Control The World Chapter 9

Ning Wufeng snorted coldly.

"I will kill you!" Ning Chen's arms were wide open, and he charged towards Ning Wufeng like a giant bear that had just split the mountain. With Ning Wushuang supporting him from behind, his worries were greatly reduced.

Bear King Mountain Bearing Fist.

The punch carried a thousand jin of force, causing Ning Chen's fists to glow with a white light. Before the match started, it was as if tigers were brewing and tigers were brewing. Perhaps it was because Ning Wushuang was by his side, but the power of his punch had clearly increased.

"You overestimate yourself!" Since your master is useless, I will teach you a lesson. " Ning Wufeng's gaze turned cold.

Under the cover of his spiritual sense, his punch suddenly became very slow. He leaned to the side and dodged Ning Chen's punch. She lifted her leg and placed it on Ning Chen's chest.

With a bang, Ning Chen sat on the ground, feeling dizzy from the fall.

The coldness on Ning Wushuang's face became even stronger, and she coldly said: "Do you think that with this kind of strength, you can stay in the Ning family? There's still a long way to go! "

"Why are you blabbering so much? We have to make the best use of our time. " The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth rose slightly. He lightly looked at this familiar stranger.

"Leave the Ning family. This is not a place you should be." Ning Wushuang said coldly. The selection for the Jiang Ning Immortal Palace was coming soon, and he did not have the time to waste on this fella Ning Wufeng.

Even if he had recovered his spiritual veins and gained spiritual energy, he had only cultivated for a few days. He didn't deserve to be his opponent. Moreover, he left the Ning family. Ning Wufeng was a dead end.

Ning Wufeng laughed lightly and looked at Ning Wushuang, "So you are here to chase me away?" There was an indifferent expression on his face as he looked at Ning Chen, who had been beaten badly, and laughed.

Ning Wushuang's expression suddenly changed. She said word by word: "Don't tell me you want me to ask you to leave!" Ning Chen had been slapped in his face.

"Do you really think that you can be so lawless just because you possess spiritual energy? Today, I will let you know what it means to have someone stronger than you, the heavens above you! " Ning Wushuang said with hatred.

"You're still like this, unable to keep your composure. "It's difficult to accomplish anything." Ning Wufeng smiled. Suddenly, his pupils shrank. Ning Wushuang had made her move.

The eighth level of the Qi Drawing Realm. His attack speed was more than twice as fast as Ning Chen's.

The power of the first three stages of the Qi Drawing Realm increased by a thousand pounds, the middle stage increased by two thousand pounds, and the last three stages increased by three thousand pounds.

Currently, Ning Wufeng was only at the 4th level of the Qi Drawing Realm, so his fist strength was 5000 jins. On the other hand, with Ning Wushuang's 8th level cultivation, his fist strength was 15000 jins, which was three times stronger.

Suddenly, Ning Wufeng's figure flashed and dodged Ning Wufeng's punch. The fist that weighed over ten thousand jin landed on the flower pot in the courtyard, and the air around it was blasted into smithereens.

"What a powerful force." Ning Wufeng's mind wavered. It was clear that he was not Ning Wushuang's match. He took a deep breath and released his spiritual sense. Under the cover of this spiritual sense, Ning Wushuang's speed slowed down by a lot.

He actually managed to dodge my punch. Ning Wushuang was slightly surprised. It would take Ning Wufeng at most five days to reach the first layer of Qi Drawing Realm.

How could he dodge his fist!

Although Ning Wushuang was surprised, he did not slow down his attack speed. He humphed and said: "Watch carefully, how do you want to fight the Bear King Mountain Bearing Fist!"

Damn, that Ning Wufeng was actually using it as a textbook to explain fist arts to Ning Chen and the others.

The first punch, the Bear King had appeared!

Ning Wushuang's body suddenly expanded by more than a fold. Like a giant bear, her entire body glowed with white light amidst the surging spiritual power. A roar that captivated the mind.

"Brother Shuang, you are so mighty. Ning Wufeng, you trash, just wait and cry." The Ning Family juniors standing off to the side were cheering. Ning Wushuang's punch had indeed surpassed the level of a Ning Family lecturer.

"Crushing this trash, Ning Wufeng. "Drive them out of the Ning Family." Ning Chen said while gnashing her teeth.

He could not stop cheering for Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng's face twitched, seeing the huge human-shaped bear coming at him, the white light surrounding his fists became even brighter.

"Fist techniques, then I'll give it a try." He sneered. In his previous life, he had not given the title of Grandmaster of Xing Yi Martial Arts for nothing.

The formidable punch was like a hot knife through butter. Ning Chen and the others widened their eyes. After all, there were very few opportunities for Ning Wushuang to give them a lecture. He even used Ning Wufeng as a teaching material.

"Haha, Lil 'Shuang Bro destroyed this trash!" Ning Chen screamed. Some of the Ning Family disciples could not bear to see such a powerful punch being thrown at them. Would Ning Wufeng not turn into a pile of meat paste?

Chinese martial arts since ancient times has "four or four thousand pounds" the quirky.

Ning Wufeng used his sharp divine sense to observe, and when Ning Wushuang's fist was about to land on him, he suddenly moved. Instead of retreating, he rushed towards Ning Wufeng, and just as he was about to get close to Ning Wushuang, he raised his fist. A Tiger Fist struck towards Ning Wushuang's elbow.

