On the sword-control platform, countless pairs of eyes stared at the battle platform No. 3.

A nervous expression appeared on many people's faces.

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Fellow Taoists, the sword of Deputy Gang Master Zhang Wenjiu cut out the momentum of my Saint Gang. Look at the sword energy, it has the majesty of swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. How many people in the world can block this earth-shaking sword?"

When many senior gang members around him heard this, they nodded secretly.

Even a person like Hu Qing Gang Leader has to agree with what Zhang Yi said.

Zhang Wenjiu's military power is indeed too powerful. Although he is relatively young, he undoubtedly has reached the level of the best in the Saint Ancestor City in terms of realm.

And looking at Ning Lan on the battle stage, she was already scared at this time.

Faced with such a sword, he didn't even react at all.

Another deputy gang leader of the Saint Gang followed Zhang Yi's words and said with a smile: "A mere natives dare to speak wildly in front of Deputy gang leader Zhang Wenjiu. It's not worth mercy to die!"

Buzz!

The sword energy flickered and flickered, heading straight to Ning Lan's face.

At this moment, Ning Lan, who seemed to be frightened, finally took action.

Everyone present saw that Ning Lan slowly raised his right hand.

As countless eyes were staring, his palm turned outward and gently grabbed the sword energy released by Zhang Wenjiu from the air.

With a burst of vitality.

A huge palm print emerged above the Battle Platform No. 3.

This palm print appears in two types of light, gold and green, shining with light.

With Ning Lan's subtle movements, the huge palm prints in the space also quickly grasped them.

"What is that?" someone exclaimed.

"Does the palm print formed by the condensation of vital energy? But why does it look like substance? How strong should such vital energy be?"

"The palm print seems to contain the energy fluctuations of the law."

"Everyone, Ning Lan is at least the realm of looking at the moon. This point cannot be wrong. If you have not reached the realm of looking at the moon, it is impossible to control the power of the law."

"Look, the palm print seems to be trying to capture the sword energy of Deputy Gang Leader Zhang Wenjiu. Ning Lan is really crazy!"

In the jaw-dropping gaze of everyone.

The huge palm print really held the sword energy that contained amazing power.

Just when everyone thought that the palm print would be directly bounced away or collapsed by the sword energy.

An incredible scene appeared.

Not only did the palm seal not collapse, but it also frozen the sword energy in place.

The sword energy in the palm of his hand kept trembling, as if he wanted to break free, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of the constraints.

The expression on Zhang Wenjiu's face gradually became gloomy and ferocious.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to activate the Xinggong energy, trying to control the sword energy to break through the constraints.

However, that feeling was like he was fighting against the power of heaven and earth. No matter how he activated his vitality, he could not see the hope of success.

Bang!

A crisp sound spread throughout the swordsmanship.

Even the warriors who were fighting fiercely on the battlefield stopped temporarily. Their eyes looked at the No. 3 Battle Station.

The sword energy released by Zhang Wenjiu was crushed by the huge palm prints.

After the palm print crushed the sword energy, it rubbed the remaining part with its fingers several times until the latter completely dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, an unparalleled force exploded from the palm print.

Sweeping towards Zhang Wenjiu, who was standing opposite, his mind was already blank.

The unmatched energy shook the deputy leader of the Saint Gang away. His figure flew backwards like a meteor.

He flew out of Battlefield No. 3, flew over Battlefield No. 2, and continued to fly over Battlefield No. 1.

Finally, it fell heavily to the ground, and blood from the mouth and nose gushed out.

The whole audience was silent, deadly silence.

Countless warriors seemed to have been petrified at the same time.

Even Huang Yun, the guardian of Mingtai in the air, was stunned and showed an incredible expression.

I don't know how long it took, Huang Yun turned her eyes and looked at Ning Lan who was standing there.

A huge wave was stirred up in his heart.

Looking at the young figure below, he actually felt like he was looking at the Saint Patriarch.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time.

Guan Ziyun recovered from the dazed state, raised his arms and shouted with great excitement: "Mr. Ning Lan! Mr. Ning Lan!"

Guan Ying, Guan Tianfu and others also shouted loudly.

Ning Lan turned his eyes and looked at Guan Ziyun and others, with a faint smile on his face and nodded gently.

The leader of Zhang Yi raised his hand and signaled to the people beside him to check Zhang Wenjiu's injuries.

His face was extremely ugly.

He never expected that the powerful Zhang Wenjiu would be defeated by Ning Lan. Moreover, with just one move, Zhang Wenjiu was attacked on the battlefield and was injured.

Uncontrollable thought that half a month ago, Ning Lan went to the Saint Gang and expressed that he wanted to participate in the sword contest for the Saint Gang.

He had realized that he seemed to have made a huge mistake.

The impact of this incident on the Saint Gang will be unimaginable.

Shengyue helped Hu Qing gang leader take a deep breath and said, "Why... Mr. Ning Lan didn't go to my Shengyue gang before? Otherwise, I would definitely agree to any conditions he proposed!"

This sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing Zhang Yi's heart.

Another gang leader said next to him, "Mr. Ning Lan's strength is probably no longer inferior to the older generation of powerful men of the Saint Ancestor's children."

"Yuliu Gang... is lucky!"

"This time, the Yuliu Gang will be able to enter the top three with Mr. Ning Lan's help from the sword contest. "

"Mr. Ning Lan, is he really a tribe native? What happened to those 100,000 mountains?"

There is no need to doubt Ning Lan's force anymore. Even a strong man like Zhang Wenjiu was defeated with one move.

The Blood Shadow Banner Robbers Group was destroyed by his own efforts, so naturally there was no need to have any questions.

On the sword-discussing platform, countless warriors started to talk about it again.

"You guys say, what is your mood now, the leader of the Saint Gang Zhang Yi Gang?"

"What's the mood? I must have regretted it."

"Yes! Mr. Ning Lan, he originally took the initiative to represent the Saint Gang to attend the sword contest, but his Saint Gang looked down on Mr. Ning Lan."

"It's good now. Just because Mr. Ning Lan represented the Yuliu Gang to attend the sword competition, this first place may fall into the hands of the Yuliu Gang."

"If the Yuliu Gang gets 40% of the resources in the prize pool, it will really be abolished and the salted fish will turn over."

“…”

At this time, Huang Yun bowed to Ning Lan and asked, "I wonder where the teacher will be from fellow Taoist Ning Lan?"

He suspected that Ning Lan was the personal disciple of one of his fellow brothers.

However, among his fellow brothers and sisters, it seems that the surname "Ning" was not given to the master.

Ning Lan looked at Huang Yun and bowed, "I am just an ordinary warrior, so Lord Guardian doesn't have to guess my identity."
Chapter completed!