Control The World Chapter 247

Zhao Wuji sat on the battle stage, tasting the wine alone. A faint smile hung on his face as he said, "Ungroup, what do you think?"

Situ Buqun waved his hand, signaling the guard to leave.

"Ning Wufeng is really like an old man with a long life. He actually dared to recruit Luo Shuang." Situ Bu Fang shook his head. The Luo Family had the backing of the Great Qin Empire.

The four families of Zhao did not dare to touch anyone from the Luo Family.

"However, isn't Qin Xinghui overestimating himself?" Situ Bu Fang whispered.

Three moves, two for defense and one for offense. In other words, he had to rely on one move to defeat Ning Wufeng. Was that possible?

Situ Buqun was clear on Ning Wufeng's strength. This brat was like a cockroach. No matter what, he couldn't die, and the bigger he was, the stronger he became.

A mysterious smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face as he said, "If it was an iron hammer hitting a balloon, or a hammer hitting a balloon a few dozen times, it wouldn't even break. Moreover, the balloon would fly higher and higher. "What if it's a mace?

He made a slight gesture with his hand and spat out a "pa" sound.

Surprise appeared in Situ Bu Fan's eyes. He doubtfully asked, "Your Highness, could it be that Qin Xinghui is that strong?"

"Very strong!" He stood with his hands behind his back, looking around the entire camp from head to toe.

The Northern Wasteland Forest was lush and verdant in the distance.

Zhao Wuji spread out his hands and said, "The Qin is stronger! We are all frogs at the bottom of a well. "

"If the State of Zhao is this dead tree, then the Great Qin Empire is this lush and verdant Northern Wasteland." A tree branch appeared out of nowhere in Zhao Wuji's hand.

He did his best to throw the branch into the Northern Wasteland. There was a rustling sound, but not a single wave was stirred up in the lush and verdant Northern Wasteland.

Situ Buqun sucked in a deep breath. No wonder the forces behind the State of Zhao were willing to abandon Zhao's trillions of lives and properties, abandoning their subjects and moving closer to the Great Qin Empire.

Zhao Wuji seemed to have seen through his thoughts as he said, "Our Zhao Family has never thought of giving up on our citizens. We just want to wait until we become stronger before taking back everything that belongs to us!"

The current country of Zhao was no longer the country that it once looked like. Two countries and a capital city. It was too small and small.

Situ Bu Fang's eyes followed Zhao Wuji's gaze as well.

Zhao was so tiny. Then was Ning Wufeng the same in front of Qin Xinghui?

In the Northern Wilderness.

"Come on, come on!"

The crowd burst into an uproar as many people looked excitedly at the arena.

Qin Xinghui slowly raised her hand and the surroundings immediately quieted down.

"Brother Ning, please clear it up." He smiled.

Ning Wufeng's expression changed. He took a step forward and faced the Great Qin Empire's favored son of heaven. He did not dare to show even the slightest bit of negligence.

The Eight Spirit Aperture surged as spirit energy surged out. There was a sizzling sound as a bundle of black light appeared in front of him.

The ten thousand inscriptions appeared in his hands.

The wind whistled, blowing the leaves on the ground into the air. The branches rustled.

"What a strong aura!" The people around were discussing in whispers.

The aura of Ning Wufeng's hand was getting stronger and stronger, and the Myriad Elephants Constellation was getting more and more solid. The surging spirit energy lifted Ning Wufeng up.

His eyes flickered with a faint golden light as he looked at Qin Xinghui.

Qin XingHui was lazy and lazily glanced at Ning Wufeng. With just a single glance, his gaze shot towards Ning Wufeng like a bolt of lightning.

Ning Wufeng was startled, what a sharp gaze.

Qin Xinghui's eyes were filled with the images of the sun, moon and stars. Ning Wufeng looked at him as if he was looking at the vast starry sky.

Eye of Darkness!

The stars in his eyes started to rapidly revolve and a formless spiritual energy lingered in his eyes. At this moment, his pair of eyes were filled with twinkling stars.

Anyone who didn't have a firm willpower would be caught in that pair of eyes.

Earlier, Qin Xinghui had used this art to scare a Violet Lake Stage cultivator to death.

However, one could imagine how powerful it was.

Ning Wufeng's mind was in turmoil, and the golden Primordial Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness shone brightly. Although he had the help of the Primordial Spirit, he did not have the method to refine the Primordial Spirit.

He immediately gathered his Yuan Spirit and a hint of clarity appeared in his eyes.

Qin Xinghui revealed a slightly surprised expression, he did not expect Ning Wufeng to block his eye technique!

Humph!

He harrumphed coldly in his heart.

Outside of the arena, everyone's eyes were wide open. They could only see the leaves dancing in the air. However, they didn't know that the two of them had already started fighting.

Ning Wufeng spat out the Chilling Qi from his Crimson Blood Toad, and the Chilling Qi from his right hand and the Myriad Elephants Constellation on his left instantly fused into one.

"Kill!"

A soft shout.

The black light surged as the big seal rushed out. Wherever it went, the leaves in the air would be frozen by this cold air.

Ning Wufeng flew out, his spirit energy surging. The sound of the grand seal was heard. A cold light burst forth as it shot towards Qin Xinghui's chest.

Qin Xinghui's expression changed, he chuckled, and his figure floated backwards, suddenly turning into countless rays of light, and disappeared in front of Ning Wufeng like a scattering star.

"Such a fast speed!"

The vision of everyone present blurred, and they were unable to clearly see Qin Xinghui's movements.

