Chen Ning stood with his hands behind his back.

It was not until Feng Dianshan's sword approached that he finally raised his left hand, shook his hands into a fist, and punched him out.

Fist against sword tip.

The owners of the Sky City Courtyard and the Sky City Guards couldn't help but show disbelief.

Even Jiang Pinghai, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but frown slightly.

These mysterious people wearing masks can be seen from the style of the mask, and they are seen from China.

But when did China have such a powerful master who easily defeated the four angels and dared to use his fists to force Feng Dianshan's sword?

Jiang Pinghai squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Ning.

He concluded that if this mysterious man wearing a green dragon mask was not a madman, he would definitely be unimaginably strong.

Moreover, he thinks that the latter is mostly the case.

It turns out that his judgment is not wrong.

I saw Chen Ning's fist colliding with Feng Dianshan's sword.

boom!

A thunder sounded flat on the ground.

Where the fists and swords collided, a strong air current spreading towards the surroundings like a storm of waves.

Dian Chu, Hong Qi and Chen Ke were shocked by the airflow and practiced and retreated.

Those guards in the sky were even more stumbled by the airflow.

Everyone was shocked.

With Feng Zhishan's strength, this sharp sword did not pierce Chen Ning's fist.

On the contrary, Feng Dianshan's long sword was buzzing and trembling by Chen Ning's fist.

If the sword also has life, then the vibration and chirping of the sword now is definitely it is wailing in pain.

Feng Dianshan was also shocked by the powerful force transmitted from the long sword and took several steps in a row.

He looked at Chen Ning with an ugly expression.

Once a master takes action, he will know if there is any.

Chen Ning's punch made him realize that Chen Ning's strength would only be above him and not below him.

My companion Jiang Pinghai also saw this.

Jiang Pinghai pulled out a sword called Pinghai with his backhand, and flashed, and appeared next to Feng Dianshan. He said in a deep voice: "Old Feng, the enemy is rampant, I will fight side by side with you."

Feng Dianshan just boasted that he wanted to send Chen Ning to hell.

But unexpectedly, after just a fight with Chen Ning, I couldn't resist asking for help from my companions, and my face was a little uneasy.

but.

He also knew that if he did not join forces with his companions, he would basically have no chance of winning.

So even though he was a little shameless, he could only say with a shameless face: "Okay, Brother Jiang, let's kill this beast together."

Dian Chu and Hong Qi saw the Yin-Yang envoy to join forces to siege Chen Ning.

Both of them were angry.

Dian Chu said angrily: "Will there be no companions if we bully us?"

Hong Qi's voice was hoarse and he said with a little slight speech: "Master, I'll help you."

Chen Ning said lightly: "No need."

"It's easy to deal with two dog legs, so why do you need help?"

Feng Dianshan and Jiang Pinghai heard Chen Ning claiming that they were bad-legged, no matter how good they had, they couldn't help getting angry at this time.

Jiang Pinghai shouted: "Madman."

"You have just tried Lao Feng's mountain moving sword, and now you can also try my Pinghai sword. Can you block my sword?"

After saying that.

He raised his long sword and rushed towards Chen Ning.

His speed was as fast as the wind, lightning, and ghosts.

Before the man could get close, he raised his sword in his hand.

As his sword was raised, the sword momentum suddenly became, and a sound like a tide of sea waves sounded in the air.

Jiang Pinghai's sword was like a storm of tide, majestic.

It seemed that he swept towards Chen Ning with thousands of huge waves.

Chen Ning frowned slightly when he saw this move.

"I have seen my teacher use this trick, and it seems to be called Lang Qianzhong."

“How did you learn it?”

Jiang Pinghai's sword was as powerful as the Qiantang River tide, and with a breath of destruction, he slashed towards Chen Ning.

"Go to hell with your questions and ask the King of Hell."

Jiang Pinghai's sword was too frightening.

In everyone's eyes, facing Chen Ning, who was carrying Jiang Pinghai with a sword with a thousand layers of huge waves, was like a child standing in front of a natural disaster.

It seems like it only takes half a second.

Jiang Pinghai's sword tide could crush Chen Ning to pieces.

Chen Ning snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped him.

The moment Chen Ning took action, his aura changed drastically.

In everyone's eyes, his back became very majestic.

His palm, like the first sunlight of the sun, instantly penetrated the night and made the darkness disappear without a trace.

It was like the Tathagata Buddha stretched out his hand, allowing the fancy Monkey King to instantly reveal his true colors.

Chen Ning slapped out with a palm, and Jiang Pinghai's sword tide was instantly broken.

Chen Ning's palm slapped Jiang Pinghai's sword.

Buzz!

The long sword cried out in a tragic manner, and the sword body was completely arced, and then it was straightened again.

It’s a pity that this long sword is a magic weapon created by hard work. If it were an ordinary sword, it would have been shattered by Chen Ning with a palm.

even so!

Jiang Pinghai was still shocked and slid backwards for seven or eight meters, and his feet plowed out two deep traces on the extremely hard ground.

He finally stood firm, his internal organs in his chest were rolling, and his throat became sweet, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, almost vomiting blood on the spot.
Chapter completed!