Chapter 7

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Ning Chen was not afraid at all. He slightly shifted his body, as if he wanted to avoid the vital points. Then, the silver spear, with a burning devil's aura, suddenly exerted force and stabbed straight into Xie Tingyun's heart with a clear target.

Xie Tingyun's eyes darkened, and he immediately gave up the attack and turned back to defend. The long sword and silver spear came into close contact in the next moment, making a sharp and clanging sound.

Ning Chen is a man who doesn't care about his life. It is almost impossible to force him to retreat by attacking.

Xie Tingyun blew a sigh of relief. The Chengfeng Sword became incredibly agile in his hand. He skillfully made a sword flower and easily deflected Ning Shen's attack.

The two figures, the inky silver and the dark gilded, clashed countless times in just a few breaths. Every time the sharp blades collided, brilliant sparks would fly, as if the fighting spirit between the two was getting stronger and stronger.

The male protagonist Long Aotian is obviously a master of swordsmanship. His control over sword energy is exquisite and every point is used just right, without any waste on things that shouldn't be wasted.

It must be said that Xie Tingyun really understood the original owner. When Ning Chen used his magic breath on his subordinates, they would be burned to ashes by the magic breath of the same origin. However, Xie Tingyun was not afraid of Ning Chen's magic breath at all. His icy spiritual power came suddenly and froze his magic breath in an instant. Then, with a strong blow, he shattered the magic breath into flying snow particles.

If Ning Chen used a spear, Xie Tingyun would switch to his natal sword Chengfeng to deal with him. However, Xie Tingyun's swordsmanship was not something that could be dealt with by someone like him who was just using a spear for the first time out of curiosity, so Ning Chen's response always seemed a bit clumsy.

Although he couldn't beat Xie Tingyun in terms of skills, Ning Chen could always use the rich magic energy of this realm to make up for the difference. Ning Chen had enough magic energy in his body, so he was not afraid of wasting it.

But Xie Tingyun was different. Perhaps it was out of habit or some other reason, but Xie Tingyun seemed to be overly calculating in his use of his spiritual power. During the fight, the spiritual power that collided with him was always blocked just enough to prevent the demonic aura from swallowing it up. He never considered using spiritual power to counterattack.

Both sides had their own strengths and weaknesses. Xie Tingyun went into battle despite being seriously injured, while Ning Shen was a novice at using guns and was not proficient in controlling his magic aura. Their performance levels were not as good as before, but they still managed to end up in a tie.

He couldn't hurt Xie Tingyun, and Xie Tingyun couldn't hurt him either. The two of them countered each other's moves and exchanged hundreds of moves in a flash, but not even a corner of each other's clothes was damaged.

Ning Shen's eyes became brighter as he fought. It was really amazing to have every move and every move predicted in advance, forcing him to rack his brains to think of other ways.

No wonder he is the rising star of the human race and the proud son of heaven. Ning Chen can now fully understand why such strength can be targeted by the Demon Lord himself.

The man in the ink-splashed silver robe had a slender and lithe figure, and whether he was raising his hands and spinning around, or leaning over and stabbing back, his movements were extremely smooth and natural, with both beauty and strength.

More importantly, Xie Tingyun's offense and defense were perfect. He was able to completely withstand all of Ning Chen's attacks, and at the same time, his sword energy was elusive, making it almost impossible to guess where he would appear next.

It is not easy for him to be an opponent who has fought against the original master for so many years.

If he were given a few hundred years to grow, it wouldn't necessarily be the demons that would have the upper hand.

Ning Chen became more and more excited as the fight went on. Although his physical strength was gradually over-consumed, he was very excited. He treated the spear in his hand as a multi-functional weapon. The stabbing attack had the greatest power but was also the most difficult, and Xie Tingyun could always dodge it easily. Therefore, Ning Chen simply didn't follow any rules. He used the spear in his hand in whatever way was convenient for him, either chopping or sweeping. Every move was fierce and brutal, and the clinking sound of weapons colliding was endless.

