Chapter 817: Fierce Thousand Cities

Xiang Long kept attacking Ning Qiancheng, but Ning Qiancheng was like a loach, leaving Xiang Long helpless.

After struggling for a while, the pent-up anger in Xiang Long's heart finally made his injuries worse.

His face was ashen, and although he tried his best to suppress the surging energy and blood in his body, his Adam's apple still inevitably turned up and down.

Ning Qiancheng naturally saw all this. However, he didn't have any pride. Instead, he smiled and said leisurely: "I advise you to consider my suggestion."

"you!"

Xiang Long's expression froze, and in anger, the blood that had been suppressed for a long time finally spurted out uncontrollably.

"I said, I won't fight you until you recover from your injuries!"

Ning Qiancheng stood proudly on the ring, his empty sleeves constantly swinging. He was clearly at a disadvantage, but at this moment he was like a giant standing in front of Xiang Long. Their roles seemed to have been completely subverted inadvertently.

"Okay! Give me a quarter of an hour!"

Although Xiang Long was reluctant to admit it, he had to admit that his current state was indeed no longer suitable for fighting: "In a quarter of an hour, I want you to know that the gap in strength between you and me is as high as in the sky. The underground is insurmountable!”

Ning Qiancheng nodded lightly, as if he didn't take Xiang Long's words seriously at all.

"I'm warning you! If you dare to attack me while I'm recovering, don't blame me for being rude!"

Although Ning Qiancheng promised to let Xiang Long heal his injuries, Xiang Long was still worried, fearing that this was a trick used by Ning Qiancheng.

Ning Qiancheng's lips curved into a teasing arc, and he said, "Ning has always acted openly and aboveboard. I'm afraid only you can think of such villainous behavior."

Xiang Long was so angry that he knew he didn't have the energy to chat with Ning Qiancheng here. However, he did not take it lightly. Instead, he turned to look at the middle-aged man in the audience and said, "Master Chen, I hope you will bear witness to Xiang. If this person sneaks up on Xiang while he is healing, I hope Chen Sir, you can handle it impartially!"

When Mr. Chen heard this, he couldn't help but have a look of disdain in his eyes, and said: "A warrior of the first level of Dao Fei Realm is actually afraid of a sneak attack by a person of Dao Ji Realm? Don't forget, where are you now? Here! There is only winning or losing, there is no such thing as despicable means!"

Xiang Long's eyes froze, but he understood that he had done such a stupid thing inadvertently.

At that moment, he glanced at Ning Qiancheng angrily. The gloomy look in his eyes was like a poisonous snake.

He sat down cross-legged anxiously, took out a healing elixir from the storage ring, swallowed it quickly, and immediately started refining it.

…

After a while, Xiang Long finally opened his eyes. His gloomy eyes flashed with a cold light, like a sharp sword that was about to penetrate Ning Qiancheng.

He stood up slowly. Although his face was still pale, the aura on his body had completely recovered.

"Ning Qiancheng, your death has come! I really didn't expect that you didn't take action on such a good opportunity just now? Now, I want to see how much you can do!"

Xiang Long held the sword again, but his whole aura changed inexplicably. Like a sleeping jackal, after waking up, he slowly opened his scarlet eyes.

"Go to hell!"

Xiang Long held a big knife in his hand and cut through the air. With a harsh sound, the sharp knife struck Ning Qiancheng directly.

Ning Qiancheng gradually became serious, and his pupils gradually dilated when he saw Xiang Long's voice. Suddenly, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

bite!

The swords met in the air, sparks shot out, and a powerful aura suddenly exploded, blowing Ning Qiancheng and Xiang Long away.

Although Ning Qiancheng's strength is low, every step he takes is extremely practical. Although the concentration of spiritual power is not as good as that of Xiang Long, the intensity is not bad at all!

In their first confrontation, Ning Qiancheng's combat prowess was not inferior to that of Xiang Long.

Ning Qiancheng forcibly suppressed the blood flowing in his body, and his eyes gradually became more ferocious!

Looking at each other, Xiang Long and Ning Qiancheng's eyes collided in the air. At this moment, Xiang Long felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and a trace of panic flashed through his heart.

Although, this panic only passed by for a moment. But he was still caught by Ning Qiancheng. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and this time he actually took the initiative.

The long sword danced wildly in the air, and icy sword flowers bloomed in the air, releasing a cold and dangerous atmosphere.

"You're really looking for death!"

Xiang Long quickly came to his senses and saw that Ning Qiancheng actually rushed towards him. A feeling of humiliation of being slighted came to my mind involuntarily.

Immediately his face turned cold, and Xiang Long raised his sword again to kill Xiang Ning Qiancheng!

For a time, on the arena, spiritual powers were intertwined and flying, like meteors colliding with each other. Every time they fought, an extremely strong momentum would erupt.

Ning Qiancheng gradually had many wounds on his body, but he did not retreat at all. On the contrary, he became more courageous as he fought, and the wounds on his body inspired an extremely strong desire to win in his heart.

On the other hand, Xiang Long is a master of the first level of Tao Fei Realm. No matter in terms of strength or physical condition, he is obviously stronger than Ning Qiancheng.

It's a pity that he couldn't attack for a long time, and even ended in a draw every time. This impatient man who was already full of anger finally gradually lost his calmness in his mind.

After a while, his attack began to become chaotic. Although he could still injure Ning Qiancheng with more powerful force, he could no longer pose any fatal threat to the opponent.

Qin Yi's eyes never left the ring. Seeing this scene, he raised an excited arc at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that there is no suspense in this battle."

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Qiancheng's shoulder was cut by Xiang Long's sword again, and blood flowed out, staining his white robe and the ring under his feet red.

But Ning Qiancheng seemed to have turned into a monster without pain. The wound of this knife was not deep, but he seemed to be unaware of it.

Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in his scarlet eyes, and then he used the flesh and blood of his shoulder to absorb Xiang Long's sword on his shoulder.

The long sword quickly cut through the air, carrying a strong murderous aura, like a silver lightning, rushing straight to Long's neck.

Swish!

The long sword cut through the flesh, making a dull sound. The tip of Ning Qiancheng's long sword was placed on Xiang Long's neck. Blood flowed through the skin and down the neck, staining a large area of ​​Xiang Long's clothes on his chest red.

This was the first injury Xiang Long had suffered since the battle. Compared with the wounds all over Ning Qiancheng's body, it was insignificant.

However, it was this sword wound that completely broke Xiang Long's psychological defenses!