Control The World Chapter 66

Ning Wufeng lightly shook his head. With Zhao Wuqing's current strength, there was still a big gap between him and the Sixth Brother. Moreover, the one eyed old sixth had the fake spiritual weapon in his hand.

"Hehe, little nephew, since you obediently send yourself to your death, then you can't blame yourself for being an uncle." The Sixth Brother laughed sinisterly as he slashed his blade across in front of him, his aura instantly becoming sharp.

The silver spear howled forth like a swimming dragon. As the spear light surged, a faint explosive sound was emitted. Moreover, Zhao Wuqing's spear force was extremely sharp, and he was only a hair's breadth away from the spear's true intent.

Ning Wufeng felt that as long as he had ten days, he would definitely be able to breakthrough the true intent of the spear. For someone who had just stepped into the Invigorated Meridian Realm to be able to comprehend the true meaning of the spear, Zhao Wuqing's talent was also excellent.

Zhao Wuqing originally had a good foundation; his spirit energy was dense. As the spear light gathered, his spirit energy poured out, and with a boom, it crashed into the ground, creating a huge hole.

One Eyed Old Six's figure moved and avoided Zhao Wuqing's attack. As the spear light moved, he displayed his Saber Force. Sharp saber lights swept out one ring after another like red calligraphy.

Second level of Saber Intent, his attacks were exceedingly tyrannical. Every single blade of light emanated a power that caused one's heart to palpitate. All the hair on Zhao Wuqing's body stood on end as he was affected by the saber light.

"I want to break through! I want to break through!" Zhao Wuqing roared hysterically as he unleashed one spear strike after another.

Being stabbed by the Sixth Brother's saber light caused his entire body to bleed profusely, but he didn't care in the slightest. With an indomitable momentum, he charged at the Sixth Brother.

"Still a little lacking." Ning Wufeng said lightly. Zhao Wuqing was dozens of days away from comprehending the true meaning of the spear. If he wanted to force his potential to breakthrough in a short time, it could only be described as a risky move.

As for the result, Ning Wufeng could only imagine.

"Break through!" Zhao Wuqing roared, and the glow of his spear grew more and more intense.

"Get out of my way!" The one-eyed old man was also upset by his fearless aura. He roared and his Bladelight surged out and turned into a series of Bladelight that rushed towards Zhao Wuqing.

A huge force of 30,000 Jin was unleashed, and with a bang, Zhao Wuqing's silver spear was sent flying.

With a loud bang, Zhao Wuqing was sent flying with a kick. Puff! He retreated along the ground and kneeled in front of Ning Wufeng.

"Wow!" Zhao Wuqing tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood. In front of him was the corpse of Black Claw.

"Am I really inferior to him?" He roared hysterically, but his roar was filled with helplessness and struggle.

The Sixth Brother didn't even need to use a black bell to deal with him.

"Master, help me!" He suddenly raised his head, looking at Ning Wufeng with hope in his eyes. Ning Wufeng could see the anger, desire, and struggle in his eyes.

Ning Wufeng let out a light breath. Although he looked like a teenager, he had experienced many life and death experiences in his previous life.

Zhao Wuqing's expression caused his heart to tremble uncontrollably.

"Take a good look." Ning Wufeng lightly said, the World Exterminating Spear had already appeared in his hand.

"You, a cultivator that hasn't even reached the Invigorated Meridian Realm, want to attack me?" The Sixth Brother laughed out loud. He had never taken Ning Wufeng seriously at all.

That was because Ning Wufeng did not have the energy fluctuations of the Invigorated Meridian Realm.

To dare to fight him when he wasn't even in the Invigorated Meridian realm, that was no different from a fantasy story.

"Killing you is enough." Ning Wufeng lightly said. The World Exterminating Spear hummed as it trembled. A sharp light spread from the tip of the spear to the tip.

The Sixth Brother's pupils constricted as he licked his lips, revealing a sinister expression. He held the saber in his hand above his head, and a cold light flashed.

With a "sou" sound, One Eyed Old Sixth moved. The Piercing Wind Saber Technique slashed out. The speed of the saber light was even faster than the sound. A loud sound was heard as several layers of saber lights shot out.

Ning Wufeng thrust out his spear, the Pure Yang Spear Art - Ascending Sun. The spear light erupted with a blinding light. The spear point made a sound as if there were drops of water dripping onto the blade light of the Sixth Brother.

As soon as the saber light came into contact with the saber light, a wave of saber intent shot out. A gravitational force of tens of thousands kilograms was quickly followed by a superimposed force.

The Sixth Brother chopped out with his saber and quickly overlaid the second layer of his true intent. In a flash, he unleashed as much as six blade strikes, releasing a tremendous force of sixty thousand Jin.

The speed of the saber was extremely fast. The time interval between one slash and one slash was not more than one thousandth of a second. Therefore, the strength of the six layered saber techniques were instantly superimposed.

The power of the 'Great Strength' of the 'Wind Spear' instantly burst forth, its strength already exceeding sixty thousand Jin. Weng weng weng! Spear light and saber light shot out, a droning sound reverberated in the air.

The true meaning of tremendous force suddenly exploded. When he was in the seventh level of the Qi Drawing Realm, Ning Wufeng's strength had already reached fifty thousand Jin by relying on his true meaning. Now, he had reached the ninth level of the Qi Drawing Realm. His strength had reached 70,000 pounds.

The Sixth Brother's complexion greatly changed as he felt a mind-numbing strength emitting from the spear light. This was no longer a spear, but layers upon layers of mountains falling from the sky, crus.h.i.+ng him.

