"The rules of the imperial city, the laws of the Great Sui ......"

Qingjun narrowed his eyes, and said with a slight coldness in his eyes: "Ning Yi, are you challenging me?"

The original noisy sound of Hongfu Street has become extremely quiet at this moment.

Needle drops can be heard.

In the four academies, the genius cultivators who were praised to the status of Qingjun, even if they had not really made a move in front of the world, no one dared to question their strength.

As for Ning Yi, the little uncle of Shushan who came out halfway, there are rumors in the market...... Xiuwei is not very superb, but because he is valued by Xu Zang and has infinite potential, he is listed in the first place on the star list.

Most of the intelligence believed that once Ning Yi fought against the Holy Son-level figure of the Holy Mountain, or competed with a academy leader like Qingjun, as long as he could not show the suppressive power of Luo Changsheng back then, he would soon fall to the first place on the star list.

The disciples of Songyang Academy and Yuelu Academy looked at the two people facing each other on Hongfu Street, their faces solemn...... If Qingjun and Ning Yi fight, then the Tiandu Imperial City, starting today, will be in chaos.

The Pope frowned slightly and looked at Ning Yi, he didn't think it was a good choice.

A character like Qingjun, a real person who doesn't show his face, has hardly ever made a move, who knows how many hole cards he hid? If he really wants to fight, Shushan and Ying Tianfu can't afford to lose.

Ning Yi and the Pope's eyes met for a moment, he understood what Chen Yi meant, smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no need to worry.

Then he stepped forward, he did not shake off the black cloth wrapped in the fine snow, and the three-foot fine snow on his waist was untied by Ning Yi and held in his hand.

"It's a challenge, it's not a challenge. Ning Yi's voice was flat: "I don't use a trace of starlight, I only have a sword, Qingjun, how you pick it up has nothing to do with me." ”

Ning Yi looked around, and among the crowd, there were a mixture of fish and dragons, there were unknown people who came to his mansion every day to shout, and there were also some people who were eager to try fame, but he couldn't look down on any of them.

It's really annoying to be chased and chased all the time.

He needs a sword to let these people in Tiandu see their strength, and then weigh their own catties, so as to save the noise in their ears all the time.

This time, Hongfu Street is just an opportunity.

Qingjun is a rather conceited character, if he doesn't use Starlight, then he won't use Starlight, Ning Yi knows that he has put forward this challenge, Qingjun will not refuse, and he can't refuse.

Really.

Lianqing, who was dressed in a loose green robe, her face remained unchanged, as if she was thinking about whether to agree to Ning Yi's request.

He sensed a change in the aura of the figure behind him.

The "Little Wheel King" who has been following him for a long time should be hiding somewhere on Red Fu Street at this moment.

What made Qingjun feel a little relaxed in his heart was the killer of the underworld who was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and at this moment he transferred the murderous aura, his intuition would not go wrong, and the little reincarnation king did not stare at himself anymore, but poured the murderous aura into others.

Lian Qing's heart was slightly relieved, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Yi, as if he understood the meaning of the other party's move.

The tree is a big move.

The little wheel king is eyeing the little uncle of Shushan in front of him.

"I've been too cautious and the Wheel King can't find a chance, so now is a good opportunity...... I don't need to do it, naturally someone will find trouble with Ning Yi. Qingjun silently said in his heart: "I should go down this time, take this sword, and forget it, but it will be a trouble." ”

With that in mind, he no longer hesitated.

Qingjun looked at Ning Yi, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "You don't use Xinghui, I don't use Xinghui, just stand here, don't move or retreat, take your sword." ”

No matter how high Ning Yi's realm is, this sword can't use Xinghui, so what can he do?

Qingjun stood still, his face calm.

Even if Luo Changsheng came, without using Xinghui, he handed out a sword three feet away, what could he do to himself?

......

......

On the red street, the flow of people began to crowd on both sides, leaving.

The pontiff protected the Pope, evacuating the crowd that wanted to come and see the excitement, this small street was spacious enough, because of this turmoil, until now, most of the shops on both sides have closed their doors to prevent losses.

The two young leaders of Songyang Academy and Yuelu Academy, at this moment, finally arrived at Hongfu Street "belatedly", but they happened to catch up with the last scene.

Gu Cang and Zhong Li, each stepping on a flying sword, came from opposite directions, hovering over Hongfu Street, silently looking down.

They want to see, this lively ...... How do you want to end it?

And in the night, except for Ning Yi and Qingjun, no one else found the "Little Wheel King" hidden on the eaves, even if Cangjun and Lijun came, the figure still had no intention of leaving, and was not worried about his identity being exposed, but shrunk comfortably in the corner of the eaves, waiting for a good show on Hongfu Street to be staged.

The hidden practice of the underworld is the world's top assassination method.

The cultivation of the Little Wheel King may not be as good as the four gentlemen of the academy, but as long as he doesn't want to expose himself, then few people can predict it in advance.

A large area of space has been vacated on Hongfu Street.

The front and back ends were swept away, the breeze blew, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves of the street swayed.

The Pope frowned and asked, "Is it enough?"

