There were Yan Ning and Ming Blade above He Ziyin, which could not be moved at all. As the golden needle was about to come to him, if he could not make any move, He Ziyin would definitely be pierced by the golden needle!

I saw him bit his lower lip hard, and blood immediately covered his tongue coating, and the smell of blood made him wake up a lot.

"Yan Ning, if you kill me, the leader will definitely kill Xing Zheng immediately!"

As soon as this was said, the golden needle in the air suddenly stopped.

He Ziyin breathed a sigh of relief, and then said coldly: "You think it through. If you kill me, Xing Zheng will definitely not live until you go to save him!"

He Ziyin knew Yan Ning's personality that values ​​affection and expected that Yan Ning would not make fun of his friend's life, so he used Zheng Zheng to threaten Yan Ning in a critical moment.

But how could he know that Yan Ning had long seen through Xing Zheng's identity, and now he still used Xing Zheng to threaten Yan Ning, which was a huge joke.

Although he was not worried, Yan Ning still didn't want to reveal his true identity as Xing Zheng so early, so he chose to stop.

He took two steps back and stood with a knife in his arms. Yan Ning raised a playful smile on his lips, but his voice said coldly: "What do you mean is that if the Changsheng Cult has captured Xing Zheng, I, Yan Ning, can you let He Ziyin slaughter?"

He Ziyin's originally relaxed smile suddenly stiffened on his face. He expected Yan Ning to stop, but he did not expect Yan Ning to say this.

Yan Ning sneered, and He Ziyin thought it too simple. He led people into his camp, but he didn't want to lose, but wanted to threaten himself with Xing Zheng's life, and wanted to pat his butt and leave?

Even if Yan Ning agreed, many disciples from Longhushan and Xinmaoshan would not agree!

"What do you...what do you want?" He Ziyin said hatefully.

It was obvious that he was threatening Yan Ning, but now why was he threatened?

"You have the final say." Yan Ning smiled faintly.

He Ziyin was surprised. Isn’t Yan Ning obviously letting him go? After thinking a little, He Ziyin “guessed” Yan Ning. It turned out that Yan Ning was estimating Xing Zheng’s life. He wanted to let him go but was afraid that others would not accept it, so he deliberately found a step and let He Ziyin leave.

Yan Ning, Yan Ning, you don’t know that the murder squad you have worked so hard to protect is actually the real leader of our Changsheng Sect!

"I will take you three moves. Within three moves, if you kill me, the Changsheng Sect will not kill Xingzheng; if you fail to kill me, you will let me return to the Changsheng Sect, how about?"

"good!"

Yan Ning agreed very simply.

He Ziyin felt relieved. Although Yan Ning's strength had already exceeded his ability to bear it, Yan Ning would definitely let go of the water in the next three moves and deliberately let him leave.

Thinking of this, He Ziyin suddenly felt that Yan Ning was not so annoying, but he became more and more pleasing to him.

Jiang Wujue noticed He Ziyin's strange eyes and couldn't help but shivered all over, saying in Tang Zixuan's ear: "What's wrong with them? He Ziyin's eyes are not right! Could it be that the two of them have a relationship?"

"It's very possible. He Ziyin looks like he is not a superior person. Now it looks obviously different from Brother Yan Ning!" Tang Zixuan nodded seriously.

If Yan Ning heard the conversation between the two, he would definitely beat them up. Damn, I'm working hard in front of me, it would be fine if you watch the show, but you'd also comment on random thoughts. If Xiaoya knows this, wouldn't I be miserable?

Although the demon body can recover that thing, the feeling of kicking is not something that ordinary people can bear!

"Three moves, are you ready?" Yan Ning asked.

He Ziyin quickly distanced Yan Ning, a hundred meters away, and then said, "Come on!"

Without any hesitation, Yan Ning shot out another Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse. He Zi chanted a burst of excitement. Although the Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse was far beyond that of that year, it definitely failed to reach the level of killing him with one move, and it was easily resolved by him.

"Yan Ning really wants to let me go!" He Ziyin was excited.

Yan Ning was not surprised at all, and then shouted:

"The second move!"

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, Qiankun, governs the law, obeys the orders according to the law, and the Emperor of Divine Power will proclaim! Imperial order!"

"White thunder is dominating, and the wind and clouds obey the order! Disciple Yan Ning led the heavenly thunder to destroy thousands of evil spirits, destroy thousands of ghosts, open my god order, and kill ghosts and gods!"

The wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and the thunder clouds quickly gathered. The golden needle rolled up a terrifying storm, mixed with strange white thunder fire, and instantly came to He Ziyin!

This time, He Ziyin changed his face. The Thunder and Fire Storm is not comparable to the Northern Emperor's Divine Power Curse. If he wants to take this move, he must show some strength!

"The wings of wind, rain, thunder rise, and all things are created. I am now returning to the Xuantian Chronicle, and I will fly away the divine symbol and collide with the stars. Gold, wood, Saturn and water, fire, and the magical function is used to shake the heavenly court. The first and last time the exchange is Bohui, and the Supreme Master of Taiyi holds great power. I will fly to the road ahead and follow the orders and follow the signs to quickly. The Dragon and Tiger Mountain Xuanyin Creation Hand, the commander!"

Xuanyin Creation Hand formed in mid-air and slapped at the Thunder Fire Storm. Unexpectedly, the Thunder Fire Storm actually shattered Xuanyin Creation Hand in an instant and flew towards He Ziyin!

"Oops!"

He Ziyin's expression changed, and he didn't care too much. He hurriedly threw out his natal magic weapon. The phantom of the folding fan appeared again. The thunder and fire storm rotated on the phantom for a long time before barely dissipating. With Yan Ning waved his hand, all the golden needles returned to his body.

At this time, He Ziyin's face was slightly pale, and others could not see it, but he himself noticed that the phantom of the folding fan had reached its peak, and even tiny cracks had appeared on the folding fan.

Yan Ning, what's going on with you!

"Brother, are you from Maoshan? It is said that the Golden Needle is the treasure of Wumen. Your third master even used the treasure and couldn't kill He Ziyin. What should I do with the next move?"

"Hmph, do you think this is all our third master's ability? It's like a turquoise! ​​"

"Oh, you are still arrogant in English. Then I ask you, do you third master have any tricks?"

"You are ignorant. Our third master has a sword called Kunwu, known as the ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords. He can cut mountains and rivers and kill the world! As soon as Kunwu came out, why didn't He Ziyin kneel down and call him dad?"

"Kunwu... Why does it sound so familiar? Hey, didn't our Longhu Mountain Treasure Pavilion seal a Kunwu sword?"

"Ahem...that, pretend I didn't say it."

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Yan Ning silently put away the Mingpo Sword, and with a thought, a long sword that was dark and looked uncharacteristic appeared in his hand.
Chapter completed!