In the long box that Zhao Zhongping carried on his back was a famous Zhao family talisman - Long Dao Qianjun.

It is one of the best talisman weapons of the Zhao family, with infinite power. A hundred years ago, the imperial army conquered Mobei. The ancestor of the Zhao family, armed with a huge weapon, personally beheaded King Zuoxian of the Northern Hu Dynasty, which shocked the three armies.

This time Zhao Ning led the baggage team to Yanmen Pass in order to hand over the sword to his father who was stationed there. Not long ago, his father finally mastered the "Qianjun Jue" to a great level and gained the ability to use this sword.

"Master, what's the use of Qianjun? Although Qianjun is a rare weapon, in order to control it, you need to practice the matching technique 'Qianjun Jue' first..." Zhao Zhongping didn't know what Zhao Ning wanted to do.

"Qian Jun Jue" is obscure and difficult to cultivate. Without ten or twenty years of hard work, there is no hope of achieving anything.

Zhao Ning's cultivation aptitude is outstanding, unparalleled among the younger generations of the Zhao family, and he is known as a once-in-a-century genius. But after all, he is too young. He is only at the ninth level of the body training realm and has not yet begun to practice "Qian Jun Jue"

》,How can you command Qianjun?

"Why bother talking, just leave it to me!"

Zhao Ning slapped Zhao Zhongping on the back, pressed the button of the rune array, opened the knife box, and took out a long and narrow sword that was completely black and three feet and two inches long. Without saying a word, he looked at Zhao Zhongping in astonishment.

In the middle, he drew his sword out of its sheath and ran forward.

The reason why Zhao Ning waited until this moment to take action was to let all the attackers rush from the hillside to the official road to join the battlefield, so that there was no one around the leader of the attackers standing on the slope.

He knew very well that the opponent's cultivation had reached the Qi Control realm. Even if he was only in the early stage of the Qi Control Realm, if there were people around him to help him, even if he had a huge weapon in his hand, he would not be able to be sure to cut off the opponent's head.

Taking the Thousand Jun, the familiar feeling penetrated into the bone marrow along the palm of his hand, and Zhao Ning became more determined. He had already mastered the "Qianjun Jue" in his previous life, and later fought with this sword for many years, killing countless Beihu practitioners, and each other

Familiar as an old friend.

Holding the Qianjun in his right hand, he drew out the sword in his left hand. At this moment, Zhao Ning's eyebrows were downcast and his murderous intention was awe-inspiring.

Zhao Ning rushed out in front of him, and Zhao Zhongping's expression changed drastically. He wanted to hold the opponent back, but he was a step too slow and shouted out loud: "Young Master, no!"

On the one hand, Zhao Zhongping did not think that Zhao Ning could command Qianjun; on the other hand, there was a large group of attackers outside the circular formation, which was completely surrounded. Zhao Ning had no obvious advantage in cultivation, so how could he kill them?

What is the difference between acting like this and committing suicide?

"Quick! Save the young master..."

Zhao Zhongping didn't waste any time, and was the first to move forward, trying to pull Zhao Ning back. However, he had just knocked down an attacker in front of him, and when he looked at Zhao Ning's back, he couldn't help but look startled, and immediately there was a look in his eyes.

It was full of shock, doubt and confusion.

In just three steps, Zhao Ning came face to face with an attacker. Judging from the auras of the two, there was not much difference in their cultivation levels, so there should have been a fierce fight. However, when the attacker raised his knife, Zhao Ning's running figure suddenly blurred.

, the whole person turned into three afterimages, elusive, like the moon in the flowers and water in the mirror!

What's even more weird is that the moment before the attacker slashed down with his long sword, blood suddenly spurted out from his neck, scattering a lot of the rain curtain, but the afterimage of Zhao Ning in front of him collapsed like bubbles in an instant.

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In Zhao Zhongping's eyes, Zhao Ning had already arrived behind the attacker, and the sword in his hand cut through a row of raindrops, and was already heading towards the neck of the other attacker!

