Ning Wujian stood hundreds of meters outside the Holy Maiden Sect, the wind and snow swept over him, but there was no trace left, as if his body did not exist in this space at all, all existence, even breath, disappeared.

The peak of the Eight Veins Realm has already had a trace of connection with heaven and earth, Ning Wuji's set of stealth techniques is extremely high, if it is not a cultivator who has broken through the second heavenly ladder, he will not be able to find any traces of him at all, as far as he knows, among the Holy Maiden Sect, there is also the Dharma Protector Bai Junyi, at most, there is only the cultivation of the Four Veins Realm, as for Mo Zhiqing......

Under the sky outside the Holy Maiden's Gate, a sudden gust of wind rose and blew the snow in the sky.

The saint was shocked by the heavens and the earth!

Although Ning Wujian was far away from the realm of the saint who had completed his own world and interfered with the real external world, with his cultivation that was only one step away from the third heavenly ladder, he could already affect the real world a little with what he felt in his heart.

At this time, when he thought of Mo Zhiqing, his heart was still full of strong emotions, anger, fear, and shock......

However, he also firmly believed in his heart that Mo Zhiqing had experienced a battle, and if he was seriously injured like this, if he could make another move, the exercises of the Holy Maiden Sect would be too rebellious, and there would be no place for other sects in the cultivation world.

Although the state of mind was disturbed by Mo Zhiqing, Ning Wujian was able to cultivate to such a realm, and it was an unyielding martial art like the Dao of the Dao, after all, it was powerful, and with a little operation of the mental method, he could already restrain his emotions, at least the snowflakes under this sky had fallen silent, and they were still falling so gently.

Ning Wuji's gaze narrowed, and a smile appeared on his face, he saw the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Bai Junyi, the protector of the Holy Maiden Gate!

With a casual wave of his left hand, a white sword qi appeared directly behind Bai Junyi, cutting off his connection with the Saint Maiden Gate Mountain Gate formation, even if Bai Junyi wanted to retreat immediately at this moment, it was impossible.

Then Ning Wuji's figure slowly emerged from the void, his eyelids raised slightly, he looked at Bai Junyi lazily, and said, "Hand over the tokens that entered and exited the Holy Maiden's Gate Circle, and spare your life!"

Looking at Bai Junyi's eyes, it was like looking at an ant, indeed, with his realm strength, Bai Junyi was indeed similar to an ant in his eyes.

But Ning Wujian suddenly felt that something was wrong, he found that this realm was not high, and the young man who looked ordinary had no fear in the face of himself.

Frowning slightly, his slightly pale right hand shook Bai Junyi in the distance, and a cyan sword suddenly appeared in the void, turning into a giant palm, and holding it according to Bai Junyi.

The sword turned into a shape, with this kung fu, under the Eight Veins Realm, no one could avoid it, except for Mo Zhiqing's anti-heaven character.

The cautious intent in Ning Wuji's heart was not eliminated, and he was still staring at Bai Junyi tightly, as long as Bai Junyi showed a little ability to resist, the sword he hid in the void could be cut down directly.

With Ning Wufeng's temperament, even if he treats an ordinary-looking low-level monk like Bai Junyi, once he becomes cautious, he will fight the lion and do his best.

But Bai Junyi did not show any resistance in the face of this giant palm turned into a knife, and his expression was still indifferent, allowing this giant palm to restrain himself.

He knew that since the other party wanted to get the token from his hands, he would not directly ask for his own life.

Seeing that the giant palm restrained Bai Junyi, and even the flow of true qi on Bai Junyi's body was presented in his mind bit by bit, as long as the other party made the slightest move, he could be put to death in an instant.

Seeing Bai Junyi's still indifferent and indifferent expression, Ning Wujian couldn't help but show a cold smile and said, "Do you think you can stop talking with your backbone?" I hope you can still be so indifferent under the pain of true qi reversal!"

When Bai Junyi heard the threat of the sword path giant in front of him, the grandmaster master of the Eight Veins Realm, his face suddenly showed a trace of disdain, and he just asked lightly: "Which force are you to ambush and kill the head of my Holy Maiden Sect?"

Although the true qi of the whole body was banned by the other party, but the hosta was completely relied on the divine thought to make the envoy, and with the terrifying speed of the divine thought imperial weapon, Bai Junyi was confident that even if it was a powerful opponent on the opposite side, it would be difficult to escape the kill, so he deliberately showed weakness, wanting to know from the other party's mouth which force ambushed Mo Zhiqing.

After all, Mo Zhiqing is now seriously injured and sleeping, she doesn't know when she will wake up, and she may not even wake up again, if she wants to take revenge, she must first know who the other party is, even if the other party's power may be extremely huge, even if the enemy in front of her is a terrifying opponent in the Eight Veins Realm!

