There is murderous intent.

The killing intent was very strong, rich like an indissolvable night, densely spread around the body, but there was no substantial existence.

A gust of wind, a wisp of sword qi, and even a sawdust that burst open and brushed his cheeks.

The sword formation of Xiao Wuliang Mountain is part of the killing intent, the ma-robed Daoist in the distance is part of the killing intent, and the Tiandu Iron Cavalry waiting outside the ridge is also part of the killing intent...... But these are not what Ning Yi is really "afraid of", Ning Yi's Shenhai is as calm as a mirror.

But under this calm mirror, there is an extremely dangerous turbulent wave, and that wisp of true killing intent that I don't know where to hide is like a sharp needle, hanging on the mirror of the Divine Sea, and even against the junction of the sea-

So the whole sea of gods tensed.

Ning Yi slashed a sword through a linen-robed Taoist who pounced in front of him, these fanatical believers were not afraid of death, and there were many followers of Taoism under Li Changshou's command, who were willing to play the role of "dead soldiers" in the center of this siege and killing battle.

These people are like layers of tides, surging under the big moon, these people are wearing the blue Taoist robe that symbolizes fraternity and equality in the Xiling Pure Land, and under the robe, there is a pitch-black iron armor, they pulled out their long swords, and one after another poured up, pounced on Ning Yi.

"Bait" like Gu Xiaoyu and Xuanjing were released.

It doesn't matter.

The most important big fish is in Yan Xiling at the moment!

With a "stab" sound, a sword light slashed from top to bottom, slashing a linen-robed Taoist who rushed forward with a sword, and slashed it with a sword, blood splattered, but it never stained Ning Yi's black robe.

Ning Yi didn't use Xinghui in a big way, let alone divinity, after confirming that Gu Xiaoyu and the others retreated according to the fateful scroll, he gathered all his thoughts, but his expression was gloomy, and he glanced at the open space in the distance.

The white-robed young man who stood silently in the open space to "supervise the battle", his face was neither happy nor sad, his pupils seemed to hide a calm sea, and the royal family's "soul profile" had been watching him, under the congestion and siege of a large number of dead soldiers, the more killing methods he revealed, the more hole cards he exposed.

A trace of foreboding appeared in Ning Yi's heart, and there was also a hint of surprise.

Even if you use the life scroll, you can't find that wisp of hidden killing intent...... There is still something that can threaten him in this Yan Xiling?

He took a light breath, discarded distractions, and returned to the basics of swordsmanship.

Vast mountains, hunting winds.

The black-robed young man walked against the tide, the dance under the fine snow and the moon did not pause in the slightest, the serpentine route of the struggle cut and evolved, and it was unexpectedly self-reliant, one by one the heads were wrapped in sword qi, and then jumped up, after the body was separated, the blood splashed dozens of zhang, such a cruel picture, even the linen-robed Taoist who was determined to dedicate his life to the Taoist sect was stunned.

Too cruel, too heartless.

Is this man in front of him really a cultivator of the Holy Mountain?

In order to keep the hole cards, Ning Yi did not even use the "sword finger killing", just relying on a fine snow, with the edge of the sword blade to take people's lives, but he had no scruples, and there was no concept of "point to point" at all.

Since you have come to kill me, be prepared to be killed!

This massacre, in fact, can't be regarded as a massacre, the black robe that rushed to kill hundreds of people did not rely on cultivation for a high level, did not rely on divine domineering, and only performed swordsmanship...... One by one, I fought with the people who stopped in front of me.

It wasn't just the linen-robed Daoist who felt the fear.

Some disciples suddenly felt that the scene in front of them was very familiar, and then recalled a certain scene six years ago, the previous uncle of Shushan, trampling on the corpses of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, swinging the sword in the arc, posture, angle, and even strength, are very similar to the man in front of him.

Their eyes are full of indifference to life.

One of them is called Xu Zang and the other is called Ning Yi.

Xu Zang is the same, killing one person in ten steps and ascending to the saint

At the top of the mountain, he stabbed the mountain lord of the Little Wuliang Mountain to death with a sword.

