Slap each other
"Are you sure you can help me deal with Shen Tu Hao?"
Ning Yue frowned and said hesitantly.
The Spiritual Rune Venerable's cultivation was only at the Sixth Grade Human Supreme Realm.
As for Shentu Hao, he was a Seventh Grade Mortal Sovereign.
In addition, Shen Tu Hao was the Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion's Great Elder, so he definitely had many hidden cards in his hands. Ning Yue did not believe that the Venerable Spirit Tattoo was Shen Tu Hao's match.
"Hehe, Shen Tu Hao can't even protect himself right now, as long as I help, do you still need to worry about not being able to solve the problem of the Ning family?"
The Spiritual Tattoo Venerable smiled and said, "Moreover, it won't be long before the Da Xia Kingdom is occupied by the Blood God Palace. At that time, I can recommend you to be the ruler of the Da Xia Kingdom."
"It sounds tempting." After pondering for a while, Ning Yue changed the topic and said, "Unfortunately, I don't believe your words because you are a cultivator from the Blood God Palace."
"Courting death!"
With a low shout, the Venerable of Spiritual Tattoos stamped on the ground and rushed to Ning Yue.
The Venerable of Spiritual Tattoos was furious.
If you don't want to cooperate with me, then why are you talking so much?
What a waste of time!
The Venerable of Spiritual Runes was very smart, extremely smart.
Through his conversation with Ning Yue, he was almost certain that the Sword Of Evil behind Ning Yue was definitely not here.
Since the Sword Of Evil, that Seventh Grade Human Supreme, isn't here, what do I have to fear?
Therefore, the Venerable One immediately rushed out, and his target was Ning Yue.
The Venerable of Spiritual Tattoos wanted to tear Ning Yue into pieces and grind his bones into ashes!
Whoosh!
As soon as the Venerable of Spiritual Tattoos rushed out, Earthshaker took a step forward and stood in front of Ning Yue.
"Earthshaker, no matter what, you have to hold on for half an hour!"
Leaving those words behind, Ning Yue charged towards the nearest Fifth Grade Sovereign with the Red Demonic Sword in his hand.
Xiu!
Venerable Spiritual Tattoo had brought two Fifth Grade Supreme Martial Artists with him.
Ning Yue would deal with one, and the other would naturally be dealt with by the Dark Emperor.
After advancing to Second Grade Sovereign, the Dark Emperor's strength had undergone a qualitative leap. Although he couldn't be compared to Ning Yue, he should be able to contend against ordinary Fifth Grade Sovereigns.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Tianxuan City, in the courtyard of Snow Domain Pavilion.
On the three battlefields, six martial artists were fighting intensely.
The one who fought with Ning Yue was an old man in a gray robe. He was a late-stage fifth-grade Human Supreme.
The one fighting with the Dark Emperor was an old man in blue, a Middle Stage Fifth Grade Sovereign.
Compared to the Dark Emperor, although Ning Yue was facing a Late Stage Fifth Grade Sovereign, with the help of the Red Demon Sword, Ning Yue still had the upper hand.
"Solitaire!"
With the Red Demon Sword in hand, Ning Yue slashed out a sword wave in the air.
A huge sword wave blasted towards the grey-robed old man.
Chi chi!
Facing the huge sword wave, the grey-robed old man flicked his finger. Instantly, a cold gleam flew out and came into contact with the sword wave.
With a crisp sound, both the sword wave and the cold gleam dissipated.
Solitaire was only the sixth form of the Supreme Nine Purities Sword Art. Even if Ning Yue had cultivated it to the ultimate level, its power was still limited.
"I have to find a way to get the last few forms of the Supreme Nine Purities Sword Art."
Ning Yue secretly made up his mind. The next time he met a martial artist from the Supreme Nine Purities Temple, he would definitely find a way to force them to hand over the last few forms of the Supreme Nine Purities Sword Art.
The Supreme Nine Purities Sword Art was no less terrifying than the Netherworld Samsara Palm.
However, Ning Yue had only mastered the first six forms. Otherwise, with the Red Demon Sword, Ning Yue could easily kill a Fifth Grade Sovereign using the Supreme Nine Purities Sword Art!
"Hmph! You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're asking for death! "
Seeing that Ning Yue was slightly distracted, the grey-robed old man let out a low roar. Immediately, the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness gathered on his wrist, and he blasted out a terrifying Yuan Qi light wave.
Crack!
The Yuan Qi light wave was about the size of a fist.
Although it wasn't big, its power was abnormally terrifying.
"Not good!"
Ning Yue paid a huge price for this distraction.
Bang!
The Yuan Qi light wave arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, fiercely smashing into his chest.
With a muffled sound, Ning Yue's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Kid, your strength is only so-so."
After succeeding in his attack, the grey-robed old man did not continue his attack. Instead, he stopped on the spot and said proudly, "Among the First Grade Sovereign, you can be invincible. You can even fight against Third Grade Sovereigns, but …"
At this point, the grey-robed old man paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm a Fifth Grade Sovereign. You're not even qualified to carry my shoes!"
"Is that so?"
At this moment, not only was Ning Yue not worried, he became extremely calm.
Putting away the Red Demon Sword, Ning Yue said in an emotionless tone, "I'm a First Grade Human Supreme Martial Artist, and you're a Fifth Grade Human Supreme Martial Artist. There's a huge difference between our cultivation levels, but in terms of vitality, you're no match for me."
"The density of my Yuan Qi is not as good as yours?"
The grey-robed old man seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He first laughed wildly, then shouted coldly, "Kid, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Let's exchange a punch. If you can survive, I promise to leave your corpse intact."
"Are you sure you want to exchange punches with me?"
Ning Yue's eyes widened in surprise.
Soon, Ning Yue revealed an ecstatic expression and said, "In the past, a Peak Fourth Grade Sovereign from the Blood God Palace exchanged punches with me. I accidentally killed him. Don't think that you're a Late Fifth Grade Sovereign. You won't have the upper hand if you exchange punches with me."
"Arrogant!"
The grey-robed old man bellowed. Immediately, the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness gushed out and gathered on his right hand.
Whoosh …
As the Yuan Qi on the grey-robed old man's right hand increased, the surrounding air was compressed with his right hand as the center.
"You're giving me a chance by exchanging punches with me."
Originally, if Ning Yue wanted to kill the grey-robed old man, he would need to use many trump cards and consume a lot of energy.
The grey-robed old man agreeing to exchange punches with him was giving him a chance. "Divine Essence Pill!"
With a thought, Ning Yue quietly took out the Divine Essence Pill from his Storage Ring.
The Divine Essence Pill could restore the exhausted Yuan Qi to its peak state in a short period of time.
With the Divine Essence Pill, Ning Yue wasn't particularly afraid of exchanging punches with the grey-robed old man.
If my Yuan Qi is exhausted, I can consume the Divine Essence Pill to instantly replenish my Yuan Qi.
Ning Yue didn't believe that the grey-robed old man had such a high-grade elixir.
"Brat, die!"
The grey-robed old man stomped on the ground and his figure burst out in a flash. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived before Ning Yue.
His fist that contained terrifying Yuan Qi headed straight for Ning Yue's head.
This fist was very powerful. If Ning Yue was unfortunate enough to be hit in the head, he would have to say goodbye to his life.
Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled for life!
"Universe Palm!"
At this critical moment, Ning Yue didn't panic at all. The Yuan Qi in his body poured out and he even wrapped his Early Seventh Grade Soul Force around his wrist.
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