Control The World Chapter 95

"Master, we've finally gotten rid of those guys." Zhao Wuqing said with fear still lingering in his heart.

The city gates had been destroyed by this group of people. Seeing the green armored soldiers on the street rushing towards the city gates, the soldiers maintained their stability. Zhao Wuqing let out a long sigh of relief. If they were half a step too slow, then the two of them would have died here.

"Master, where are we going now?" Zhao Wuqing whispered.

"The Ning Family won't be able to go back." When he was fighting at the city gate, even the guards recognized him. The others must have all known about him, or they might all be blocking him at the Ning Family's gate.

"In my opinion, this group of people should be taught a lesson by you. Otherwise, you wouldn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. " Zhao Wuqing pouted and said.

At least eighty percent of these people wanted to make their name known on Ning Wufeng's face, and gain the attention of the four great academies in one fell swoop.

"Come, let's go to Riverside Pavilion. It should be slightly safer there." Ning Wufeng immediately said.

"Hehe, where are you going to see my Mistress? "I heard that when Mistress was in Zhao Du, she was the goddess of countless cultivators." Zhao Wuqing giggled.

Bang! Ning Wufeng knocked on his head.

"Don't spout nonsense."

The two of them turned around and saw that there was someone blocking the exit of the passageway.

"You are Ning Wufeng, one of the Four Unique?" The man was wearing a green robe and boots. His bearing was extraordinary. He held a sword in his hand and looked at Ning Wufeng with a fiery gaze.

There were so many people chasing after Ning Wufeng at the city gate, who would've thought that he would run into them.

"Who are you?" Ning Wufeng said lightly.

"The person who will take your head! "Remember, I am Swift Sword Sun Yan." The corners of Sun Yan's mouth curled up. He felt that his days were coming to an end.

He had been practicing his swordsmanship for decades. As long as he defeated Ning Wufeng, he would be able to rise to the top of the world and become the champion of the two great beauties of the Jiang Ning residence. Then, as they chatted, they received olive branches from the four great academies and countless aristocratic families.

Thinking of this, Sun Yan couldn't help but laugh.

With a loud bang, Zhao Wuqing's palm slapped his face, leaving him stupefied. He felt dizzy, and his eyes were glazed over as he stared at Zhao Wuqing.

"You dare hit me!" Sun Yan burst out in rage. His sword light made a "clang" sound as it pierced towards Zhao Wuqing.

Zhao Wuqing's silver spear shot out and with a clang, he nailed Sun Yan's sword to the wall of the alleyway, causing the hilt of the sword to vibrate with a humming sound.

Sun Yan's pupils suddenly constricted. He was so frightened that his face turned purple and his legs went limp as he knelt onto the ground.

"You want to become famous by stepping on my master's head? Are you stupid?" Zhao Wuqing sneered and kicked Sun Yan out of the alley.

That Sun Yan was still dreaming, and hadn't woken up yet.

"Master, let's go." Zhao Wuqing walked in front with his head lowered. Many people looked at him in awe and pushed him away.

However, Ning Wufeng didn't move at all, instead, he looked in front of Zhao Wuqing.

"You want to use my master's name to get the upper hand?" Zhao Wuqing frowned. There was someone else standing in front of him.

The person was dressed in simple clothes and looked ordinary. This was the type that no one would recognize if they were in the crowd. He carried a sword in his arms, but the sword was dressed in an extremely exquisite attire, as if it were a peerless treasure.

"I came looking for him." The man looked at Ning Wufeng.

"Let's talk after you can beat me." Zhao Wuqing rushed towards the newcomer with a cold smile on his face. The spiritual energy in his body surged as he punched out.

The power of an Invigorated Meridian Realm martial artist caused many people with ulterior motives to retreat. Huang Yi also squeezed his way into the crowd. He didn't expect that the person behind him would be the fourth strongest person in the entire Jiang Ning Prefecture — Ning Wufeng!

Because he came.

A playful smile appeared on Huang Yi's face.

Zhao Wuqing threw out a punch, and the momentum was so strong that he did not give any leeway. From his point of view, if these people didn't teach them a lesson, they wouldn't know how big the world is.

With a swoosh, a fist flew past the man's clothes, the wind from the fist blowing on his bangs.

"Huh?" Zhao Wuqing was surprised. He stuck his silver spear into the ground and threw his fists toward that man.

The fist shadows continued to clash against each other. That person's speed was extremely fast, accurately dodging every one of Zhao Wuqing's punches.

"Look at the spear!"

Zhao Wuqing was known as the White Horse Silver Spear. His greatest strength lay in his spear. After a futile attack, he pulled out the silver spear from the ground.

As the spear light flashed, it drew countless spear lights that shot towards the approaching person.

The eyes of the person in front of him suddenly lit up. It was obvious that he was surprised by Zhao Wuqing's strength. He moved. Zhao Wuqing's spear light followed closely behind him like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Wuqing's pupils constricted. The series of attacks did not even manage to touch the corner of his shirt. He knew he had a tricky idea.

"Floating Dragon Spear Art!"

The silver spear suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, and a faint dragon's roar resounded from within it. The sharp spear light was just like a swimming dragon.

The sharp true intent instantly erupted.

What a powerful spear technique.