And today's Ning Yi, the same is true, the light of the fine snow sword is pleasant, even if it is a simple and unpretentious stabbing sword, no one can stop it, the tip of the umbrella pokes out and then retracts, and one person's forehead is pierced, and the gurgling blood gushes out like a narrow waterfall, which is still the most "peaceful" way to die.

I don't know how many heads are rolling on the ground in the wasteland of Yan Xiling.

There were also more heads that were directly poked open by the tip of the umbrella, and exploded into a blood mist out of thin air like watermelons.

This is all human life.

The blood flowed, and the blade of the sword that followed the fine snow slid down, and the umbrella sword was always smooth until Ning Yi "walked out" of the encirclement of the Ma-robed Daoist, and the tip of the sword was held flat against the sword formation of the Little Wuliang Mountain...... When the three-foot Qingfeng was blown by the wind, he trembled slightly, and then wiped it cleanly like a silk cloth.

Behind Ning Yi, the dense number of "tides" has all collapsed.

Heads, severed limbs, torsos.

Blood, cold, sinful karma.

The black-robed man who walked out of the blood mist, although his body was spotless, there were two wisps of blood-red sword qi lingering on his cuffs.

Ning Yi is not like the little uncle of Shushan with "transcendent immortal energy" in the world's mouth, but more like a great devil in the Eastern Realm who kills excessively.

"Four hundred and thirty-two. ”

"In just half a pillar of incense, you killed four hundred and thirty-two people. Li Changshou's expression was full of compassion, staring sadly at the mountains of corpses, and sneered softly: "Ning Yi, you are really a big devil." The rumored Five Calamities and Seven Tribulations may not be as murderous as you, right?"

"Everyone has the right to speak of me, but you don't. I am the one who killed them, but you are the one who sent them to their deaths. Ning Yi said lightly: "Li Changshou, did you shed less blood on the night when you planned to kill Taihe Palace than today?"

Of course, this level of heart-attacking tactics will not work.

Li Changshou smiled and didn't answer.

Ning Yi's mood was very stable, and he couldn't see anything in the "profile", and the white-robed man began to retreat, always keeping a distance from Ning Yi.

Ning Yi sneered.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the huge sword array that condensed in front of him, killing those Dao Sect dead soldiers, giving Shu Xinjun time to condense the "Dayan Sword Array", this time the sword array was much grander than the Shushan Mountain Gate, a total of forty-nine carefully selected sword cultivators who fit the formation pattern, and came to the heavenly capital with Shu Xinjun...... In order to strangle Ning Yi's layout today!

In the barren clearing, forty-nine people were stretched apart like a cone, and the Shu Xinjun in the front sat cross-legged, but his feet were suspended from the ground, about three feet away, and the forty-nine wisps of sword qi floated like the sea, and the "flying sword" that Shu Xinjun refined was rising and falling back and forth in the sea of sword qi, constantly being hit by the round breath, and with each impact, the qi on his body would climb, improve, and reach a higher small realm.

On this barren ridge, a very absurd scene.

No one takes human life as human life.

Those Dao Sect dead soldiers who came to die, Li Changshou who ordered the Ma Robe Daoist to send them to death, Ning Yi who calmly accepted these lives, and Xiao Wuliang Mountain Sword Cultivator who used the time of the death of these dead soldiers to condense the sword qi formation...... No one was surprised to be in such a hell, and everyone expected such a scene tonight.

Only one person is an exception.

......

......

Du Chun was already frightened.

This Du Gongzi, since he was a child, although he has also seen dead people and battles, but where have he ever seen a picture of a person holding a sword and killing corpses all over the mountains? There was even a head, which rolled to his feet and hit Du Chun's boots, which scared this young man into a tremble, and he hid behind an ancient tree early and stared at the picture in front of him.

When he and Li Changshou walked through Yan Xiling, they saw that Xiao Ge Lao had laid more than a thousand heavy troops here, and thought to himself that no matter what, Ning Yi would not be able to escape the heavens...... These more than 1,000 people, just one person and one mouthful of spittle, is enough to drown that little teacher

Uncle, right?

