For three consecutive months, Jiang Xin spent every day in challenges or recovering from injuries. Ning Chen no longer intervened and only watched from the sidelines.
Due to the existence of powerful innates around the little girl, the innates of many major sects would usually give some face and select disciples to challenge.
After repeated challenges, the identities of the two people increasingly aroused the curiosity and suspicion of many major factions. They made many inquiries, but found little.
The little girl's skills were extremely unfamiliar. Only the sword skills seemed familiar. However, it was covered by the white light and it was difficult to remember them for a while.
Ning Chen never stayed in one area for too long with Jiang Xin. He knew that Jiang Xin's identity would be revealed sooner or later. Fortunately for the general, if Longevity Palace and Four Extremes Sacred Lands came after them, they would be in great trouble.
The two of them marched all the way from southern Xinjiang to Western Regions, and then to Northern Regions. Jiang Xin's strength improved very quickly. When they fought again, the ordinary Fifth-Rank was almost completely suppressed, and it was difficult to fight back.
Ning Chen once again increased the difficulty for Jiang Xin. The opponents required for each challenge were higher than Sixth-Rank. The gap between the two realms immediately put the little girl into trouble. During the third challenge, she met a disciple of Sixth-Rank's peak sect. After a difficult battle, she lost for the first time.
Jiang Xin's mood suddenly dropped, and he could not relax his mood for several days. Obviously, the first defeat after a long victory was a big blow to him.
"Is it painful?" Ning Chen asked for the first time in three days.
Jiang Xin nodded. The unwillingness and discomfort on his face could not be concealed. The inferiority complex that had been suppressed for a long time unconsciously rose, and he once again doubted himself.
"No one in this world is absolutely invincible. If I have to say there is, I only know that two people may be undefeated in their lives," Ning Chen said calmly.
Jiang Xin raised his head, with a hint of curiosity on his sad little face, and asked, "Who is it?"
"Your master, and one of my seniors" Ning Chen replied.
"Master, you are so powerful, have you ever been defeated?" Jiang Xin asked in confusion.
"Ha" Ning Chen smiled softly and replied, "I have been defeated, and the defeat was miserable. If it weren't for fate, I might have died in the hands of your master."
Jiang Xin's eyes flashed with shock. This was the first time she heard her master talk about what happened between him and his master.
She thought the two were very good friends, otherwise, why would the master preach on his behalf.
"Master, can you tell me more about you and Master?" Jiang Xin asked with expectation.
Ning Chen did not refuse and nodded slightly. It was time for Jiang Xin to learn more about Fan Lingyue's past. As her only disciple, how could she know nothing about her master.
Ning Chen sat down in a random place and patiently told Jiang Xin about Fan Lingyue's past bit by bit. Whether it was something he agreed or disagreed with, he said it without any subjective emotions.
Fan Lingyue The little girl needs to judge whether every action is right or wrong. He will not deliberately guide it.
Jiang Xin was fascinated by what happened. Waxing and Waning Moon's little face showed all kinds of wonderful changes. He was very shocked by what happened between Master and Master.
She really didn't expect that the relationship between the two would be so complicated, that they would fight each other in life and death, and in the end, they could support each other in life and death.
After a long time, Ning Chen stood up, glanced at the little girl beside him who was still addicted to the story, and said calmly, "Jiang Xin, everyone has their own different path. If you fall down, just get up. There is nothing to lose. Human, your master's path is short but wonderful. She has completed it. Regardless of whether she is right or wrong, success or failure, the most important thing is that she has never regretted it. The same is true for you. In fact, there is no clear boundary between right and wrong, even success and failure. What matters is how you view it in your heart."
After listening to these words, Jiang Xin fell silent, quietly thinking about what the master had said, struggle flashing across his face.
Ning Chen didn't interrupt and let the little girl think for herself. Jiang Xin needed to figure this out by herself. If she couldn't pass this hurdle in her heart, her path would stop here.
The sun sets and the moon rises, and another day passes in the blink of an eye. Jiang Xin hasn't said a word since the evening, sitting there motionless.
Not far ahead is Myriad Snow Mountain, Northern Regions, the most powerful sect besides the former Ascension Realm.
Ning Chen is waiting for a result. Whether he will go to Myriad Snow Mountain tomorrow depends on whether Jiang Xin can overcome this hurdle in his heart.
Northern Regions It was cold, especially when night came, Ning Chen lit a fire in front of Jiang Xin, and then sat quietly and waited.
Just when the cold moon rose to the southernmost sky, the aura around Jiang Xin began to change, and traces of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy lingered around, circling and rolling, forming a clear vortex.
Ning Chen A flash of relief flashed in his eyes, it was not bad, he was not disappointed.
Beside the bonfire, the increasingly obvious spiritual energy swirled, attracting the attention of many people in the distance. Under Myriad Snow Mountain, figures quickly swept out, approaching the two people with dazzling brilliance.
Sensing the approaching figure, Ning Chen's face turned cold. What was supposed to come finally came.
Three innates, seventeen ninth-level peaks, and countless others, who have obviously been waiting for a long time.
The leading man was wearing a bright silver battle armor, and his aura was extremely powerful. He had obviously surpassed Third Xiantian Tribulation.
"It is indeed you. The realm master's speculation is indeed correct." Xuan Cheng looked at the rotating cloud disk in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly.
Ning Chen said nothing. He pulled out the sword behind him and inserted it next to Jiang Xin. The sword was covered with frost, and Sword Intent loomed from time to time, making people feel heavy pressure.