Zhao Ning, who was only in the body-forging realm, was like a ghost and was as fast as lightning. He rushed through the crowd of attackers in a zigzag pattern. His speed was too fast to predict. In just a few breaths, he rushed out of the crowd!

At this moment, the four attackers he had killed along the way fell to the muddy rainy ground one after another, clutching their necks with blood spurting out.

"Is this the 'Jingshui Step'?!" Zhao Zhongping couldn't help but tremble his hands, his heart surged for a moment, and he couldn't say anything more.

"Jingshui Step" is Zhao's secret skill. When it is performed, the movement is erratic, and its speed is as fast as the wind. When it is practiced to a great extent, the speed is faster than lightning, which is almost like teleportation!

In the Zhao family, "Jingshui Steps" has always been practiced only by direct descendants and clan members with outstanding talents. The Zhao family was able to become the first general in the dynasty, and "Jingshui Steps" contributed a lot.

However, "Jingshui Step" is also notoriously difficult to master. The difficulty of cultivation is only slightly higher than that of "Qianjun Jue". It requires very high levels of understanding. Even a practitioner with extraordinary talent cannot achieve success without more than ten years of hard work.

Achievements!

The minimum requirement for practicing "Jingshui Step" is to reach the ninth level of the body training realm. Zhao Zhongping remembers clearly that it has only been more than a year since Zhao Ning reached this level, but now he has mastered "Jingshui Step" to perfection. How is this possible?

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He glanced at the back of the young man rushing towards the slope, and barely suppressed the shock in his heart. While fighting the attacker in front of him, he paid close attention to Zhao Ning's safety.

Zhao Ning fought his way out of the official road, faced the leader of the attackers with fluttering hair, and ran straight up the gentle slope.

His speed was so fast that the mud flying behind his heels had already risen before the first one fell. When he ran to the top of the mountain, the mud behind him connected to form a line, which was outlined in a distance of dozens of steps.

Create a perfect arc.

Seeing Zhao Ning running forward from the rain, the leader of the attackers closed his mouth that was open in surprise, pulled out the long sword on his back, regained his graceful appearance, and said calmly: "He is indeed a spiritual genius that Zhao will meet once in a hundred years."

, it is indeed extraordinary, then let me see how sexy you are..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his handsome face was turned pale by the light of the sword in front of him.

Zhao Ning abandoned his saber, jumped up in one step, held the Qianjun in both hands, and tried his best to chop it down at him!

In an instant, the blade burst out with a brilliance like the sun, which was extremely dazzling in the dark sky. The thin sword light was like a flaming tide, swallowing up the dripping rainstorm around it! The trees and weeds nearby all lost their original color, and they were blurred.

If all vitality is lost, it becomes gray and white.

The leader of the attackers who bore the brunt of the attack had his long hair straight back, his robes rustled like a whimper, and his black oil-paper umbrella cracked into countless pieces and disappeared in the air without a trace!

In the flash of lightning, he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

The knife falls.

The sword is broken.

Blood surges.

The leader of the attackers fell to his knees in the heavy rain. The three-inch long wound on his forehead was hideous and horrific, and his handsome face turned into a gourd of blood. The eyes that were about to bulge out of their sockets were full of desperate stiffness, fear and surprise. The whole thing

His human spirit is dying, he no longer has the extraordinary magnanimity that he possessed before, and he is like a soulless puppet.

Zhao Ning turned around with his sword, his eyes were like swords scanning the battlefield, his voice was like gold and stone, and he was killing fiercely: "Anyone who openly offends the Zhao family will be killed without mercy!"

The roar of thunder boomed in the sky, and the crackling lightning illuminated his tall and tall figure. With the leader of the attackers kneeling down, at this moment, Zhao Ning, standing in the heavy rain, looked like a god of death.