Now he found out that he was wrong.

And it couldn't be more wrong.

It turned out that as long as the realm of a cultivator was high enough, the crowd tactic was useless, Du Chun looked at the black-robed man who looked like a ghost, and a ridiculous idea arose in his heart...... What will happen when those iron horsemen come, will the invincible charge of attacking the city and plundering the land be useful to Ning Yi?

The moment this idea came up, Du Chun made up the picture of Ning Yi and the people and horses cutting it open.

The sword...... It's just too sharp.

Under that sword called "fine snow", human life is like a mustard, and there will be no difference between himself and those who are in a hemp robe, and the moment he sees the sword light out of the sheath, he is already dead.

"Daddy...... Mother...... Come on......" Du Chun pleaded and prayed in his heart, his legs were already shaking like a sieve, and he hid in a dark corner, far away, for fear of being discovered.

What made that Du Gongzi's expression slightly better was the huge sword array condensed by Xiao Wuliang Mountain.

The sword qi is as thick as a dragon, tumbling like a red sea, all the nourishment and instillation to the top of the head of the "Shu Xinjun", Shu Xinjun stood up with the sword, and the sword was aimed at Ning Yi.

He knew the division of the cultivation realm in the Great Sui world, knew that Shu Xinjun was the star monarch of the Little Wuliang Mountain, and knew that the sword array was the invincible Dayan Sword Array...... It is precisely because of this that all kinds of fame from the outside world have given Du Chun a "hope".

Du Chun hoped that the sword array could suppress Ning Yi-

However, the black-robed man held his sword and walked forward slowly, directly ignoring Shu Xinjun, only Li Changshou in his eyes, he went further, and Li Changshou took a step back with a smile.

The two of them are one in front of the other.

Until Ning Yi stopped.

He raised his head, a violent wind sounded in his ears, and he was faced by a fiery red sea of sword qi, and countless countless sword intents buried him like the sky was falling, this scene was somewhat familiar.

Xu Zang faced the Sea Covering Star Jun, the same is true, right?

Ning Yi clenched the fine snow, and at the moment when the Dayan Sword Array fell, he smashed the sword with a fierce blow, lifting it from the bottom up, colliding-

"Buzz".

The sound wave rolls.

Du Chun was chiseled by the huge impact force, spurting out a mouthful of blood from dozens of zhang, his face turned pale in an instant, like a broken kite thrown fiercely, and his back hit an ancient tree, he fell to the ground, looking into the distance in shock...... The line of sight is constantly overlapping and unifying, from blurry to clear.

Seeing in a trance, Ning Yi seemed to pause for a moment.

The "Dayan Sword Array" aimed at the black-robed man and suppressed it-

After that, there was a circle of white waves visible to the naked eye, with Ning Yi as the center of the circle, after a short period of condensation, Ning Yi resumed walking, and Shu Xinjun, who passed by, was a blood line appeared on his forehead, which extended from the Tianling Gai downward, making this little Wuliang Mountain talker, his body split left and right from the central axis, and after Ning Yi walked out of the distance of ten zhang, it turned into two pieces of sliding flesh and blood.

And that's not all.

That Red Sea shattered.

The forty-nine sword-feeding swordsmen of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, after Ning Yi stopped, all exploded into a blood mist, adding a bloody and hot atmosphere on this mountain range, the cold snow and the hot blood blended, rising a blazing smoke and scorching mist.

Li Changshou has retreated to the edge of the ancient wood mountain forest.

Ning Yi stared at the little pavilion elder and said softly, "As you wish, I have taken out the sword." Do you see anything?"

Li Changshou was silent for a moment, he first shook his head, and then nodded.

"The sword is fast. Xiao Ge Lao responded very cleanly, and even with appreciation, he said lightly: "It's so fast that you can't even see what's going on." ”

Ning Yi nodded, satisfied with Li Changshou's words.

He asked softly, "Do you see the writing on my sword?"

Li Changshou frowned, a little confused.

Ning Yi said word by word: "The sword says that you must die tonight." ”