There are fireworks in Juliu Town under the starry sky.

It was the movement generated by the first collision between the desert silver spear Ning Xianshan and the mysterious opponent who was also a cultivator of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky.

After an instant, the two Venerables exchanged moves as fast as lightning, shaking the head of Baili Juliu Town, and the thunder and sparks were like comets, endlessly.

And those brothers who were divided into the streets and alleys of the town to chase the wings of the big banner gate also fell into a fight to the death. They were also the same countercurrents in the crowd who had turned into small streams.

The sword appeared, and the blood splattered.

With the advantage of numbers and the long-range assistance of the archers who occupy high positions and hidden, the more than 100 longbow chasers of the Daqimen have the upper hand and faintly suppress the opponent in less than a few rounds.

On the other hand, Ning Xianshan, the silver spear in the desert, gradually fell into a predicament.

It turned out that the realm of the two was almost the same, even if the other party used strange tricks to kill the machine, Ning Xianshan, who had a silver gun in hand, was also sixty percent confident that he would be invincible.

But every time the silver spear danced the Jedi to fight back, an inexplicable voice would echo in his divine consciousness, warning him that he could not move his murderous intentions.

The voice was like a wake-up call, and it rang endlessly.

It was the voice of Liang Liang, the main body of the dragon coffin.

Although the voice was Liang Liang, the content of Changming was the golden rule of Bai Zhiqiu, the unparalleled Demon Gate Master five hundred years ago.

Therefore, when Ning Xianshan makes a move, he often exposes a momentary hesitation.

There is a lot of change in the blink of an eye.

Under the change, Ning Xianshan felt very difficult.

To kill, or not to kill?

This question came to mind, and he was hit hard by a blow, and the white-robed figure and the desert silver spear in his hand flew upside down for more than 300 zhang, drawing a long silver light in the night sky, and then smashed down heavily, destroying a clay tile house.

In the smoke and dust, the sound of scolding came out. After entering the rivers and lakes and now there are countless battles of life and death, Ning Xianshan, who has never been so restrained, is full of anger.

In the ruins, he lifted the silver spear and spat on it, looked at the night sky of the galaxy and complained: "Do you see Master Zu? It's not a mountain...... Phew, it's not that Xiao Ning doesn't obey your commandments, it's really this kid who is ruthless and deadly. Xiao Ning pondered that no matter how scruples he had, he was afraid that in less than twenty moves, he would have no life to saddle up and serve under his knees to admire your old man's unparalleled demeanor. ”

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth and looking at the empty starry sky, Ning Xianshan showed a bloodthirsty and hideous smile, as if this was his true face: "If you don't reply, Xiao Ning will acquiesce to you?"

Ning Xianshan retracted his gaze and restarted

Falling on the guy who was condensed into a golden body protection qi with fist intent all over his body, he couldn't help but praise: "Look at my brother's cultivation all over his body, he is not like a cultivator in the two unknowable places of Wuyue Realm and Water Moon Cave Heaven. ”

"The wind and rain in all directions in the west of the sky, the mountain master has roughly calculated, excluding one day, one place, one floor, one mountain and one forest, and the one who practices the knife, could it be that you are a person from the Wind Thunder Garden?"

The golden aura enveloped his whole body, and the man stood unmoved. I don't know if I can't understand Ning Xianshan's words, or if I'm thinking about something.

Seeing that the opponent didn't reply, Ning Xianshan, who knew the style of the people under the Feng Lei Yuan surnamed Li, breathed a sigh of relief: "Since it is not the door of the Feng Lei Yuan surnamed Li, the mountain master is relieved." ”

After speaking, Ning Xian's mountain qi machine poured like a flood. The white robes were lined up, and the guns were pointed at each other.

"Eat me a shot. ”

"Desert Meteor!"

……

"Hey, where's my silver gun?"

Before the supreme supernatural power of the desert meteor was completed, a strange wind blew by, so fast that Ning Xianshan, who had cultivated in the Tribulation Realm, felt incredible.

At that moment, he only felt a stroke of his palm, and the desert silver spear disappeared. He was amazed when he suddenly heard a secret sound in his ears.