Bang! The white light surged. Ning Wushuang gave a stuffy groan. His wrist was a weak point, and after being hit by the punch, the force of the punch naturally dissipated. Ning Wufeng used his elbow to push her out of the room.

Ning Wushuang was still an eighth heaven cultivator after all. With a few leaps, she stabilized her body.

"I've underestimated you." He looked at Ning Wufeng and spoke word by word, shaking his numb wrist. He really did not expect Ning Wufeng to be so fast.

The bear king was carrying the mountain!

Ning Wushuang pushed out the spiritual power in his arms. The power of his fists crackled in the air, and like a thunderclap, he viciously struck out towards Ning Wufeng.

However, this time, Ning Wushuang had also become more shrewd. As she waved her fists, spiritual energy protected her limbs and bones. In order to prevent Ning Wufeng from launching a sneak attack like before.

The corner of his mouth slightly raised as he said in a cold tone: "We will see what you will do now." He used his spiritual power to protect himself and attacked Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng smiled lightly and shook his head. This time, Ning Wushuang had been misled by her intelligence. The Bear King's Mountain Carrying Fist was formidable, but it relied on an indomitable spirit. However, Ning Wushuang was now afraid that he would sneak attack her, which actually weakened the determination of her fist force.

Form and Will Boxing!

Ning Wushuang slightly arched his back, and his entire body arched forward like a strong bow. When Ning Wushuang reached his attack range, he decisively threw out a punch.

In his previous life, he had immersed himself in Form and Will Boxing and even observed the fighting techniques of tigers and wolves deep in the rainforest. Now, with the help of his spiritual energy, not only was it very easy to use, but it also increased its power by several times.

The fist of the serpent was agile and agile, like a spirit serpent emerging from its lair. Its attack was extremely sharp. Gathering his true qi at the point of his fist, he rushed towards Ning Wushuang's heavy punch. With a bang, spiritual light surged.

Ning Wushuang felt his hand go numb. He did not expect Ning Wufeng's punch to contain so much power. But what he didn't know was that when he punched out, spiritual energy spread throughout his entire body. When Ning Wufeng's fist was thrown out, all of the spiritual energy in his body was concentrated in his fist, making it much more powerful.

A punch was thrown out, and Ning Wufeng's body swayed a little. The difference between a Qi Drawing Realm and a Qi Drawing Realm expert was beyond his expectations.

However, Ning Wufeng did not give up because of this. He followed closely behind her and used his Tiger Fist to strike at her chest, causing her to fall apart.

Ning Wushuang retreated three or four steps back. Ning Wufeng did not stop there. He immediately sent out a punch towards Ning Wushuang.

"The same move will be useless after being used three times." Ning Wushuang was continuously beaten back by Ning Wushuang's moves, and she was no longer able to maintain her dignity. She gave a cold snort.

After releasing his power of the eighth level of the Qi Drawing Realm, his body began to shine with a misty white light. He withstood Ning Wufeng's punch with all his might.

Nine Fists of Raging Sea!

The high grade mortal rank Spiritual Art that the Ning Family displayed was also the Spiritual Art that Ning Wushuang mainly cultivated. Naturally, the might of a high-grade Common Rank Spiritual Art was not something that an Inferior Grade Bear King Mountain Bearing Fist could compare with.

His fist flashed, and the air around him turned into a wave that surged towards Ning Wufeng. The eighth heaven's spirit energy was more than twice as dense as the fourth heaven's spirit energy, and it instantly reversed the situation.

"Haha, you can try your luck." Ning Wushuang laughed out loud when she saw Ning Wufeng swaying in the air like a small boat in the middle of a storm. The depressed feeling in her heart was swept away.

The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth curved into a smile, causing his heart to skip a beat.

What was going on?

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the accumulated spiritual energy instantly dispersed. His face was filled with shock. How could this be?!

Soon after, Ning Wufeng moved. He executed an extremely common Bear Fist from Xing Yi Fist, and like a bear king emerging from the mountains, he rushed towards Ning Wushuang's chest.

With a bang, Ning Wushuang was sent flying out of the yard like a cannonball.

"How could this be?" Ning Wushuang's face turned ashen. He was an eighth level Qi Drawing Realm cultivator, how could he be defeated by a trash like Ning Wufeng?

Ning Wufeng coldly snorted. His previous attack was just a feint, but it was actually to cover up the Pure Yang Sword Art's Yang Ascension Stance.

He used his hidden strength to hide the Pure Yang Sword Technique's sword Qi inside the Horse Fist. When Ning Wushuang was gathering all her spiritual power, the hidden sword Qi exploded.

"It's not that you want me to leave, it's that you don't want to stay here." Ning Wufeng lightly swept a glance at Ning Wushuang, and spoke as if he was still a frightened bird, a member of the Ning family.

Apart from Ning Linchuan, he did not have much feelings for the Ning family. Whether he stayed or went didn't really matter much.

She took Wu Liu, Daoist Xuanji, and the others with her as she walked past Ning Wushuang with large strides. She did not even return. After leaving the Ning Family, there were even more exciting things waiting for him outside.

Ning Wushuang's face was gloomy and cold. He gritted his teeth as he watched Ning Wufeng walk away and fiercely said, "Leaving the Ning Family means your death!"

"Send out the news that Ning Wufeng left the Ning Family. I want him dead without a burial ground!"

The entire Ning Family courtyard was filled with the shrill and malicious roars of Ning Wushuang.

Chapter end