Puff …

The Sixth Brother spewed out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to withdraw his blade, but Ning Wufeng's World Exterminating Spear seemed to be sticky. He kept unleas.h.i.+ng the power of the True Meaning of the Water. No matter how hard he tried, he could not retract his blade.

"How could this be?" The Sixth Brother's face turned purple as he started to bleed profusely.

He had never thought that a Qi Drawing Realm cultivator would be able to cause him to be helpless!

How could this be?

With a thump, the Sixth Brother fell to his knees. The saber in his hand made a cracking sound as it broke apart, unable to withstand the wave after wave of power from the World Exterminating Spear.

The Sixth Brother's expression was ferocious. Just as he was about to use the black bell, Ning Wufeng's spear suddenly lashed out and the black bell flew into his hand.

The Sixth Brother's face instantly turned ashen.

"Did you see it clearly?" Ning Wufeng said lightly.

Behind him, Zhao Wuqing had already stood up. The tears on his face had already dried up. He expressionlessly nodded at Ning Wufeng and dragged his silver spear as he walked over.

"I'll leave it to you." Ning Wufeng sighed.

He put away the World Exterminating Spear and turned back.

"Good nephew, don't kill me." One Eyed Old Sixth was in tears. He kowtowed to Zhao Wuqing miserably, kowtowing to him.

His hands were covered with blood, but when death came to him, he knew how terrible it was.

Without any expression on his face, Zhao Wuqing dragged his silver spear and approached step by step. The spear's tip and the ground clattered together like the dance of death in the ears of the one-eyed old man.

"That year, Boss Zhao and I dominated the Jiang Ning manor and built a huge family like the Wandering Dragon Gang. Don't tell me you want to be an ungrateful and unjust person?" The Sixth Brother let out a shrill cry, his words filled with an imploring look.

However, Zhao Wuqing did not move an inch.

His most beloved Uncle Claw had died in the hands of the person in front of him. But there was nothing he could do. Now, he saw this person wagging his tail in front of him like he was begging for mercy. He didn't feel any pity, just that he felt a lot more than he did.

It was unnecessary to live in this world.

Wrong. It would have been better if he had done it once. Uncle Zhua had already paid the price of his life.

"Brat, if you want to kill me, it won't be that easy!" The Sixth Brother roared in hysteria. A broken blade danced in the air like a ball of white light, then struck towards Zhao Wuqing.

Even if he died, he would drag someone down with him.

Zhao Wuqing also made his move. His silver spear was like a swimming dragon in the air. A cold and clear roar resounded through the sky as a cold light suddenly erupted.

At the same time, the blade of the Sixth Brother also landed on his shoulder.

"Haha, you won't be able to kill me!" The Sixth Brother laughed maniacally. His saber had already landed on Zhao Wuqing's shoulder, and blood was already flowing from the blade.

The next moment, he discovered that he wanted to move the blade closer, but he could not muster up any strength.

Did he get tired after fighting for so long?

A tiny red dot of blood continuously expanded on his chest, and blood gurgled out of it. It was the exact same wound as Black Claw's.

One Eyed Old Sixth fell to the ground. The deranged look on his face froze.

"Kill!"

Zhao Wuqing finally erupted with a burst of loud shouts. With a loud roar, the troops behind him charged into the formation of the one-eyed old man like tigers and wolves.

His men had acc.u.mulated a lot of anger and became more courageous. As for the sixth brother's squad, when they saw that their boss was dead, some of them ran away, while others surrendered.

Unknowingly, the sky had turned white. The insects and ants that had been chirping in the forest for the whole night also quieted down.

Zhao Wuqing walked out of the forest once again, holding the jade box in his hand. He walked in front of Ning Wufeng.

"Master, this is what you want." he said softly.

Ning Wufeng received the jade box and opened it. The Ground Flower Spirit Gra.s.s was only the length of a thumb and had a total of three leaves. Each leaf was in the shape of a dragon. It was like three purple dragon heads clas.h.i.+ng together.

His hair was extremely real.

After absorbing the spirit energy from the s.p.a.ce, the three dragon-shaped leaves of the Ground Spirit Gra.s.s turned into three small purple dragons, twisting and turning in the air, playing with each other.

"Alright!" Ning Wufeng closed the jade box, put away the Ground Flower Spirit Gra.s.s, and jumped onto his yellow horse. With a long shout, he quickly galloped away.

"Master!" Zhao Wuqing shouted.

"You don't need to call me master, my name is Ning Wufeng!" While he was speaking, Ning Wufeng had already disappeared into the distance.

"Ning Wufeng." Zhao Wuqing muttered word by word, then immediately shouted, "I'm going back to the Jiangning Estate to look for you!"

Zhao Wuqing's men left the forest along with the treasures and captives.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, another two people appeared. One of the men held a white jade plate in his hand.

"Brother, the Ground Spirit Gra.s.s should be here." Beside him was a woman with short hair and a heroic posture. She had been training for years and had an excellent figure. Her straight thighs were tall and straight.

She was wearing a red, close-fitting dress. Her eyebrows were raised high and her eyes had a trace of coldness and arrogance in them.

The man next to him frowned. A stream of spiritual energy entered into the white jade plate, and the golden needle started spinning. Finally, it stopped in the direction that Ning Wufeng had left in.

"He shouldn't have left in this direction for too long." The man was dressed in tight clothes. A scar ran from his neck all the way to his temple. As he spoke, he was moving around like a giant centipede.

"Chase!" The siblings had cold expressions on their faces. A stream of light appeared beneath their feet as they chased after Ning Wufeng.