Chapter 114 Fireworks Belong to Us
As soon as Li Luobing finished speaking, the next second, green light suddenly shone from her eyes, like a demon.
Her body still stood still, but in Ning Wuxie's view, the world in front of him had changed!
The green light was like a knife light that cut through another world. Three feet above Li Luobing's head, countless green birds and beasts suddenly appeared!
Their bodies were illusory, emitting faint light, and each of them was fierce and violent, with bared teeth and countless ferocious eyes staring at Ning Wuxie!
But the people below the ring could not see anything, only saw the two standing opposite each other, without saying a word.
"What's the situation? Who wants to admit defeat?" A Confucian disciple asked.
"Something is wrong, I feel that these two people will have another round." A disciple with a higher cultivation level pointed out sharply.
"Come again?! Why are you standing still?"
There are also practitioners who study the soul skills among the Confucian disciples. At this time, they said:
"I think they are going to start a soul battle."
"Did you know that Master Wuyuan had a soul skill a hundred years ago?"
"At that time, in order to wipe out the remnants of the demon path, he felt that it was too tiring to wipe them out physically, so he created a soul skill called the Soul Killing Tide!"
"No one in the world has seen the specific effect, because everyone who has seen it is dead... But it is said that Master Wuyuan once used this skill to kill more than a thousand people from a demon sect in half an hour!"
When these words came out, everyone around took a breath of cold air.
Soul battle... That's true, except for the two of them, no one knows what happened.
Soul battle is more dangerous than physical battle, because one careless mistake may make the opponent crazy, and the victory or defeat happens in an instant.
The people off the court, especially the Confucian disciples who had just cheered once, are now worried again.
Although Ning Wuxie showed a strong soul power, Li Luobing was obviously not weak either.
At this time, Li Luobing was seriously injured and fought desperately. The result was hard to predict!
Xuan'er stood in front of Zhuang Yuerou, staring at the two people on the field. The nails of her right hand had pierced into her palm unconsciously.
On the field.
Ning Wuxie looked at Li Luobing's serious expression and the illusory green beast tide above her head.
Oh my God... so scary...
I won't lose...
He thought so... and then laughed.
What a joke.
I am the Yuanhun!
At the moment he laughed, Li Luobing's eyes flashed green again, and the countless illusory beasts above his head all roared and rushed towards Ning Wuxie!
They wanted to bite his soul and tear it to pieces.
Ning Wuxie laughed out loud, and finally said to Li Luobing.
"Fairy Li, have you forgotten that I am the honorary elder of Yaochi Sect!" Before Li Luobing's face changed because of this sentence, Ning Wuxie gently raised a hand and put it to his mouth. As if blowing out a lamp, "Huh." He really blew a breath. Then, it was dark. Li Luobing was panicked and looked around with wide eyes, but all he saw was darkness! He couldn't hear, see, smell or touch. It was as if there was only a brain left, thrown into the void with nothing. "Ning Wuxie!" "Ning Wuxie!" She screamed in fear, but there was no response. Ning Wuxie looked coldly at Li Luobing who was stumbling in the distance, and walked towards her. Above his head, those green beasts all curled up, holding their tails and trembling. Ning Wuxie's mind moved, as if two invisible fingers appeared, crushing them one by one. "Ahhhhh——" Li Luobing screamed in pain. Her mouth was wide open, her expression was frantic, she was holding her head, her beautiful and delicate face looked a little ferocious, her beautiful eyes were originally big, and now she tried to open them, she looked a little scary.
Alas... it really ruined her image... Ning Wuxie shook her head.
Who told you to choose the soul battle?
At this time, he had slowly walked to Li Luobing's ear.
Shrouded by the black curtain of the Mysterious Soul Art, everyone's reaction was different. Jiang Ren was scratching like a mad dog, while Li Luobing was half squatting with his head in his arms, shaking.
Ning Wuxie found it a little funny and patted her shoulder, but there was no reaction.
"Ning Wuxie, you have to be sensible!" Chen Tiange in the audience was almost going crazy. What was Ning Wuxie going to do!
If it was another Confucian disciple, he wouldn't worry too much and would always leave a little mercy.
But this is Ning Wuxie, there is a grudge between the two!
After seeing Ning Wuxie's methods in Lishan, Chen Tiange would not believe that this guy was a good person with a bottom line!
"Confucianism and Renzong are the pillars of the righteous path. You must pay attention to the impact!"
Chen Tiange was willing to sacrifice his face just to preserve the last dignity of Li Luobing, the genius.
Ning Wuxie certainly did not intend to really wipe out or humiliate Li Luobing.
If he did it, he would offend the entire Renzong.
He would also be punished by Confucianism, and the Twelve Young Sages would probably be ruined.
I joined Confucianism just to find a backer who could fight against Renzong.
But he still wanted to torture her.
In another way, a gentler one.
He stretched out a finger and gently pushed aside the messy hair by Li Luobing's ear, then leaned down and put his mouth close to her.
