as he tumbled along with the lion.
"Alright!" Everyone from the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion cheered loudly. Seeing the people from the Soldier King Pavilion in such a sorry state under Ning Wufeng's hands, they felt much better.
"This is the number one person in my Sword Spirit City." Someone shouted loudly, as he had completely forgotten how they had belittled Ning Wufeng.
Feng Feizhang revealed a faint smile. He could tell that with Ning Wufeng's strength, there shouldn't be anyone who could be his match in the Spirit Soul Stage.
"Chou Chen, it seems like the disciples of your Soldier King Pavilion are only mediocre. They are only a match for one man." He chuckled. His tone was full of ridicule.
The arrogant face of my enemy had also revealed a look of shame and anger, a vicious look flashed across his eyes, and he coldly snorted: "Humph, this is only just the beginning. The strength of my Soldier King Pavilion's disciples are not something your Sword Spirit City can compare to! "
Before he could finish. With a huge bang, Zhao Quan was directly sent flying by Ning Wufeng's spear. He smashed heavily onto the ground, his life or death unknown.
"What a strong defense." Someone exclaimed.
Just now, Ning Wufeng and Zhao Quan had exchanged blows, but Ning Wufeng had not suffered any injuries, while Zhao Quan had been hit by's spear. The expression on his face darkened.
Ning Wufeng shook his head and sighed. It was obvious that he was not interested in this level of competition at all.
But this sigh was extremely ear-piercing to the ears of everyone in the Soldier King Pavilion, causing them to grimace in anger.
"You dare injure my Junior Brother Zhao? You're courting death!" Another person walked out from the Soldier King Pavilion. His arms were long like a humanoid ape, and the fur on his body was extremely dense. His voice was like rolling thunder, causing many weaker people to feel their ears buzz.
Apeman?
Ning Wufeng revealed a surprised expression.
Pseudo-pill Stage cultivation level, his entire body was emitting scorching heat, he was clearly a person who specializes in training the body. He could not help but become interested.
Wasn't the Body Fake Pill the only path he had to tread?
"Originally, I was unwilling to intervene and bully the weak. But you killed my junior brother and injured him. I'll never forgive you. Just wait for me to rip you apart. " A bloodthirsty look appeared in the apeman's eyes.
The disciples of the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion, who were intimidated by his aura, all retreated a lot.
"What a fierce person." Someone said in horror.
"He can't be a descendant of the Demonic Beast, right?"
"Don't you know? The Soldier King Pavilion is located on the edge of an endless mountain. There are many powerful Demon Kings in the endless mountain who would take in a few wives. Someone guessed.
When the disciples of Soldier King Pavilion saw the Apeman taking action, their faces revealed expressions of excitement.
"Hmph, bullying the weak and bullying the weak. What's there to be proud of? " The Black Tiger Sword Pavilion disciple impolitely beat him down.
Ning Wufeng watched as the Apeman walked over step by step and put away his World Extinguishing Spear. He licked his lips and looked at the Apeman with an excited expression.
"Hmph, I am ?" Just as the Apeman was about to introduce him, he was interrupted by Ning Wufeng's attack.
"Cut the crap, I'm not interested in knowing who you are!"
Ning Wufeng punched out, his muscles and bones rumbling like thunder. The strength of his fleshly body was continuously stimulated, and wherever it went, countless cracks appeared on the ground.
"What is he doing?" Many people revealed looks of astonishment, they did not understand what Ning Wufeng was doing.
Was he going to compete with the Apeman in physical strength?
"You overestimate yourself!" The disciples of Soldier King Pavilion could not help but sneer. Competing with Brother Yuan on the physical strength was absolutely courting death!
They waited to see Ning Wufeng's miserable state, and then to ruthlessly strike at the morale of the people from Sword Spirit City.
The apeman's pupils shrank, he never thought that Ning Wufeng would actually give up on his proficiency and choose to fight. He was secretly glad but his heart was full of confidence. The muscles all over his body suddenly bulged, and his hair grew crazily. He had really transformed into the appearance of an ape.
His fingers and toes extended and grew thick nails, which emitted a faint luster. With a stomp of his legs, he shot out explosively. His speed was extremely fast, as if he had teleported.
"Die, brat!" The apeman roared.
Boom ?
He and Ning Wufeng crashed into each other in the air. Ning Wufeng's figure shook slightly, and he took a step back. The apeman also took a step back.
"Interesting." Ning Wufeng licked his lips, feeling even more excited. The bones and tendons exploded with a tremendous amount of power as they once again attacked.
