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Chapter 4008 3808: Black and White Sword Sect(2/2)

After Ning Cheng left.

A sword cultivator next to Wang Yan said: "What a weird guy. He doesn't even have a sword. Isn't he also planning to participate in the competition?"

Wang Yan smiled and said: "No, he seems to be here to watch the battle."

"That's right, not everyone has the courage to stand on the sword tomb stage."

Wang Yan shook his head. After Ning Cheng left, he suddenly felt that the invisible pressure in his heart disappeared. This feeling was strange, as if it was the pressure that Ning Cheng had brought to him.

He didn't care either.

Ning Cheng wandered around the Black and White Sword Sect alone. This place was indeed a paradise for sword cultivators. Some of those holding swords gathered together to discuss their insights about swords.

Some stood aloofly aside, holding swords with their hands folded, looking coldly at the direction of the stage.

In Ning Cheng's mind, Wu Feng's voice appeared: "Zhi Zhi, Ning Cheng, if you take me to participate in this kind of competition, the Soul-Zlaying Sword will definitely be the biggest focus of the audience!"

Ning Cheng smiled and said: "It's not necessary. I'm not a full-time swordsman. What's more, if I participate, the competition will be meaningless."

Wu Feng laughed loudly and said: "That's right, these guys are all aloof and arrogant. They don't obey anyone. If you don't defeat them with swordsmanship, they will definitely not obey."

Ning Cheng said nothing, took out his jade pendant, and began to search for the way of swordsmanship.

"Sure enough, he is also in the Black and White Sword Sect."

Ning Cheng walked in the direction of Yupei.

The cold ice and snow shattered, a heat wave swept through the icy air, and a warship covered in fire appeared in the sky, with what looked like a long knife flying above the flagpole!

"The guys from the Fire Realm are here!"

Almost all the sword cultivators looked up to the sky, their eyes complex, not hostile, but more of fighting spirit.

Ning Cheng walked silently among the crowd. He saw a man standing quietly beside the huge sword tomb, looking directly at the swords buried here.

He did not look towards the stage, all eyes were focused on the sword.

He seemed to be immersed in his own world, unable to hear the noise and quarrels around him.

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to be nothingness in his eyes.

This man was wearing a gray robe that covered his entire face. He also had no sword in his hand, but his sharp sword eyebrows and starry eyes were extremely bright, and he was looking straight at the sword tomb thoughtfully.

Ning Cheng stood behind him and made no sound.

This person is Kendo.

After a few years, the way of swordsmanship has changed a lot. Even wearing a robe, you can feel the thinness of his body. From the back, he looks more like a rickety old man, making you feel no threat at all.

With his knife-like face, thin cheekbones, and thick stubble, Ning Cheng could hardly recognize him except for his sparkling eyes.

Ning Cheng did not step forward to acknowledge him, but stood quietly behind Kendo, observing his movements.

It seemed like there were only two people left in the world.

"These guys from the Sword Sect came here in a spaceship!"

A sound pierced the sky!

Ning Cheng and Kendao both raised their heads.

The black and white sword energy rushed into the sky from a main hall, which happened to be the direction of the Sword Sect warship!

On the warship, a cold snort could be heard, and immediately a flaming blade strike collided with the black and white sword energy.

The energy ripples shook everyone around so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

Only Kendo glanced at the traces of the battle with bright eyes, and then walked towards the sword tomb.

It was as if all this fighting had nothing to do with him.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Black and White, our Overbearing Sect finally made an appointment to participate in a big competition. Is this how you welcome me?"

On the fence of the Sword Sect warship, a rough man with a strong sword on his shoulders and his feet on the fence made bursts of ridicule: "I heard that many of your Sword Sect's elites suffered heavy losses today. Otherwise, we will not be allowed to compete in this year's competition."

Let’s compete among ourselves in the fire world, shall we?”

"Ba Dao, what a strong tone!" In the main hall, an old man wearing a black and white robe appeared in the sky with a long sword in his hand: "It's just a few sect members who died. This is a huge blow to our Black and White Sword Sect.

If you can't bear it, what qualifications do you have to hold a big competition?"

"This is very good, lest you say it is disgraceful when our Overbearing Sect wins!"

"Ba Dao, don't be too arrogant!"

Another Sword Sect leader flew into the sky: "Come down quickly and prepare for the upcoming competition!"

"Hahahaha, then I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders!" Ba Dao turned around and said to the control room: "Land!"

There are more and more menacing fire spaceships.

Except for the Tyrant Sword Sect, the remaining guys who appeared had similar manners and arrogant words.

The master of the Black and White Sword Sect returned to the main hall, where more than a dozen masters of the sword cultivator sect were sitting.

"Wuxie, please tell me carefully what happened!"

Hei Wuxie stood in the center and said nervously: "We took the old path, but we didn't expect that the center of the storm array would shift. If I could listen to Brother Ning, this kind of thing wouldn't happen."

The leader of the Black and White Sword Sect frowned and said, "Who is this Brother Ning?"

Hei Wuxie simply told everyone present what happened to Ning Cheng.

A female sect leader holding a rapier sneered and said, "I don't believe anyone can do it!"

"Yes! The Wind and Rain Formation itself has no rules. This guy must be up to something! Maybe the changes that occurred in the Wind and Rain Formation today were caused by him."

The masters of the Sword Sect at the scene were all holding back their anger.

Before the competition even started, many of the elites of the sects were taken away by this damn wind and rain formation.

The leader of the Black and White Sword Sect, Hei Tian also had a gloomy look on his face, because his daughter also died in the storm.

"Wuxie, go find that person and bring him here. I want to question him!"
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