Shock appeared on the faces of the spectators, while at this moment, Sun Yan's face turned purple. They didn't expect Zhao Wuqing to be so strong.

His face flushed with embarrassment, and he slunk away from the crowd.

"Good spear art." The person said indifferently, his hand holding his sword not letting go. The hilt of the sword was as fast as lightning, striking towards Zhao Wuqing's spear light.

The man's sharp and true intention burst out. His body flashed, and three to four small holes appeared on his robe due to the impact of Zhao Wuqing's spear.

"Hmph, draw your sword." Zhao Wuqing coldly said. This person didn't even unsheathe his sword, he was only using the hilt of his sword to fight him.

"Against you, there is no need to draw your sword!" The scabbard in his hand struck. His sword techniques were extremely stable and his speed was incomparably fast.

Zhao Wuqing only felt the tip of his spear violently tremble as an immense force transmitted to him. His hands went numb, and he almost lost control of the sword.

"What a fast sword speed."

The crowd only saw a dazzling sword shadow slashing towards Zhao Wuqing's sword. However, Ning Wufeng's divine sense could sense that the man's sword had cut out 105 times.

Furthermore, this person had not drawn his sword, otherwise, his speed would have been much faster.

At this point, Ning Wufeng had already determined that this person's information matched up with the previous person's information.

Other than him, there was probably no other sword that was so fast in the Jiang Ning manor.

The spiritual energy in Zhao Wuqing's body surged out and ignited one of his spiritual cavities. The spiritual energy poured out and the silver spear was covered with a layer of milky white light.

Roar …

The spear light surged out and the silver spear was like a dragon that was rushing straight at the Yellow Dragon. Zhao Wuqing's entire body started spinning, creating a strong wind and shooting it towards the incoming person like a sharp sword.

The person's pupils constricted and a trace of cold air appeared on his face. Suddenly, a white light flashed. Zhao Wuqing's spinning spear suddenly shot out a streak of blood-red light.

The power of the spear was neutralized by his sword!

"What a fast sword!"

Many people could not even see the sword light clearly, and Zhao Wuqing did not feel any pain either.

"Master, I can still fight!" Zhao Wuqing suddenly saw Ning Wufeng appear in front of him.

"Bandage the wound and leave him to me." Ning Wufeng said softly.

"Huh?" Zhao Wuqing was stunned. Injured? How could that be? He didn't feel hurt at all?

Ning Wufeng looked at his arm, and suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. Zhao Wuqing lowered his head to look. The sleeves on his arms had been torn apart.

When the pieces on his sleeve fell, a blood-red "Ling" word appeared on his arm. The blood dripped down.

"Aooo!" Only then did Zhao Wuqing let out a scream of pain, and he quickly took out a pill from his chest and applied it on himself.

Ning Wufeng looked at the newcomer. He would never be able to link an ordinary person like this with the young master of the Ling family, who was one of the four great families.

"Sir Ling Tian, long time?" Ning Wufeng said softly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Take out your gun." Ling Tian said coldly, not wasting any time.

Ning Wufeng made a grasping motion in the air, and the World Exterminating Spear appeared.

If he had not broken through to the Nine Spiritual Pulse and comprehended the third level of true intent, he would not have faced Ling Tian so easily today.

Ling Tian's strength was definitely not weaker than Si Lun's. In other words, he was even more difficult to deal with than Si Te. Because of his obsession with swords.

A sword light flashed past, and Ling Tian made his move.

His figure turned into a blur. Once the sword was out, no one would link the four words' ordinary 'with' ordinary '.

At this moment, he was a sword, as magnificent and noble as his sword! It radiated a dazzling light, causing everyone to not dare to look at him directly.

The sharp sword intent was emitted by him as he waved his hand. Ning Wufeng knew that only people who were obsessed with swords would be able to train their sword intent to the core.

It was fine if he didn't move, but if he did move, the world would be shocked!

Ling Tian's sword light moved, and instantly shot out a sword light that crushed Ning Wufeng. In Ning Wufeng's eyes, there were thousands of sword lights, but only one sword light was left.

With a bang, the sword aura exploded into thousands of rays.

One sword transformed into millions, ten thousand swords transformed into one. In Ling Tian's hands, the sword glow appeared countless times.

Sword Intent of Speed.

The sword intent that Ling Tian was obsessed with!

Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank, and he suddenly released his spiritual sense.

The ten thousand swords turned into one, the ten thousand swords transformed into thousands.

Suddenly, Ning Wufeng also moved. A dazzling light burst out from the World Exterminating Spear. He focused all his attention on the spear, and his spiritual energy surged out. The spear light was dyed with a black luster.

A spear light flowed out.

Third level of the True Meaning!

With a cough, their figures crossed each other.

Ling Tian's sword had already been sheathed. Ning Wufeng also kept his gun. Their backs were facing each other and their robes were fluttering.

"You are very strong." Ling Tian then replied indifferently, "I will find you to fight in the secret realm."

Ling Tian once again became that ordinary youth, holding a gorgeous treasured sword and slowly disappearing into the crowd.

"Master, are you alright?" Zhao Wuqing gritted his teeth in pain and walked up to ask.

Ning Wufeng gently opened his palm, revealing a streak of blood.

Chapter end