It was unknown how long this situation lasted. When Ning Chen was racking his brains to think about how to break through Xie Tingyun's offense and defense and take down a close attack, when Xie Tingyun was about to raise his sword to block Ning Chen's spear attack, his body suddenly shook.

The next moment, Xie Tingyun's jaw tightened and he couldn't help but tilt his head and cough up a mouthful of blood.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed.

The sharp pain in the chest gradually spread, and there was very little spiritual power left in Xie Tingyun's body. The remaining demonic energy had no obstacles and began to devour the meridians, flesh and blood in Xie Tingyun's body.

The attack that was supposed to stop Ning Chen's attack also missed. Seeing that Ning Chen's silver spear was about to pierce Xie Tingyun's chest, he had no choice but to retreat and turn around to avoid the injury to his left half of the body.

Ning Chen quickly withdrew his strength, and the silver spear was forcibly pressed down by its owner. The remaining inertia caused the silver spear to penetrate deeply into the ground, with most of the spear almost buried in the ground. It can be seen how serious the blow would cause if it landed on Xie Tingyun.

Xie Tingyun's eyes were filled with dizziness and darkness. Cold sweat dripped from his tense jaw, sank into his sweaty neck, and finally disappeared into his silver collar.

It was not until then that Ning Chen realized something was wrong.

Xie Tingyun no longer had the strength to hide the blood on his body. Blood began to soak the hem of his snow-white clothes, and even his ink-black coat showed some traces of blood.

Ning Chen frowned deeply.

Only then did he realize that Xie Tingyun was injured, and it looked like the injury was serious.

Ning Chen really didn't consider that the hero was still injured. Now I think it was from the fight between the original owner and the hero. Ning Chen had no sense of the specific passage of time in this world. When he arrived, his original body had been deliberately killed by the demon subordinates in the Demon Realm and pushed into the Bone Refining River to be destroyed.

He really didn't expect that the original owner had not been dead for long. Ning Chen was really negligent in this matter, otherwise Xie Tingyun would not have to fight against Ning Chen, who was in full health and condition, while still seriously injured.

It's really a bit bullying.

Looking at Xie Tingyun's expression again at this time, Ning Chen finally realized that the hero's expression was so cold, probably not only because others did not give him, the culprit, a good face, but also because he lost too much blood.

“…”

hiss.

Ning Chen felt guilty, which was rare for him.

Xie Tingyun didn't know what he was thinking. He had already prepared for the worst. The reason why he chose this place to spar was because Xie Tingyun knew that he was not in good condition and could not hold on for too long, so he could only hope to make up for some disadvantages by relying on the terrain.

As the two of them went back and forth, they had unknowingly approached the huge rift.

This plain is also called Wuqinggui. It is said that this is the place where the two great powers of the human and demon races fought for several days and then both perished. The crack in the middle of Wuqinggui was split by the two great powers during the battle.

It was impossible to see what was happening underneath the crack from above the ruthless ghost. Even if one probed into the spiritual consciousness, one could only feel a layer of hazy darkness.

The terrain here is extremely suitable for assassination. After all, according to legend, no one has ever been able to come out alive from the Merciless Ghost Rift.

But even if he really tricked the Demon Lord into falling into the Merciless Ghost Rift, Xie Tingyun was not sure that he could kill him completely.

But it was enough. What Xie Tingyun lacked now was time.

He had to buy time for Liuyun Sect to defend itself. The only opponent who could contend with Demon Lord Tianxiao was now seriously injured, and he must not let Demon Lord have the opportunity to attack Liuyun Sect at this time.

Ning Chen looked at the pale-faced man opposite him as he nonchalantly wiped the blood from his lips. He raised his sword and pointed it at Ning Chen: "Come again."

Ning Chen: “…”

My friend, you are in this condition now, why are you still here?

Is there still life?

Ning Chen: "Forget it, why bother fighting..."

However, before Ning Chen could finish his words, the next moment the Chengfeng Sword went straight to Ning Chen's heart.

Ning Shen frowned, leaned aside to move his sword away, raised his hand to grab Xie Tingyun's sword-holding hand, and tried to snatch the sword by force to make him stop.