Bang! The seal hit a tree behind him. The tree trunk was covered in a layer of frost, but the heart of the tree was crackling with flames.

What a tyrannical attack!

However, this time, Qin Xinghui was not injured in the slightest.

"Brother Ning, what a powerful move." Qin Xinghui appeared behind him and said with a faint smile, "Ice and Fire Baleful Qi, its might is extraordinary."

With a bang, the tree instantly fell to the ground. The trunk of the tree had been burnt black.

"Brother Qin is even faster."

Ning Wufeng snorted lightly and used his thousands of miles long movement technique. The grand seal rippled with light as it locked onto Qin Xinghui with its divine sense.

The grand seal descended from the sky, and Qin Xinghui's body moved again. However, Ning Wufeng's Divine Sense had already locked onto him.

Qin Xinghui did not know that Ning Wufeng had already developed his Primordial Spirit, but he felt as if he was being watched by a mysterious force.

He took another step forward, and at that moment, the Myriad Elephant Constellation appeared right above his head and attacked him.

"I've underestimated you." He thought to himself.

A hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared on his face as he pointed his finger in the air. The light on his finger shone with starlight.

He pointed his finger at the Myriad Manifestation Umbra Seal.

With a soft 'pfft' sound, the light from his finger submerged into the seal. The ten thousand inscriptions changed countless times in the blink of an eye and exploded with a loud bang.

Ning Wufeng groaned.

"First move!" Qin Xinghui smiled.

"Next, let Brother Ning take my move." The smile on his face grew even wider as his spirit energy gurgled.

Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank, his spirit was at its highest.

It was as if an ancient beast was hidden within Qin Xinghui's body. His vital energy and blood were incomparably hot, and his spirit energy was like a spring. It was several times denser than his own spirit energy.

Was this the power of the Great Qin Empire's daughter?

Ning Wufeng's expression slightly changed. He finally understood why the Eight Apertures Aperture could not last for more than three moves in his hands.

With such dense spiritual energy, even a high-level Violet Lake Stage cultivator might not be able to block three moves!

"Wind in the south pole, wind in the south pole, whooshing. A world of ice and snow stretched for three thousand miles, reaching the height of a hundred blades. This move is called the Gale Ice Spirit Palm. " Qin Xinghui smiled faintly.

"Ancient Spiritual Art!" Chuchu called out softly.

In the ancient times, there was a South Pole Ancestor that had cultivated in the world of ice and snow for five hundred years. He created an Ice Spirit Palm that was known as the Wind Palm, and was three thousand miles away in the world of ice and snow.

Although the Dao Seeking Palace also had this ancient Spiritual Art, he did not know the corresponding mnemonic and was completely unable to cultivate it.

He never thought that Qin Xinghui would actually have successfully cultivated it.

As soon as the wind from the palm blew, the surroundings immediately became as cold as winter. Bei Feng's palm cut across the air like a sharp blade, causing the people surrounding him to retreat.

A ball of fire appeared on Chuchu's body. She then led the four maidservants away.

Only to see the first wave of ice emerging from beneath Qin Xinghui's feet. There was a rustling sound on the ground and ice began to spread.

Ning Wufeng's feet were also covered in ice. His spiritual energy was absorbed and released, transforming into gold spiritual energy that constantly wore down the ice beneath his feet. Only then did he finally make a place for himself to stand.

With the cold wind blowing, a world of ice and snow was formed!

Qin Xinghui was interested in Yang Wei, so he did not hesitate to use his spiritual energy to create this scene of a world of ice and snow. Seeing the fear on everyone's faces, he smiled slightly.

"Haha, this stinking brat will lose for sure!" Luo Shuang looked at Ning Wufeng and laughed.

Situ Shan also revealed a shocked expression. He didn't expect Qin Xinghui's strength to be this strong.

Was this still an Invigorated Meridian Realm cultivator? He was terrified.

At this moment, if it was his elder brother, then Situ Buqun. Situ Shan also felt that his big brother would lose without a doubt in front of this move.

Was the detection of the State of Zhao and the Great Qin Empire that great?

The difference between cloud and mud!

"How is it, Brother Ning? There's still time to admit defeat." Qin Xinghui said with a faint smile.

On Ning Wufeng's forehead, a layer of white frost covered his eyebrows and hair. The north wind whistled, and the blood in his body felt like it was about to freeze.

He suddenly raised his head and saw the worried eyes of Chuchu. He squeezed out a smile.

Qin Xinghui did not feel angry at all when she saw this scene.

His lips moved slightly as he said, "Ning Wufeng, let me tell you, Princess Chuchu is not someone you can match. She should have a wider world and you can't give her everything except me!"

Finally, Qin Xinghui's ambition exploded.

"I want her to be my woman and take her to a wider world!"

Ning Wufeng's pupils constricted, and his blood started to boil. Two golden flames flickered in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "You're dreaming!"

"You don't know what's good for you!"

A trace of anger appeared on Qin Xinghui's face as he coldly snorted, "I'll let you see the difference between us!"

The Ice Cold Wind Palm that he had been accumulating power for a long time suddenly struck out towards Ning Wufeng. The cold light surged, and his entire hand was as clear as white jade.

His palm shot out, and Ning Wufeng immediately felt the gale surge even more violently than before. It was like a sharp blade slicing through his skin, and the bone chilling cold seemed to freeze his blood.

His body moved, and his frozen bones creaked.

When he suddenly raised his head, Qin Xinghui's palm wind had already hit his face.

Chapter end