Chapter 343 It's Over!

? Yang Zhen's speed is really too fast!

As soon as Ning Wuque's long sword was condensed, Yang Zhen's feet had already been lifted up. The ground under his feet was cracked inch by inch, and his body was like lightning, and he came directly in front of Ning Wuque.

Everyone was taken aback, startled by Yang Zhen's sudden kick.

No one expected that Yang Zhen could be so fast.

Ning Wuque didn't even expect that Yang Zhen would be so straightforward when facing him, a strong man who was about to break through the tribulation stage, to kick him instead of retreating.

Seeing that a big foot is getting bigger and bigger, kicking towards the face, the most important thing is, the gutter oil and vegetable leaves stepped on the bottom of Yang Zhen's feet, it looks extremely disgusting .

Ning Wuque sneered again and again. Although this speed was fast, it was wishful thinking to just kick him in the face like this!

In an instant, Ning Wuque thought of countless ways to deal with it, and the easiest and quickest one was to pass sideways, and then control the long sword with the inscription of talent in midair to kill Yang Zhen with a sword from behind.

As the big feet got bigger and bigger, the sneering smile on Ning Wuque's face became bigger and bigger.

Everything seems to be in slow motion, which is not abrupt in the eyes of the strong.

The mouths and eyes of the surrounding crowd are also getting bigger and bigger. Seeing that the slab of Yang Zhen's big foot is about to be printed on Ning Wuque's face, because the speed is too fast, a drop of gutter oil under the sole of Yang Zhen's foot is thrown out. Draw an arc and fall towards the ground.

hide!

Ning Wuque hid!

Everyone's eyes began to gather, and they all saw that Ning Wuque was about to make a nearly perfect sideways movement, and even fanned the feather fan in his hand to match his perfect posture.

Flawless!

Everyone's breathing stopped, just for a moment.

Ning Wuque suddenly shuddered, and the smile on his face stopped abruptly, replaced by horror and disbelief.

boom--!

A dull sound came, and Yang Zhen's big foot landed on Ning Wuque's face, impartial and symmetrical.

boom!

Ning Wuque raised his head and flew backwards. He was already in a daze in mid-air, his face full of astonishment. A piece of rotten vegetable leaf like golden jade cabbage was kicked into Ning Wuque's mouth forcefully by Yang Zhen, and Ning Wuque, who flew back backwards, subconsciously closed his mouth tightly, but pulled the vegetable leaf off.

Ning Wuque, who was flying back, performed an extremely beautiful backflip in the air, landed perfectly, fell back a few steps, and stood firm.

Spitting out the dirty vegetable leaves in his mouth with a puff, Ning Wuque looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, a big shoe print of oil-water mixture was clearly visible on his face.

It was only then that everyone remembered that Yang Zhen was not only a monk in the training period, but also a cook in the dining room of the Lingxue Palace.

But precisely because of this, everyone was even more astonished and shocked.

Such a cultivation base that has no sense of existence in the crowd actually kicked Ning Wuque away with one kick, and even put a vegetable leaf on his foot into Ning Wuque's mouth.

This... is simply unbelievable!

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in amazement, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Only a very few people could see clearly that it wasn't that Ning Wuque couldn't dodge, but that his expression changed drastically the moment he was dodging, as if he was bound by something, just a pause, and he had already been kicked .

After kicking, Yang Zhen looked at the footprints on Ning Wuque's face, was taken aback for a moment, raised his foot to look at the soles of his feet, frowned, rubbed the soles of his feet on the ground, and said with a grin, "Sorry, come on. I accidentally stepped on the swill basin when I was doing it, and it’s still not dry..."

Swill basin!

Hearing this, everyone felt like retching.

Ning Wuque's complexion changed wildly, and there was a wave of anger and murderous intent in the indeterminate blue and red.

Seeing that Ning Wuque was angry, Yang Zhen showed a trace of embarrassment on his face: "Don't be angry, it's not worth it if you get angry, why don't you wait for me, and I'll change a pair of shoes and continue playing?"

puff!