Sword practitioners always keep their swords in their hands, especially their natal swords. Even their Taoist partners may not be allowed to touch them, let alone stealing other people's weapons in battle, which is an extremely dangerous thing and is likely to completely anger the opponent.

Xie Tingyun's face turned cold, and he didn't even care about his own injuries. He swung his sword back and knocked Ning Chen out.

Ning Chen felt a burning pain in his palm and was forced to let go. He discovered traces of frost spiritual power burning on his palm.

The Chengfeng Sword suddenly transformed into countless sword shadows in the air, and with a chilling murderous intent, it instantly appeared in front of Ning Chen.

The first killing formation he saw in this world was given by Xie Tingyun.

Ning Chen suddenly raised his eyes.

Behind Ning Chen was the Merciless Ghost Crack. If he retreated to avoid the sharp edge temporarily, he would end up falling into a deep abyss.

Xie Tingyun really wanted to kill him.

The demonic energy suddenly rose and lingered around Ning Chen, forming an airtight barrier. Ning Chen had no shortage of demonic energy, but he still lacked control over it. However, Ning Chen was still able to do the simple task of releasing the demonic energy.

The sword shadows transformed from spiritual power pierced into the demonic energy in front of Ning Chen. The sword energy that almost turned into substance just brushed Ning Chen's neck, causing a trace of blood to flow out.

Afterwards, all of these sword shadows, without exception, merged silently into the demonic aura surrounding Ning Chen.

But this was not what made Xie Tingyun's expression change suddenly.

The man in the dark black gilded robe had appeared behind Xie Tingyun without him noticing. He put his powerful arms in front of him and grabbed his neck with his cold and strong fingers. He tightened his grip a little as if threateningly, then exerted a little force, forcing Xie Tingyun to look up.

If you ignore the two people's cold expressions and the tense atmosphere, some people might mistake this scene for a hug and whispers between lovers.

The breath of danger and death kept approaching, and Xie Tingyun was forced to maintain such an overly intimate and overly dangerous posture. He heard a cold voice ringing in his ears: "I said no, fight, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Xie Tingyun coughed, swallowed the blood that surged into his throat due to the backlash caused by the forced use of the sword formation, and then laughed suddenly.

His expression was cold and mocking, and he said hoarsely, "Why... even after it has come to this, Lord Demon has not yet closed the net? Do you still want to take this as bait?"

Ning Chen was simply puzzled: "What is it?"

A cold sword energy silently pressed against Ning Chen's back. It was the sword energy transformed from Xie Tingyun's frost spiritual power.

Ning Chen's back froze.

Xie Tingyun snorted, "Excuse me for being blunt... If Your Majesty continues to play around, it will be a shame if he falls into the hands of his own people."

Xie Tingyun finally tore off the disguise of peace, revealing the problems between the two that could not be ignored.

After playing harmonious tricks with the Demon Lord for so long, it’s time to get the dagger.

In the final analysis, they were enemies who would never stop fighting, and Xie Tingyun didn't believe that he didn't want to kill himself.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind all around, and dense dark clouds covered the sky in an instant, and a storm was about to come.

If Ning was floating in the air at this moment, he would definitely be able to see some kind of pattern looming on the vast plain of the Merciless Ghost.

The pattern began to ignite from deep below the surface, lighting up and outlining in a certain pattern all the way, and finally cleverly formed a formation circle, trapping the two men at loggerheads.

Ning Chen also felt that it was definitely not a friendly formation, and his brows sank.

Damn, he was taken advantage of so easily and he didn't realize it until so late.

You've suffered the consequences of not understanding the formation!

The sharp sword energy pointed directly at Ning Chen's back. Xie Tingyun raised his hand and pried Ning Chen's hand from his neck. He stared at the black figure gradually emerging from the distant mountains and said coldly, "Your Majesty is so generous. In order to kill me, you are willing to use your body as bait for so long and even accompany me into the Bodhi Formation. It is such an honor."

He could have clearly killed Xie Tingyun directly, but he insisted on playing with Xie Tingyun for so long, and Xie Tingyun even had to praise him as a Bodhisattva.

Ning Chen: “…”