The female linen-robed Taoist said softly: "Thirty zhang has been vacated, and under the ten realms, no matter how strong the sword qi is, it is difficult to reach this distance, and the red rune street is large, neither of them uses starlight, only one sword, it must be enough." ”

Swaying red lanterns, snow-white bluestone slabs.

Snow flakes blown up by the wind, and hard ice slag.

The hem of Ning Yi's black robe swayed gently in the wind, and he slowly grabbed the fine snow with one hand, and the black cloth was pinched out of the outline of the hilt of the sword.

After the umbrella surface of the umbrella sword was destroyed, Ning Yi cleaned up the excess umbrella bones and some miscellaneous accessories on Xiaoshuang Mountain, and he couldn't find a material comparable to Xu Zang's umbrella sword at the beginning, so he could only cut the sword body of fine snow from the umbrella body, take it out, and use it as a pure sword weapon.

The scabbard of the fine snow was buried with the man.

Ning Yi wrapped the fine snow in black cloth on weekdays, and the soul of the White Bone Plain blended into it, although this fine snow was sharp, it would not hurt himself.

He lifted the fine snow flat, and there was a gap of six feet between him and Qingjun.

Three feet and three feet.

This is a very close position, and he only needs to take a step forward to insert the sword into Qingjun's chest.

But Ning Yi won't take a step further.

Six-foot distance...... It was enough for him to release the sword qi of this sword.

Qingjun stood with his hands in his hands, and his originally plain complexion began to become obscure at the moment when Ning Yi lifted the fine snow.

The long sword wrapped in black cloth, before it was opened, gave him enough pressure.

Ning Yi lifted the fine snow and took a deep breath.

He pressed one hand on the center of his eyebrows, and the vortex at the dantian began to rotate slowly, and the few divine water droplets flowed slowly in the dantian, intersecting together, and were twitched by Ning Yi at this moment.

The vortex of divinity began to whirl, and the will of the master forcibly pressed under the cover.

The sword bone hidden in the fine snow began to tremble restlessly.

Even the long sword, which was wrapped in black cloth, began to tremble.

A drop of water is pumped away......

Two drops of water......

Three drops ......

A total of five drops of divine water were extracted, Ning Yi's face became a little pale, this was all the "divinity" he could mobilize, he closed his eyes and kept accumulating momentum.

In Ning Yi's mind, it was a picture over and over again.

The sword that splits the mountain and breaks the river in the back mountain stream!

The White Bone Plains extracts divinity, hands it into the sword bone, and turns it into sword qi!

I only have five drops of divinity now.

Facing Qingjun...... What kind of results can this sword do?

There was a dead silence on Hongfu Street, everyone watched Ning Yi raise his sword for no reason, and then there was a long silence, and at a distance of thirty zhang, they couldn't feel the slightest murderous aura overflowing, and the starlight flowed.

But the pressure on Qingjun is increasing.

He vaguely felt the restlessness in his bones, and the longer the other party was accumulating, the more uneasy he became.

The next moment -

Ning Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Take the sword!"

Qingjun's pupils constricted...... Here it comes!

The black cloth exploded, and a piece of fine snow revealed the snow-white sword body.

With Ning Yi and Qingjun as the center, an invisible qi machine exploded between the two.

On the street of Hongfu Street, the bluestone slabs slammed, one by one at an extremely violent speed, like a long dragon, the keel provoked, and there were street houses and shopkeepers separated by a considerable distance on both sides, and the red wall bricks and tiles were hit by the sword qi and collapsed.

In the smoke and dust.

A figure accompanied by the sword qi on the soles of his feet unveiled the keel, stomping and stomping on the ground, his body half retreated like an arrow, almost parallel to the ground, leaving only his feet on the ground, and swept back thirty zhang, until the end of Hongfu Street, then he stopped suddenly, stepped on the ground, and a spider web bloomed on the soles of his feet.

Qingjun's hands, which were originally behind his back, were already lifted to the end of Hongfu Street, and the green robes on both sides were shattered, resisting the erosion of the swift and unparalleled sword qi, although he did not use the starlight, he still made a move after all.

Qingjun's face was cloudy, and after standing still, his hands no longer covered his face, but crossed a crossed skimming track.

Skimming sleeves.

With the action of skimming the sleeves with both hands, the sword qi that was rolling more and more fiercely on the Red Fu Street was wrapped in his sleeves, and he suddenly swung his sleeves like a doll's anger, so the small buildings at the end of the two sides suffered, and the dull two loud sounds, smoke and dust splashed, and slowly collapsed in place.

Everyone's eyes were on the black-robed little uncle.

The three-foot long sword, which was as white as snow, shattered the black cloth wrapped in it, revealing the true face of fine snow to the world.

Ning Yi's face was calm.

The eyes of the two great gentlemen of the academy were moved.

The little wheel king shrunk into the eaves with narrowed eyes.

The whole street was dead silent.

"Invincible, unbeatable. The woman in the hemp robe said softly: "This ...... Is it fine snow?"

"Nope. Chen Yi's voice was softer, and he said seriously: "This is Ning Yi." ”