Everyone burst out laughing.

Damn, can you lose a little more?

Halfway through the fight, you still have to change your shoes. You are really thinking about Mr. Ning.

Ning Wuqian jumped like thunder, let out a roar, and changed the spells of his hands again and again. Suddenly, the situation changed, and the violent fluctuations of his soul covered the sky and the sun. During the violent shocks, strands of raging real energy condensed into a handle in midair and radiated. With a murderous long sword.

"Yang Dingtian, you should feel lucky, you are the first person to die under my Qinglian Sword Art!"

...

"What? Ning Wuque actually comprehended the Qinglian Sword Art of Beiguyuan?"

"No, everyone, run away, it is said that this Qinglian sword art is so powerful that it can destroy the world."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the name Qinglian Sword Art, and they all backed away.

Even Palace Mistress Liu and the old Palace Mistress looked at each other with a dignified look, and as he waved his hand casually, a curtain of light composed of talent inscriptions enveloped Yang Zhen and Ning Wuque so as not to hurt others.

In mid-air, the violent soul power attached to the Qinglian Sword Art, making it difficult to tell which long sword is real and which is fake.

Perhaps, every long sword exuding terrifying killing intent is real.

In mid-air, the violent air waves suddenly condensed into a huge green lotus. Under the green lotus, countless long swords emerged, covering the sky and covering the ground, making everyone's scalps go numb.

With such a powerful sword art, no matter how fast Yang Zhen is, how many can he dodge?

All of a sudden, everyone turned their attention to Yang Zhen, who had burning eyes.

Wait...the eyes are burning?

Seeing Yang Zhen's expression, everyone was stunned. Could it be that Yang Zhen, a bitch, is not thinking about how to deal with it, but is thinking that this Qinglian sword art is very hanging?

Just when everyone was in doubt, Yang Zhen suddenly let out a strange cry, pointed at Ning Wuque and said with a happy face: "Oh, this is good, this is good, I didn't expect the soul power to play like this, I will try it too!"

A group of people around looked at each other in blank dismay, and the corners of most of their mouths began to twitch.

What do you want to try too?

The Qinglian Sword Art is the secret of Beijuyuan. It is powerful and unpredictable. Even among the disciples of Beiguyuan, not everyone can comprehend it. If you say try it, just try it?

who do you think You Are?

Ning Wuque was also taken aback, and laughed loudly, pointing at Yang Zhen with the feather fan in his hand, the shoe prints on his face were deformed from laughing:

"It's ridiculous. The Qinglian Sword Art is a kind of use of the power of the soul. Its complexity is even praised by fathers, masters, and old people, and it is extremely difficult to comprehend. What are you... What are you doing?"

Before Ning Wuque finished speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Yang Zhen blankly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up straight with a serious face, and the various gestures of his hands changed again and again, opening and closing, making people dazzled, and he didn't know what he was doing.

The most outrageous thing is that he still made the sound of '咻咻咻', as if he was dubbing himself.

These gestures looked extremely mysterious, but they didn't have any real energy fluctuations, as if they were just putting on airs.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, is this Yang Zhen here to be funny?

At this time, Yang Zhen suddenly laughed, heartily squeezed a weird gesture, and said excitedly: "It's done!"

The next moment, Yang Zhen's whole body was in a wave of turbulence, and a burst of spiritual power burst out, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth in the blink of an eye, and even the Qinglian Sword Art was forced to retreat.

Under the sound of terrifying air waves rolling, Yang Zhen's strange voice came.

"Multiple shadow clone technique: how much...how much money does the card give Benxinuo!"

boom--!

The sky and the earth roared, and behind Yang Zhen, countless Yang Zhen appeared.

Lifelike, with playful smiles all over their faces.

"Beat him!" Yang Zhen, who was at the front, stretched out his hand.

Countless Yang Zhens made deafening voices together, and a wave of white clouds burst out from under their feet, rushing towards Ning Wuque.

"beat him"

Countless voices sounded.

Ning Wuque was so frightened that he almost turned his head and ran away.