He relaxed his Xuanhun Jue a little and restored Li Luobing's hearing.
"Your lovely brother is in my hands."
"Guess how he is doing?"
After saying these two sentences, Li Luobing was stunned.
She slowly turned her head and looked in the direction where she heard the sound, which was the direction of Ning Wuxie.
However, the next second, Ning Wuxie punched her in the face.
She fell to the ground and fainted.
If one party loses consciousness, the arena will automatically be ruled a loss and the barrier will be opened.
Chen Tiange rushed forward like a bolt of lightning, picked up Li Luobing, and gave Ning Wuxie a cold look.
"Good boy."
After saying these words, he walked out without looking back.
Naturally, a group of Renzong disciples followed him and left in despair.
Ning Wuxie was still standing on the ring, looking at the rest of the audience. They were all Confucian disciples. And there was Xuan'er standing next to Zhuang Yuerou.
There was an overwhelming cheer! No matter how reserved and gentlemanly the Confucian disciples are on weekdays, they cannot hold back at this moment! Rush to the ring and lift Ning Wuxie high!
"Ning! Wu! Xie!"
"Ning! Wu! Xie!"
They shouted Ning Wuxie's name and even planned to carry him throughout Junzi Mountain! Tell everyone the news!
The Confucian disciples defeated the Renzong disciples!
Moreover, the opponent is also the seventh genius on the human race's genius list!
Who said there are no warriors in Confucianism!
By the time the battle ended, it was almost dusk.
After being carried through half of Junzi Mountain, it was getting dark. Ning Wuxie immediately found an opening, put on some clothes and slipped away.
She covered her face and emerged from the crowd. Within two steps, she saw Xuan'er, who had been following behind, a few steps away from the crowd.
Since the battle ended, she has been following the marching crowd, her eyes locked on Ning Wuxie.
Even when he emerged from the crowd, she stayed in this direction for the first time.
Ning Wuxie rushed forward and hugged her tightly.
"Miss me."
"Well, my brother didn't say anything to me and went to fight..."
Xuan'er buried her head on Ning Wuxie's chest, shaking her head from side to side, as if she wanted to smell his scent.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect a fight." Ning Wuxie hugged Xuan'er, touching and kissing her face.
"Brother, congratulations."
"Look at them, they are all cheering for you."
The two of them sat in the shadows under the trees on the roadside and watched many Confucian disciples passing by in groups cheering. Many of them didn't go to see the showdown, and they didn't even know who Ning Wuxie was, but they were all equally excited and happy after hearing the news.
Infected by the atmosphere, they also took to the streets to celebrate together.
No one saw Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er, and even those who saw them couldn't recognize them.
Ning Wuxie glanced at these people, then turned around and said, "Where's Xuan'er? Isn't Xuan'er cheering for me?"
"Ah..." Xuan'er suddenly blushed, a little embarrassed, and looked around embarrassedly.
Of course she was willing to do anything for Ning Wuxie, but she was a little embarrassed to suddenly make her scream strangely.
"Woohoo!" She timidly raised her little fist and cheered softly.
Seeing Xuan'er's cute appearance, Ning Wuxie couldn't bear it any longer. He hugged her, lowered his head suddenly, and sealed her bewildered little mouth with his own lips.
This was the first time he took the initiative to kiss Xuan'er!
After defeating Li Luobing, he felt extremely happy. The pressure of revenge since his rebirth was now forgotten by him!
Xuan'er's beautiful eyes widened and she let out a cry. The next moment, she narrowed her eyes in intoxication and responded to Ning Wuxie eagerly.
The two indulged in each other's warmth for a moment.
boom!
There was a sudden explosion in the air, and the two of them were startled and separated.
Not just them, everyone on the street was startled and looked up.
Bang bang bang!
I saw dazzling fireworks blooming one after another in the dark night. The dazzling and gorgeous flames twisted happily in the sky. The bright fireworks of various colors formed different shapes, showing a grand scene of clusters of flowers in the sky. It was so beautiful.
This is to celebrate Ning Wuxie's victory over Renzong. The fireworks set off by Confucian disciples at the highest point of Junzi Mountain can be seen by the entire Confucian family.
People froze for a moment, standing there with their heads raised, the brilliant colors reflected in their eyes.
"So beautiful..." Xuan'er also raised her head, being held by Ning Wuxie, her pretty face reflecting the light of fireworks.
"Xuan'er, do you like it?"
"like."
"Then I'll let you go every day."
"No, it would be pointless to set off fireworks every day. Fireworks are only meaningful on special days."
"Is today a special day?"
"Well...it doesn't count."
"Why doesn't it count?"
"It just doesn't count." Xuan'er pouted slightly, "Only what happens with me can make this day special..."
"Haha." Ning Wuxie understood what Xuan'er meant. The fireworks were not set off for her.
"Then let me make today a little special."
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"Jiang Ningxuan." Ning Wuxie suddenly called Xuan'er's name, looking a little serious.
Then, he pressed Xuan'er into his arms, bowed his head in her ear, and whispered his love.