The stone wall of the mansion, which was blocked between the yin and yang sides, collapsed.

Smoke rises slowly.

The blue-robed man standing in the smoke and dust, with the lanterns at his feet still glowing faintly fluorescent, said in a soft voice: "The academy array has been stimulated, and the matter has become big, do you think you can still run?"

Ning Yi stood on the edge of the pool, he was holding the hilt of the fine snow sword, and the divine vortex in the dantian was constantly climbing, trying to extract some divinity.

With the sword of Hongfu Street, Ning Yi tried his best to extract five drops of divine water, but at this moment, if he wanted to go head-to-head with Qingjun in his heyday, five drops of divine water would ...... Obviously not enough.

The divine crystallization of the Lionheart King was being "slowly" gnawed away by the Plains of Bones, trying to gnaw even a little bit of crumbs.

"Your Starlight Realm is not high...... When I was on Hongfu Street, I was really deceived by you. ”

Qingjun, who put his hands on his sleeves, said lightly: "To be able to kill the Little Wheel King, the people outside have underestimated you a little before, you should have some means to press the bottom of the box." ”

Ning Yi grabbed the hilt of the fine snow sword, released it again, and a lot of sweat oozed from his palm, and then clenched it again.

He stared at Qingjun with a solemn face, the great gentleman of Yingtianfu who was leaning against the door, seemed to be lazy, but in fact his whole body was tense, like an arrow that could shoot out at any time.

His accosting was because he didn't want to expose his strength, and the great cultivator of Ying Tianfu would arrive soon.

"It is said from the outside that you are the sword path cultivator who trespassed into the Qingshan Mansion last time......" Qingjun smiled and said: "But you are different from him, you didn't give me this sense of oppression, this is a very interesting thing, there is a very powerful monster living in Tiandu, but that monster is not you." ”

The man who was reclining on his back suddenly got up, no longer the lazy appearance, his hands with sleeves folded slowly drooped, and under the majestic control, the murderous aura gently stirred up the dust on the ground.

"I had prepared a lot of means for this encounter, but now it seems that ...... None of them are needed. ”

The voice fell.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

The lantern on the sole of the blue-robed man's feet suddenly exploded, and a cyan flame splashed in all directions, and the blue-robed drummed, and the cyan blazing flame jumped high, as if it had been shot through by an arrow, and sneered-

Ning Yi raised his arms to block in front of him, and the grand flame exploded three feet in front of him.

The hot springs behind him exploded several columns of water one after another!

Ning Yi no longer hid his cultivation aura, a huge star giant law suddenly appeared, the ancient and profound raised his head and shouted, two arms condensed by starlight appeared one after another, and the momentum of the palms was set in front of Ning Yi.

The burning embers on the black robe were blown away by the wind, and the water vapor poured out, Ning Yi stood by the spring pool, and the door that was leaning against Qingjun before was empty, and there was no trace of anyone in sight.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air.

Ning Yi bent down suddenly, his pupils widened, and a fist smashed into his chest without any fancy, Qingjun had already deceived himself, this punch smashed out from the bottom up, with the power of the dragon elephant, the law of the star giant was smashed to pieces by this punch, and what caught his eye was a rapidly enlarged knee.

Ning Yi grabbed the fine snow sword body with both hands and stopped it in front of him, and took this blow and knee hit with the sword body, Rao is so, still dizzy and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, his chest was in a sharp pain, and the whole person was thrown up and backwards, it was unimaginable that this great gentleman of Ying Tianfu had cultivated his physique to such an extent.

Generally speaking, the cultivation of the college

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Walkers avoid hand-to-hand combat, practice a breath of sword qi, and fight with people with starlight.

This Qingjun does not follow the usual path, he looks weak and weak, but his physique is like a dragon, even stronger than Ning Yi's!

Ning Yi flipped a few times in the air, smashed back into the pool in embarrassment, and roared out a large circle of qi, he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with one hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the other, staring at the distance with one foot with a gloomy face, and only then slowly withdrew the blue-robed man who hit his knees at this moment.

Qingjun casually threw away the masked black cloth that had just been torn off, his face was soft, tepid, his hands were turned over and pressed, and there was a crackling bone crunch sound all over his body, and the sound of fried beans was made.

He looked at the pale black-robed young man and said with a playful smile: "Ning Yi...... Where's your trick to press the bottom of the box? What about the sword on Red Fu Street? ”

Ning Yi stood up, his face was ugly, and the White Bone Plains tried several times to devour the Lionheart King's divine crystal, but they all failed.

He looked around, the fog was vast, and not far from his side was the huge clay statue of the sword.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

He puffed up a breath, and the divine water droplets in the dantian vortex flowed wildly again, pulling out, lingering, and being squeezed into the fine snow sword bones......

Ning Yi raised his arm, clutching the fine snow, and the black cloth wrapped the sword body.

This gesture is exactly the same as that of Hongfu Street.

Qingjun looked at Ning Yi who was raising his sword with interest, he knew that this black-robed young man standing with his sword raised was just a bluff, and he only had the starlight of the sixth realm.

But Ning Yi is completely different from Hongfu Street's self.