The battle with the general family taught him a lesson. This time, he must not make the same mistake again.
Crimson Blade is in hand, and it's all beautiful and cold.
"Kill"
With an order, the sword light came forcefully. The two innates and seventeen ninth-level peaks were the first to bear the brunt. The army from behind caught up one after another in an endless stream.
Leng Feng approached, Crimson Blade spun in Ning Chen's hand, and swung away the two innates with one strike. Then came the ninth-grade peak swordsmanship, and Crimson Blade's brilliance dissipated into nothingness in a short period of time.
"Hmm" Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, what a strange sword formation.
The battle continued, with the two vanguard Heavenly Sword facing death, and the remaining seventeen people assisting in the sword formation, working together seamlessly, and for a while, Crimson Blade's sharp edge was dimmed.
Not far away, Xuan Cheng was holding a halberd, watching the battle unfold, ready to take action at any time.
Crimson Blade blocks the two swords and scatters the light in all directions. At the same time, the sword formation kills everyone awe-inspiring, constantly killing people, and its subtlety is amazing.
On the plain clothes, under a sleeve corner, next to Ning Chen's ears, the same sword light struck, and a trace of black hair fell silently.
"Playing tricks"
Ning Chen snorted coldly, flipped his palms and shook away the people surrounding him. The figure retreated three feet, raised his hands and pointed, a waterfall of snowflakes fell, nineteen snow-colored sword lights condensed, and with a wave of his hand, he swept towards the sword array in front.
"When"
The two innates faced each other with swords and barely managed to block it. The remaining seventeenth and nineteenth level peaks were not so lucky. Even with the power of the sword formation, they blocked 70% of Sword Intent, but they were still injured by the remaining power, and blood spilled on the wasteland.
Seeing that the sword array could no longer hold up, Xuan Cheng did not dare to delay any longer. The figure passed by and the halberd fell in the direction of the moon.
Ning Chen turned to one side to avoid the sharp edge of the halberd. He turned around and pointed his sword at Ningshuang, pointing towards the sea of Qi in the Dantian.
Xuan Cheng turned the halberd sharply in his hand, trying to block the sharp Sword Intent. However, Crimson Blade had already passed by and knocked away the spinning halberd with his sword.
There was a loud bang, blood flowers fell, and the eyes were filled with bright blood.
A strange color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, but he saw an innate strong man standing in front of Xuan Cheng with his own body, resisting a sword, and a terrifying gap appeared in his right rib.
"Luo Xiao" Xuan Cheng was shocked and angry. He grabbed Luo Xiao in front of him and quickly backed away dozens of feet. He turned his palms to gather energy and healed his injuries.
The sudden change in the battle situation left only one innate in the sword formation. The army at the rear finally followed up, with soldiers surging like a tide, and the sound of killing was loud.
Ning Chen admired the innate friendship of the person just now, but Crimson Blade still showed no mercy in his hand. The cold front passed by, and the sky was covered with blood.
The one-sided killing was bloody and ruthless. Su Yi was unstoppable in the light of swords and shadows. A waterfall of blood splashed and scattered in the sky and earth.
The army is endless, and the killing continues non-stop. The cold night of Northern Regions is so cold, just like the heart that has already started to kill, once it is opened, it will no longer show mercy.
In the distance, Xuan Cheng tried his best to heal Luo Xiao's injuries. After a long time, he finally stabilized the latter's injuries.
"I'm fine, the mission is urgent," Luo Xiao said seriously.
Xuan Cheng nodded solemnly, his figure swept forward, not daring to be careless.
The halberd that came for the kill again was obviously a bit more oppressive. Ning Chen held Crimson Blade in his hands to meet it, waiting for it with all his strength.
Luo Xiao, who had recovered slightly from his injuries, also returned to the battle with a fierce sword force, combined with another innate and the remaining sword formation, to kill and kill him.
However, the gap in strength is still huge. Even if the army continues, the sword formation is fierce, and the number of people has an absolute advantage, Ning Chen after stepping into Third Xiantian Tribulation can no longer be shaken by these people present.
More and more people are falling on the wasteland, blood is flowing, and the decline of the battle is irreversible. In the sword formation, one by one, the ninth-level peak experts who have been seriously injured look desperate, and they don't understand why the result is like this.
The cold moon gradually moved westward, which meant that the night was about to pass. Unwilling to be defeated, another Xiantian forcibly broke away from the battle and flew towards Jiang Xin not far away.
However, at the moment when he was about to take action, the silver light on the green Ink Sword shone brightly, and a terrifying Sword Intent rose up and disappeared into Xiantian's body in an instant.
With unwillingness and regret in his eyes, it was already too late at this moment. The next moment, a terrible explosion sounded, and blood and flesh were scattered all over the sky.
"Ling Jiao"
Xuan Cheng was in great mourning. Seeing that the defeat was difficult to change, he had no choice but to suppress the hatred in his heart and ordered a retreat.
Ning Chen's figure flashed and returned to Jiang Xin without pursuing him. This place was less than a hundred miles away from Myriad Snow Mountain. Since the people from the Holy Land had appeared, Myriad Snow Mountain must have known their identities.
It seems that there is no need to go to tomorrow's challenge.
The cold wind was blowing, and the desolation after the war was reflected everywhere. Beside the bonfire, Jiang Xin, who was on the verge of sudden change, finally took that crucial step. In an instant, the white light endlessly sublimated, illuminating a radius of hundreds of feet.