However, the apeman's heart was in turmoil as he thought to himself, "How could it be like this?" Could it be that this fellow is also a descendant of the Monster King?
His ancestors were genuine Spirit Demon Kings, and after joining the Soldier King Pavilion, they used countless resources to train their physical strength. Ordinary Pseudo-pill Stage ultivator would not dare to get near him, and would undoubtedly lose if he did.
Before he fought Ning Wufeng, he was still thinking of how to get close to Ning Wufeng, but once Spirit Soul Stage cultivator got close to him, he would definitely not be able to withstand a single punch from Ning Wufeng.
But now, not only had Ning Wufeng allowed him to get close to her, he had even allowed her to bear one of his punches.
Bang
Ning Wufeng did not have the time to think so much, he struck the Apeman's face with his fist, causing his face to cave in, and his entire body rolled out, falling onto the ground.
"It's nothing more than that." Ning Wufeng curled his lips and stood at his original position, waiting for the Apeman to stand up.
Everyone from Soldier King Pavilion looked at him as if he was a ghost and exclaimed, "How is this possible? How could someone's physical strength compare to Ning Wufeng? I must be dreaming! "
"It must be fake, it must be fake."
All of the Soldier King Pavilion disciples could not believe it.
Everyone in the Black Tiger Sword Pavilion also seemed to have awoken from a dream and instantly erupted in cheers. At this moment, because of the sounds of fighting, many spectators had gathered around. There were even a few outsiders who had come over to watch.
Amongst the crowd, Hei Hukui's face was trembling slightly. He had experienced Ning Wufeng's tyrannical physical strength, he did not expect that after these few days of not seeing it, Ning Wufeng's physical strength had become even stronger.
Although Ning Wufeng did not raise his physical strength in these few days, with the increase in the level of the Soul Strength, it allowed him to control the sound of flesh even more meticulously.
The Apeman struggled to get up from the ground, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was already caved in and he couldn't speak quickly, "You ?." You dare to hurt me, you're courting death! "
Roar ?
His entire body was enveloped by blood light, and a furious roar came out from his body like that of a ferocious beast. It gave off a primordial aura. Ning Wufeng was startled, as if he could see the aura of ten thousand beasts worshipping from his body.
The imposing aura of a Demonic Lord.
Ning Wufeng's face changed, his body suddenly shot out, not waiting for the Apeman's Qi to fully form.
Bang
The two of them punched each other. The Apeman was pushed back more than ten steps. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his momentum seemed to be on the verge of dissipating.
Ning Wufeng also felt the blood in his body churning.
"What a powerful bloodline of the Demon King. I need to finish this quickly." He thought to himself, if this dragged on, the Apeman would become stronger since he had the blood of the Demonic Beast. But his physical strength would become weaker and weaker.
Its body transformed into many afterimage s.
Boom ?
A kick landed on the ape man's neck.
Bang
It was as if a volcano had erupted from the ape man's body, and his eyes glowed with a scarlet light. The momentum of the Monster King had already been formed.
"Stinky brat, prepare to die!" The apeman roared towards the sky, his eyes filled with fervor. Activating the power of the Monster King caused his strength to increase by several folds.
Soul Shaking Art!
Ning Wufeng did not give him the space to use the power of a Spirit Demon King, the gigantic Soul Strength crashed into the Apeman ruthlessly.
Puff ?
The apeman's soul was dislocated and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ning Wufeng's figure rose up, and with a sudden kick to the ape man's neck, he sent him flying out, smashing hard onto the ground, whether he was dead or alive.
"It seems like the soul-shaking spell's power increased a little." Ning Wufeng muttered to himself as he gently shook his head.
However, he had some knowledge of his own physical strength. He was still a distance away from Pseudo-pill Stage, so there was still a bit of a gap between him to deal with peak fleshly body and fake pellets.
Ning Wufeng's gaze fell on Hei Hukui and his expression changed. He suddenly understood what Ning Wufeng meant.
Hei Hukui immediately left the crowd.
At this time, the people of Soldier King Pavilion were completely silent. Even Brother Yuan, who had a fake body pill, was defeated, so who else could be a match for Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng looked at everyone with disdain, and said indifferently: How about, all of you attack together?
But, no one dared to move Soldier King Pavilion!
His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "Today, if not for the fact that the Holy Son Qiu Jian did not come, you would not have been able to be complacent!"
Ning Wufeng looked at him indifferently, and said: "You can go back and tell Qiu Jian, I'll be waiting for him."