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wrong.
Fang Zheng quickly shook his head.
He was most familiar with the Huashan Sect, but the Huashan Sect did not have martial arts that specialized in sound, and he had never heard of it before, so it could not be from the Huashan Sect.
Could it be something he obtained while traveling in Jiangning?
Fang Zheng frowned, deep in thought.
While everyone was pondering, Jiang Ning stopped the sonic attack, and the Beggars' Sect members in the arena recovered, swaying back and forth as if they were drunk. But at this moment, there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.
More than ten Beggar Clan disciples died directly from Jiang Ning's sonic attack.
The four elders breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could speak, their eyes narrowed.
Because Jiang Ning had already drawn his sword and begun to attack.
"Formation! Formation!"
One of the elders shouted loudly.
The remaining Beggars' Sect disciples all became alert and on guard, and many of them threw something out of their bags or sleeves and aimed it at Jiang Ning's face.
hiss!
A python flew straight toward Jiang Ning, its gaping maw revealing its fangs.
In addition, many other Beggars' Sect disciples also threw out poisonous snakes and pythons, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of snakes crawled on the ground.
"what!"
This scene caused some of the female disciples watching to gasp in surprise and instinctively take a few steps back.
"mean!"
Tianmen Daoist shouted angrily, directly questioning Jie Feng.
"If you intend to use the 'dog-beating formation' strategy, why resort to such despicable tactics?"
Jie Feng remained silent with a cold expression.
Hundreds of pythons and venomous snakes were seen marching towards Jiangning, a sight that made onlookers' hearts clench.
Jiang Ning remained unfazed as he watched the snakes surging in from all directions. He stomped his foot, and his inner force spread outwards from the ground, raising dust and shaking the pebbles on the ground. The snakes crawling on the ground were shaken into the air and then fell to the ground like rain. Most of the snakes were no longer moving, and only a very few twisted their bodies and then stopped moving.
"How can it be!"
The beggars from the Beggars' Sect who were besieging the area stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief, their gazes fixed on the figure in the center, as if they had seen a ghost.
Jiang Ning glanced around and his gaze settled on four people, who were none other than the four elders.
Without pausing, Jiang Ning leaped into the air and landed in front of the four men, his sword flashing and enveloping them.
The four were shocked and quickly prepared to counter the attack.
when!when!when!
In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced.
Gently, gently.
The old Taoist priest outside felt his heart clench upon seeing this scene.
puff!
After only a few rounds of fighting, one of the elders couldn't withstand the attack and took a few steps back. Jiang Ning seized the opportunity to step forward and kick him right in the center of his chest. The elder's chest caved in, and he fell to the ground a few meters away, coughing a few times before stopping.
Elder Zhao!
The death of this elder terrified the other three elders, but before they could think further, Jiang Ning attacked them again.
"Help me!"
One of the elders, unable to withstand the pressure, shouted at the others.
The other Beggars' Sect disciples then seemed to wake from a dream and rushed forward to attack.
call out!call out!call out!
Jiang Ning unleashed several sword strikes from left and right, instantly dismembering the surrounding Beggar Clan disciples, their blood splattering everywhere.
Having temporarily thwarted the surrounding attacks, Jiang Ning continued to unleash high-intensity attacks on the remaining three elders.
call out!
Jiang Ning raised his sword and swept it towards one of the elders.
The elder's hand, which was holding the weapon, was trembling. Seeing Jiang Ning's attack coming again, he had no choice but to raise his weapon to meet the attack head-on.
As the swords clashed, the Zhenwu Sword effortlessly severed the opponent's weapon, its downward momentum unabated. The elder's pupils contracted sharply the next second.
puff!
A large amount of blood gushed out; the elder had been cut in two.
Another elder died at Jiang Ning's hands, shocking everyone in the arena and the audience.
The remaining two elders looked at each other, both seeing a hint of fear in each other's eyes.
They hadn't expected their opponent to be so strong, far exceeding their understanding.
However, Jiang Ning had already looked at the two of them at this moment.
After a while.
Another elder died at Jiang Ning's hands, and more than a dozen more corpses appeared on the ground.
At this moment, the Beggars' Sect members surrounding Jiangning had fear in their eyes.
next second.
Everyone started to flee, including the elder.
Watching the people scatter and flee, Jiang Ning remained expressionless. He twisted his wrist, gripped the hilt of his sword in reverse, and plunged it into the ground. He then channeled his inner force into the Zhenwu Sword, causing it to gleam with a cold light and even emit a chilling aura around its blade.
The rubble on the ground around the True Martial Sword kept shaking. Jiang Ning moved at this moment, twisted his wrist, and a large amount of internal energy burst out from the True Martial Sword, surging into the ground and spreading in all directions.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Countless explosions spread from Jiangning, rapidly engulfing the fleeing Beggars' Sect members.