The sword cultivation sword intent comprehended by Xiaoyu Lane was majesticly and slowly compressed onto the tip of the sword.

Qingjun had a playful expression from beginning to end.

He was waiting for Ning Yi to draw his sword.

Even the distance between the two is not much different from the sword on Red Fu Street.

Genius cultivators, cultivating Xinghui cultivating sword qi and cultivating physique, no matter which path they take, they are all cultivating their own Dao heart.

If the Dao mind is not stable, then no matter how high the talent is, it will be nothing.

The sword of Red Fu Street added a crack to Qingjun's originally flawless Dao heart.

The sword of Qingshan Mansion almost shattered his Dao heart.

If the visitor from Qingshan Mansion is really Ning Yi...... And if Qingjun personally confirms this, then his path of cultivation will be overshadowed by the deepest shadow, and it will become narrower and narrower.

"Come on......" Qingjun said silently in his heart.

Ning Yi clutched his sword.

The black cloth exploded.

A series of water columns swept along with the sword qi, and finally hovered in front of Qingjun.

This sword is exactly the same as the sword in Hongfu Street.

The game between the two top geniuses of the Holy Mountain, however, the difference was that Ning Yi only pulled out a drop of divine water, and most of it was infused with the sword intent of sword cultivation!

Qingjun raised his hands, not in front of him, to make a defensive posture, but to raise his palms stiffly, and shook this unstoppable sword qi with his palms!

Exploded with a bang -

Ning Yi staggered, was hit by the huge anti-shock force, retreated one after another, almost stood unsteadily, and plunged the fine snow into the water, and the whole person slid out a long trace.

The jade tiles and tiles of Longyan Hot Spring, paving the extremely deep pool water, under the bombardment of this sword and sword qi, all lifted, the bricks and tiles were broken, like an old dragon chanting, and in the mist, Ning Yi stared at the shadow in the distance that gradually became clear from blur.

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"Ning Yi...... You ......"

The sound is slow.

The blue-robed man who raised his hands, looked at Ruyu's palm, watched the mutilated sword qi beating in his palm, and then slowly closed his palms and pressed all the sword qi to extinguish, muttered, "I'm really disappointed." ”

Ning Yi looked at the green robe, his face was a little pale.

"The cultivators in the four academies don't practice physique, I live in the Qingshan Mansion and never go out, and I don't want to fight with others, because I don't want to expose my cultivation realm. ”

On Qingjun's body, the cyan thunder crackled, and the momentum that had been climbing slowly fell downward.

"Zhongli Gu Cang's voice is slow, and he has never been an opponent I identify with. Qingjun's voice carried a hint of indifference: "The little candle dragon in the north once said that if you don't cultivate your physique, then there will always be a flaw, and with a flaw, there will be a trace of the possibility of falling into the inferior...... If I want to catch up with Luo Changsheng's footsteps and be at the top of the list in the Great Dynasty Meeting, I must not have the slightest shortcoming. ”

"On that day, I thought your sword intent was nothing...... In order not to expose my strength, I have never used any methods, Xinghui and physique, I don't want to use either, so there is the battle when you became famous, and Hongfu Street forced me back thirty zhang with a sword. Qingjun laughed: "Look at it now...... What is your sword intent?"

Ning Yi's face was a little pale.

Qingjun's cultivation realm is probably a head higher than the "Holy Son's Universal Eight Realms" mentioned by Lord Qianju, and he will destroy his Seven Realms sword qi in vain, unscathed.

He was indeed qualified to say that.

"The time is coming...... Uncle Shi should be coming soon. ”

Qingjun raised his eyebrows, he looked at the young man on the other end of the mist, and smiled softly: "Ning Yi, before I kill you, I will break your Dao heart...... Let you experience the pain of broken hearts. ”

Qingjun frowned.

The shadow of the young man on the other end of the mist slowly raised his sword again.

The hoarse voice reached Qingjun's ears.

"I still have a sword...... Do you dare to take it?"

Qingjun's pupils contracted slightly, his natural vigilance sounded, and his hair exploded to stand on end.

He stared at the figure.

On the other side of the fog -

Ning Yi held the sword in both hands, the water waves on the soles of his feet were clear, and countless ripples were born in an instant, colliding with each other and swinging away.

His face was resolute, and he slowly closed his eyes, sensing his body.

In the dantian vortex, the White Bone Plain successfully gnawed a small piece of the divine crystallization of the "Lionheart King".

Ning Yi thought of the reckless grassland in his mind.

He muttered, "Senior, can you lend me a sword?" ”

The raindrops that had been splashed by the sword qi before the pool fell slowly and landed on Ning Yi's shoulder.

The miserable white blade of fine snow cut a drop of water in half.

......

......

In the tomb of Emperor Lionheart, grass clippings are flying.

The man in the tomb, who was not very tall, wore a lionheart mask with half a face, had a gentle smile, and pressed the sword in his left hand and the sword in his right, and seemed to be able to sit up in the coffin at any moment.

This place is extremely quiet for thousands of years.

The young man's soft voice swept across the grassland.

"Senior...... Can you lend me a sword?"

The wind and rain are sudden, and the grass raises its head.

Inside the coffin, a mellow and deep voice sounded slowly.

"Yes. ”

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