Hearing Bai Junyi's question, Ning Wujian couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect this young man to be so stupid, but after a while, a trace of cruelty appeared in his eyes, as the strongest master outside the big shopkeeper in the Treasure Pavilion, his murderous nature was originally the heaviest, if it weren't for Bai Junyi's mouth to ask for the token of entering and exiting the Holy Maiden Gate Mountain Gate magic circle, he would have directly tortured Bai Junyi to death, how could he wait until now.

However, at this moment, he was going to let Bai Junyi taste the taste of true qi reversal first, and the cyan giant palm shrouded Bai Junyi's body moved slightly, directly urging the true qi in Bai Junyi's body, letting them directly wash away, making Bai Junyi suffer the most painful feeling.

Bai Junyi sighed slightly, knowing that it was difficult to ask what he needed at this moment.

So, let's kill it!

The murderous intent in his gaze suddenly exploded, his divine thoughts moved slightly, and before Ning Wujian could urge the cyan giant palm, a white light flew out directly from Bai Junyi's arms.

Fast!

There was only a trace of barely left afterimage left, and it stabbed directly towards Ning Wuji's eyebrows.

Ning Wuji, who was about to make a move, suddenly felt a huge crisis spreading in his heart, this imminent and terrifying feeling, even when he faced the blame of the big shopkeeper, almost made every pore of his body explode.

"Ahhhh

At this time, he had barely seen this white mang shot out of Bai Junyi's body, but even with his strength realm, he couldn't see what this white mang was, but he knew that if he couldn't avoid it this time, he would die!

At the critical moment between life and death, the second treasurer of this Treasure Pavilion, the terrifying powerhouse above the Dao of Blades, finally showed his powerful strength as the peak of the Eight Veins Realm.

A sword that he was originally lurking in the void slashed down in an instant, towards an inch in front of him, and almost at the same time, his figure exploded behind him, so fast that even the bones of his whole body made a clicking sound, which was his ** could not withstand the speed of the explosion in an instant, and he was screaming.

But it's still not enough, as the holy women's sect master of the first generation of sect masters personally refined, to be used as a body protection magic weapon for saints in the past generations when they were not enlightened, the horror is not only so!

Hurry up, hurry up!

The hosta burst out with terrifying power and speed in an instant, and it was only a few inches away from Ning Wuji's eyebrows, and the incomparable strength even left a trace of cinnabar red in the middle of his skull.

Ning Wuji, who could almost smell the breath of death, opened his eyes violently, and the sword ray he set up had almost no effect on this white ray, and in an instant, it had been broken.

Are you going to die, are you really going to die?

The huge terror born from the bottom of Ning Wuji's heart made his strength instantly appear a trace of a shocking outburst, and before his eyebrows, three true qi barriers actually appeared, which were the guards condensed by his natal true qi in an instant.

But it was still useless, probably less than half a breath later, and the hosta broke through these three true qi barriers, still extremely firm, and stabbed at Ning Wuji's eyebrows with great sharpness.

But in less than half a breath, Ning Wujian had already seized the last trace of vitality, and he directly stimulated the more than a dozen body protection magic weapons that remained on his body.

Whether it was on the head, chest, waist, or lower body, Ning Wuji's side instantly burst out with dazzling light.

Even the slightly more powerful masters have amulet weapons, as the second shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion, how could Ning Wujian lack these magic weapons on his body, and these body protection magic weapons on his body are all super precious products.

But at this moment, he didn't cherish all of it!

"Wave ......"

A few soft sounds flashed, and the more than ten magic weapons that Ning Wujian treasured on his body were still shattered under the sharp hosta.

However, with the initial sword ray, as well as the three barriers forced out by his natal true qi, or the last magic weapon obstacle, the speed of the hosta finally stagnated for a while, and Ning Wujian finally had the speed of reaction, and slightly let go of his head.

The hosta that was originally stabbed at the center of Ning Wuji's eyebrows only swept past the side of his neck in the end, but it only swept over, and it had already taken away half of the flesh and blood directly from his neck.

On Ning Wuji's neck, even half of his trachea was exposed.

Although this kind of injury is enough to kill an ordinary person in an instant, for a terrifying master whose cultivation has reached the peak of the Eight Veins Realm, it is absolutely impossible to kill him with such an injury.

Ning Wujian didn't even cover it with his hands, his iron-blue eyebrows just trembled, and the extremely cheerful blood spring that was originally gushing suddenly stopped, and even those broken flesh and blood were still slowly healing.

Such a terrifying recovery speed.

But despite the combat power in his body, Ning Wuqian no longer dared to have any repetition, just a hoarse scream, and then retreated suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Wujian had already retreated thousands of meters away.

Without him, Ning Wujian had already thought of what was in Bai Junyi's arms!