"what!!"
"what!!"
The dust and smoke from the ground explosions shrouded the battlefield in mist, making it impossible for those on the outside to see what was happening inside. All they could hear were screams of agony, which were terrifying.
After a while.
The screams stopped, and the fog that shrouded the battlefield gradually dissipated, revealing what lay beneath.
The battlefield was now a cratered mess, littered with severed limbs, fragments of organs, and blood staining the ground red, resembling a scene from hell.
Those who witnessed this scene were so shocked that they were speechless.
At this moment, the center of the battlefield was still shrouded in mist, and a rustling sound suddenly came from inside, attracting everyone's attention.
A figure rushed out from inside; it was one of the four elders.
At this moment, the elder was covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, and one of his arms was missing, making him look extremely pitiful.
After breaking through the fog, the elder saw Jie Feng in the distance and ran towards him as if he had seen a savior. However, he immediately fell to the ground, then got up and continued to run, as if something was chasing him.
However, they hadn't run far when, in a flash, someone appeared behind the elder and kicked him in the back, knocking him to the ground.
The elder turned his head and looked on in horror. He struggled to get up, but Jiang Ning stepped forward and stepped on his back, so that he could not move no matter how hard he struggled.
The elder lay on the ground, head tilted back, and stretched out his last hand toward Jie Feng in the distance, shouting with his last strength.
"Boss, save me!"
puff!
The Zhenwu Sword pierced the back of the elder's head, its bloodied tip protruding from his forehead, pinning the elder's head to the ground.
Chapter 625: I will visit again.
Jiang Ning released his foot, drew his sword expressionlessly, and the corpse on the ground twitched once before falling still.
The experts from various schools looked at each other, and the crowd remained completely silent.
Crush!
There were seventy-two Beggar Clan masters, including four elders with first-rate strength. Anyone who tried to attack any one of them would definitely not be able to break through.
But with such a lineup, they were completely overwhelmed by Jiang Ning, who killed 72 of them in one fell swoop. The scene before their eyes seemed like a fantasy, yet it was so real. The corpses all over the ground and the terrifying result shocked everyone present.
Jiang Ning flicked the blood off his sword, sheathed it, and headed towards the direction of Xie Feng and the others.
Seeing Jiang Ning approaching, the other Beggar Clan elders subconsciously took a step back.
"it is good!"
At this moment, Linghu Chong shouted and rushed over.
"Well done, junior brother!"
Seeing Linghu Chong's excited expression, Jiang Ning smiled and nodded. He then looked at Xie Feng and the others, about to speak, but Linghu Chong spoke first.
"My junior brother has already passed through your so-called formation, what else do you have to say?"
Did we get through it?
It should be "kill through", right?
Looking at the mutilated corpses lying on the battlefield, the scene was extremely shocking. The experts from all the factions were speechless, let alone Xie Feng himself.
The elders behind Jie Feng looked at Jiang Ning with surprise and admiration, their previous imposing manner completely gone.
Xie Feng himself remained silent.
"What? You don't acknowledge it? Are you going to put up a formation for my junior brother to break through? If you're still not convinced, then send someone else up. Aren't you the leader of the Beggars' Sect? Your martial arts should be the highest, so why don't you come up and have a go with my junior brother?"
Linghu Chong was relentless and arrogant, as if he himself had just been the one who had been killed.
Hearing Linghu Chong say this, Xie Feng finally spoke.
"We lost."
"Humph!"
Hearing Jie Feng say this, Linghu Chong finally stopped his mockery.
“My junior brother once broke the 108 Arhats Formation of the Southern Shaolin Temple. What is breaking your mere Dog-Beating Formation?”
"what?"
"The 108 Arhats Formation of Southern Shaolin?"
Linghu Chong's words startled all the masters from various sects.
They knew about the Arhat Formation; it was Shaolin's top-tier formation, and the 108 Arhat Formation was the highest form of the Arhat Formation, capable of unleashing its full power. They had only heard of it before, never seen it, let alone heard that anyone could break it. They never expected to hear such explosive news today.
Everyone looked at Jiang Ning with disbelief.
But at this moment, Jie Feng's face was ashen.
If they had known that Jiang Ning could break the Shaolin Temple's 108 Arhats Formation, they wouldn't have set up this Dog-Beating Formation. The seventy-odd corpses lying on the ground now are just like their faces.
"Mr. Xie accepts his defeat in the bet. Since that's the case, let's leave this matter behind. Farewell!"
Jie Feng cupped his hands in greeting and prepared to leave without lingering.
Yue Buqun remained expressionless and did not even respond.
"Wait a moment."
Just as Jie Feng was about to leave, someone suddenly called out to stop him.
Jie Feng paused, his brows furrowing involuntarily.
Because the owner of that voice was Jiang Ning.
Jie Feng turned to look at Jiang Ning without saying a word.