The attackers who looked back in shock were all stunned by this scene, with panic crawling all over their faces like earthworms.

Zhao Ning, who disabled their leader in one move, awakened the long-standing respect for Zhao in their hearts, and at this moment, it turned into a huge sea and surrounded them.

Even in the crowd of attackers, the other two Qi Control realm practitioners were trembling with fear. At this moment, they felt the raindrops hitting their bodies like sharp arrows! Zhao Ning could easily injure their leader, so naturally he could do it without any hesitation.

Work hard to kill them both.

The practitioners of the Zhao family were in ecstasy. Many of the soldiers, who had been seriously injured or felt exhausted, burst out with thunderous roars and slashed at the enemies in front of them with their swords.

Zhao Zhongping looked at Zhao Ning from a distance, as if he was seeing a stranger.

The battle broke out like a landslide and a tsunami, and ended like a heavy rain. The attackers scattered and fled, quickly disappearing into the forest. The Zhao practitioners suffered heavy casualties, and they were not pursued to the death.

Zhao Ning is still standing on the hillside.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"Young Master is mighty!"

The practitioners of the Zhao family who survived the disaster wiped the rain mixed with blood on their faces, raised their swords and shouted at Zhao Ning.

During the fiercest battle, when they saw an enemy several times their own, they thought they were doomed today. However, they did not expect that Zhao Ning, who was only at the ninth level of the body forging realm, could thunderously defeat the enemy leader of the air control realm and turn the world around in one fell swoop.

The situation! The rest of their lives after the disaster made them deeply grateful for Zhao Ning.

Zhao Ning smiled slightly and still stood on the hillside.

"Master, what do you have to say?" Zhao Zhongping waited for a moment and felt very strange when he saw Zhao Ning motionless.

Zhao Ning was still smiling.

Zhao Zhongping had a sudden thought and hurriedly ran up the hillside. When he was about to arrive, Zhao Ning almost fell down, but fortunately he caught him in time. At this time, the red light on Zhao Ning's face faded and turned pale.

Paper. He grabbed Zhao Zhongping's arm and tried to stand up straight.

"There's no need to panic, it's just that I lost strength." Zhao Ning signaled Zhao Zhongping not to make any unusual moves, "The 'Qianjun' force is indeed not something a practitioner in the forging realm can withstand. Even if it is just a full blow, I don't even have the strength to stand firm.

It’s almost gone.”

Zhao Zhongping opened his mouth to speak, but Zhao Ning seemed to be able to see through what he was thinking, and shook his head gently: "Don't make any noise. Although we have defeated the interception, we may not be really safe. Not to mention that the retreating attacker may not have left.

It's far away, and you and I don't know if there's anyone watching in the dark."

Zhao Zhongping's heart trembled. Looking at Zhao Ning's current state, he had no strength to fight anymore. If the attacker left and came back, they would still fall into a narrow escape situation again.

Who is the identity of the attacker? Who dares to attack the Zhao family in broad daylight in Daqi? What do they seek? These are all questions worth pondering and must be clarified as soon as possible.

Zhao Zhongping looked at the leader of the attackers lying on the ground.

"He's not dead. I acted in a measured way. I asked people to treat his injuries and bring him back for interrogation. I ordered everyone to clean up the battlefield quickly, bandage the wounded, and carry the dead into the carriage. When I regain some strength, I will leave immediately.

Land." Zhao Ning spoke calmly.

"Should we go to Yanmen Pass or turn back to Daizhou City?" Zhao Zhongping asked quickly. Zhao Ning was able to think carefully and calmly under such circumstances. He was impressed by Zhao Ning's calmness.

He is very familiar with Zhao Ning, has a deep understanding of Zhao Ning, and knows that Zhao Ning was not like this before.

"Go back to Daizhou City." Zhao Ning made up his mind without thinking. This place is closer to Daizhou City, and the team must now get out of the wilderness as soon as possible and reach the relatively safe city area.
Chapter completed!