"Covering the moon. ”

At the same time as the secret sound entered the ears, or even earlier, as early as the moment when the wind blew on the face, the endless galaxy in the night sky was instantly dull, like countless lights and candles extinguished by the wind.

Heaven and earth are as if they were undivided, and they are pitch black.

The mysterious Venerable who stood on the void had a good cultivation. Although he was a newcomer, limited by the rules of this heaven and earth, he could only exert seventy percent of his strength at his peak state for a period of time in the future, but he still caught that inexplicable white wind in the gap of time.

Yes, compared to Ning Xianshan, he saw the color of the wind. Based on this alone, his cultivation is already above the desert silver spear.

Of course, Ning Xianshan's mind is not here. And this person's goal or the opponent he will lock in the future will inevitably be slightly higher than Ning Xianshan, this is all a later story.

When he sensed that the unknowable variables were coming, this Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm with surging fist intent did not hesitate at all, and in the absolutely dark night sky, he reined in his divine power and retreated!

The thunder and lightning flashed three thousand feet away.

Then, there is no more.

Ning Xianshan saw it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears.

He saw the vicissitudes of the sea and the unpredictable changes like the wind and rain, which can be described as ten thousand years at a glance. He came back to his senses in a trance, realized that ten thousand years were over, and saw the snow drifting in the world.

Snowflakes fell on three thousand

On the figure outside the zhang, the latter was silent, frozen from head to toe.

It was only now that he heard the sound of 'returning snow'.

Then there's the 'Rainbow'.

A dazzling cold light as wide as a hundred feet rose from the ground, shattering the frozen snowman that stepped on the void, and the cold light disappeared into the nine skies.

Ning Xianshan looked at the bottom of his eyes, and counted three breaths silently in his heart.

So outside the sky, there was a muffled thunder.

……

Ning Xianshan was shocked.

Staring feverishly at the white-robed figure that gradually solidified in the dilapidated ruins and rubble not far in front of him, the word saint lingered in his consciousness and lingered.

Practicing for half a life, he had no choice but to paint the ground as a prison and imprisoned himself in Tianxi, he never had the opportunity to see the powerful style of the god introduction realm, but the easy freehand of the curtain to destroy the catastrophe was absolutely indescribable if it were not for the word god citation.

So the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

Bai Zhiqiu, the master of the Demon Gate, was a unique figure in the world five hundred years ago, who did not regard the evil demon as an ancestor?

Such a saint is standing in front of him now...... The three styles of covering the moon, returning to the snow, and the rainbow are vivid, and Ning Xianshan can't help but be fascinated.

Bai Zhiqiu held his hands and held the desert silver spear in his hands, and slowly approached. After a few cursory glances, he nodded slightly: "In terms of gun path cultivation, you have entered the top three in the world." ”

Ning Xianshan God returned to the soul.

Recognizing the identity of the white-robed saint, he had long since lost the pride of being a fierce opponent in the desert of Tianxi for decades, and he also subconsciously took away the fierce and rough spirit on his body, which was diametrically opposed to the bookish aura, and said solemnly: "Xiao Ning does not dare to rank in the top three with the door master. ”

He called himself Xiao Ning.

Bai Zhiqiu threw the desert silver spear over, and said with a light smile: "Fang Cai three styles, from the Luo family of Luohe County of the Great Yan Empire in the past. Although he is worthy of the ability to establish a mountain, it is difficult to enter the world. This seat only casts the saint realm and adds a few domain rules, otherwise it will not take a few breaths to subdue the demon with the gun path alone. ”

Ning Xianshan listened carefully, and he was quite contemptuous of the six words 'spending a few breaths', but he didn't dare to disdain it.

So he said respectfully: "I have only heard that there is a spear immortal Dai Sect in the Wuyue realm in the wind and rain in the eight directions of Tianxi, and I don't know that the other one that the door master said is ......."

Bai Zhiqiu raised his eyes and looked at the north, as if he had seen through the endless night, and saw a lonely boat: "Do you know anything about the ferryman?"

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