In the sky above Changling, a stream of blood spurted out. ◢ With the *dream* small ◢.com

Ning Yi's shoulder tore a long tear, and the bones were visible.

Liu Shiyi had already withdrawn the sword, scarlet blood and sword qi flew together, and his eyes were blazing, staring at Ning Yi.

The bright snow-white glow rushed out from Ning Yi's shoulder, like a butterfly cluster, covering the wound, and the blood quickly stopped and scabbed.

"Divinity?"

Liu Shiyi recognized the origin of this glow, and he was so surprised that he lost his voice.

The divinity in this world is an extremely rare substance, even if the star is ignited, it is difficult to capture a little divinity from the starlight, and every wisp is of great help to the cultivator.

Ning Yi is just a cultivator of the Seven Realms, and the blood in his body is actually mixed with divinity?

A pale young man with a sword in his shoulder, holding an oil-paper umbrella with both hands, stood firm.

The glow shrouded, and the divinity in these blood spurted out along with the blood, quickly evaporating, and shrouded the top of Ning Yi's head.

Ning Yi's expression, walking out of the Changling stele, has been tired, at this moment after being hit by Liu Shiyi's sword, frowning and suffering for a moment, he opened his eyes again, and instantly swept away all the decadence.

He finally understood where the imperceptible abnormality in his body came from after he broke through the back realm.

In his blood, there was originally a majestic starlight, but at this moment, it was mixed with wisps of divinity.

Divinity in the marrow.

No wonder his own starlight is more powerful than the starlight of the ordinary back-up.

At the top of Changling Mountain, the fog is gone, and the rain gradually stops.

Ning Yi picked up the fine snow, the blood on his shoulders had scabbed, the scab had faded, and his skin had returned to as smooth as white jade.

The black robe had already been poked out of several broken holes by Liu Shiyi's sword qi.

Liu Shiyi's sword, there is no trajectory to be found, and there is no pattern to be found, each sword is a brand new sword.

"Is this your natal sword heart" Ning Yi's body, because of the evaporation of divinity, produced a rich white mist, these mist are not the same as the mist of Changling itself, more like a puff of hot smoke, his face is hidden in the ethereal, he can't see his expression clearly, and muttered: "Extremely simple sword." ”

Liu Shiyi suddenly heard a thunderbolt next to his ears.

He turned his cheek sideways, and there was already a trace of blood grooming, tearing out a small narrow streak of blood.

Liu Shiyi once sat and watched the collection of books in the Sword Lake Palace, and had a general understanding of the Great Sui Sword Cultivator, this sword intent was mixed with thunder, roaring and galloping, and the momentum was huge, but it was difficult to dodge, like a Nirvana Sword Cultivator who came out of the Northern Thunder Pool many years ago.

Liu Shiyi dodged this "sword".

The huge tree behind him suddenly exploded, and a whole section of the trunk, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, was almost uprooted and flew out.

The young man in white's pupils constricted.

He saw clearly what "that sword" was.

It was a frost grass contaminated with sword qi.

There are many methods of sword cultivation, among which it is listed as the most feared means, that is, "sword finger killing", the original Lord Pei Min, with tens of millions of sword weapons, sword finger killing, can easily slaughter the city with the power of one person, intercept the beast tide alone many times in the north, several Nirvana realm powers in the demon clan world, together to encircle and suppress, were seriously injured by Lord Pei Min.

The frost grass that was contaminated with sword qi just now was three feet away from Ning Yi's body, and it hovered like a flying sword, which was clearly the method of "controlling the sword and killing it"!

This is Ning Yi's sword path?

"Frost kills a hundred grasses" Liu Shiyi muttered, he turned his head and stared at Ning Yi in the hot smoke and mist, "This is the natal sword path you realized in the stele of Changling?"

Ning Yi's face in the mist frowned.

His expression was a little confused.

He shook his head.

"No"

The sound of wind and thunder smashed again, but this time it was no longer frost grass, but a giant tree that had just been smashed by grass clippings, and the huge rolling wood suddenly came, sweeping the ground unreasonably, and after touching the ground a few times, it accelerated like a stone hitting water, and instantly reached Liu Shiyi's heart.

Liu Shiyi held the sword in one hand, turned around and cut it with a sword, the sawdust around him splashed, and the sword qi of Yan Gui Chop the giant tree open, and then the sawdust was about to be thrown away, and suddenly stopped scattering, like a pocket flying sword, turning the tip and aiming at Liu Shiyi, the radius of the three thousand six days, countless flying swords hovered for a moment.

There was a loud buzz.

The sawdust was crushed again.

With the power of a sword, Liu Shiyi, who was three feet around and a dustless place, looked at the mist, and suddenly a black shadow came out.

Liu Eleven's sword is slashed!

Pouring mountains and rivers -

In front of Ning Yi, a black curtain suddenly opened, the fine snow umbrella opened, and the dull resistance made Liu Shiyi let out a low roar in his throat, he never thought that this sword could be used in such a way.

After collecting the umbrella, the fine snow became more rapidly castrated, and it dispersed as soon as it poked Liu Shiyi's shoulder, and the shoulder of the young man in white was suddenly dyed with a piece of scarlet.

It's the same as Liu Shiyi's sword just now!

Ning Yi's expression was flying, and between his eyebrows, there was no longer confusion and confusion, and he poked out the second sword.

Snow drifts from heaven to earth.

This sword was blocked by Liu Shiyi.

The third sword.

The rain stops and the sun shines.

The fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword.

The sword qi in the sky bloomed at the tip of Ning Yi's umbrella in an instant, and the miserable white sword blade of fine snow burst out one after another with rapid brilliance, and in Ning Yi's chest, the long-dull depression was accompanied by the sword qi that was like a storm in the sky, and all poured out!

What's his kendo?!

Is it to kill with a sword? Is it to live to die? Is it snow, sunshine, and heavy rain?

Ning Yi's pupils were getting brighter and brighter, and he already had the answer in his heart.

On the top of Changling's mountain, the rain had stopped, and in the midst of countless sword qi battles, Liu Shiyi's figure was instantly submerged by Ning Yi's sword qi, and the young man in white forcibly caught all the sword qi-

The wind and frost swept through the sky, and the paraquat broke on the ground, swaying up, enveloping the two of them.

Flying sand and rocks.

Ning Yi handed out the last sword.

At the top of Changling, there was silence.

Liu Shiyi's body was full of blood marks, one after another thin and narrow blood marks, the sword on his shoulder was not deep, Ning Yi did not learn his own god, and only hastily imitated the shape of the sword, but he successfully pierced his own flesh and blood, and did not see the bones, so although Liu Shiyi's body had many injuries, they were not serious.

Slight pain, splashing everywhere.

Liu Shiyi raised his eyebrows.

Ning Yi handed out all the swords, and each sword was a new artistic conception.

Until the end, Liu Shiyi did not see through Ning Yi's natal sword heart.

Liu Shiyi asked seriously, "What is your natal sword?"

The fog swayed, and there was silence.

"It's a lack of decency, a lack of decency that ignores the rules. ”

Ning Yi smiled: "I don't like this name, it sounds familiar, but you also know, I've always been a person who doesn't like to follow the rules, let's just call it that." ”

No moments.

In the silence, there was a crisp voice.

Liu Shiyi raised his head and sighed.

After the new rain in Changling, the spring comes and freezes away, and the migratory birds fly south.

In the hands of the young man in white, the "swallow homing" that had been used for a long time clicked, and a crack opened, and then it shattered inch by inch.

The snow melts and the swallows return home.