There are ninety-nine formations in the Little Wuliang Mountain.

In the dark night, the towering holy mountain made a deafening roar, Ning Yi's face was pale by the sudden light, he followed behind Xu Zang, looked at the black-robed man, and slowly raised his sword-holding hand towards the heaven and earth.

The little Wuliang Mountain Lord at the top, with white hair, spoke softly.

"Formation!"

Xu Zang, who was still falling to the third realm and constantly falling into the realm, and constantly dissipating the starlight, raised his right arm, the fine snow was level with his shoulder, and he grabbed the pitch-black and simple scabbard.

The Third Realm is shattered.

The second realm.

The Second Realm is Shattered......

He was constantly losing, and eventually he had nothing.

The starlight is gone.

From the inside out, the big sleeves fluttered, this man's black robe was torn apart by the piercing sword qi, Ning Yi could barely look directly at Xu Zang's figure, he stood at the foot of the mountain, without saying a word, his momentum was lonely and majestic.

Walk with a sword.

Xu Zang began to climb the mountain, he took the first step, and the left and right sides immediately lit up with a sudden light, the black-robed man did not squint, and the hand holding the sword shook his wrist slightly, Ning Yi saw that on both sides of the mountain road, the fire of the formation burst out and splashed, and before he could completely ignite it, he was smashed by Xu Zang's sword qi.

Xu Zang looked directly at the top of the mountain, his gaze passed through all the obstacles, all the formations, the dazzling aurora, and finally pointed directly at the old man on the top of the mountain.

Xu Zang smashed the two formations, and did not rush to take the next step, but paused slightly, his voice was weak, but he still deliberately amplified it, magnifying it to the point that the entire small Wuliang Mountain could be heard.

That sentence is.

"Ning Yi, do you understand?"

The disciples of Xiao Wuliang Mountain focused their eyes on Ning Yi's body, the young man brought over by Xu Zang.

The "fine snow" on Xu Zang's body was taken out of his arms, Zhao Rui's sword, the symbol of Shushan's little uncle walking the world, this is a very representative holy relic.

The cultivators of the previous era knew what that sword meant to Xu Zang.

Xu Zang took this young man to the door of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, which was not only a provocation, but also a teaching.

He wants to teach Ning Yi how to kill.

It was his last lesson.

Ning Yi held his breath and stared at the fine snow, not daring to miss any detail.

His heart swelled up like a tide, Xu Zang's body was already trembling slightly, after the starlight dissipated, the cultivator's body had no support, and no matter how strong the sword moves, they were all overdrawing their lives.

Xu Zang's voice was extremely stable, and he said, "Next, remember." ”

Xu Zang took the second step, the formations on both sides of the mountain road were booming, the mountaineer was expressionless, he smashed down with a sword, the formation was shattered, the mountain and stone were opened, the young man followed behind the black-robed man, Xu Zang's speed was always gentle, and every sword fell into Ning Yi's eyes as much as possible.

Ning Yi saw one sword shadow after another, passing in front of him, slashing the formation, the formation shattered, falling on the mountain rock, the mountain rock collapsed, the god blocked and killed the god, invincible.

The world said that Xu Zang was a murderer.

But his sword aura did not carry the slightest hint of anger.

Calmly and gently, he used his sword to split all things that stood in his way, whether it was stones, plants, formations, or human lives.

The avenue is like the blue sky, under the blue sky, between the world, countless shackles trap every living being, no matter what you want to do, there are rules one after another, this is not good, that can't be.

It's so tied.

But in fact, there are many paths in this world.

As long as your sword is sharp enough, go straight and cut through all obstacles, don't waver, and you can reach the other side.

Xu Zang is not a murderer.

He just walked in a straight line, splitting all the rules, rules, that stood in front of him.

So.

The voice of Xiao Wuliang Mountain roared, one formation after another, accompanied by Xu Zang's foothold, quickly opened and launched, but the sword qi was faster than the speed of the formation, the majestic and thick sword qi, smashing the mountain roads on both sides, the road that Xu Zang walked, both sides seemed to have been trampled by giants, and the gravel was craggy.

The small immeasurable mountain, which is bright and thorough, begins to extinguish the flames from the bottom of the mountain.

Xu Zang stepped through one formation after another, there was darkness behind him, and the mountain of light in front of him was continuously and steadily pushed away.

Until all the light was shattered, the disciples of the Little Wuliang Mountain began to form formations, the Beidou Sword Formation, the Bafang Sword Formation, the Silence Sword Formation, and the Dayan Sword Formation...... One by one, Xu Zang was just a sword.

All of these people who stood in the way were smashed and cracked, and then they were extinguished along with Xu Zang's sword qi.

When the ownerless formations under the mountain gate were slashed to pieces by Xu Zang's sword, the disciples of Xiao Wuliang Mountain were still able to maintain their fighting spirit, condescendingly looking down at the two figures of one big and one small who broke into the mountain, and then waited for this man to be overwhelmed by the swarming sword arrays after he was exhausted...... So tonight's unevenness is revealed.

If this is the case, then there will only be one person on the small immeasurable mountain who will bleed.

However, the ignorant young man who followed Xu Zang into the mountain was seriously memorizing Xu Zang's sword moves, and he didn't care about his life and death at all...... After Xu Zang broke through most of the sword formations, these disciples of Little Wuliang Mountain were a little panicked, Xu Zang's footstep speed remained the same, and the speed of breaking through the formation even became faster.

The young man nodded frequently, and the speed at which he memorized the sword moves became faster and faster.

Then Xu Zang broke through all the formations.

Someone formed a formation to kill.

And then they all died.

Another batch of ......

Still.

The firelight of the entire Little Infinite Mountain was all extinguished, leaving only the light of the black-robed man and the young man, and then a faint voice.

Xu Zang asked, "Have you remembered everything?"

Ning Yi said: "I remember everything." ”

The two of them had already reached the top of the mountain.

Behind Xu Zang and Ning Yi, there were dense corpses lying here, and the lives of hundreds of disciples of the Little Wuliang Mountain were buried here, especially the cultivators of the Law Enforcement Hall.

It was a bloody scene, but the faces of the two parties were not the slightest different.

Xu Zang had long been accustomed to this kind of scene.

In Ning Yi's eyes, there was only the fine snow.

He knew that Xu Zang still had a sword that he hadn't handed out.

The disciples of Little Wuliang Mountain did not come anymore, and there was an old man on the top of the mountain, who prevented him from going to death senselessly.

Xu Zang's realm has fallen to the point where he can no longer fall, but the killing power has not been weakened, and no matter how many lives are filled, what will be ushered in is only the extinction after a sword.

The aura of the shattered formation, the turbulent starlight turbulence, made the top of the mountain dry, and the frost-white weeds began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mountain lord of the Little Wuliang Mountain was standing three feet away from Xu Zang.

Three feet is a sword.

This old man's face has an extremely fierce murderous aura, even if he is older, he can see that his temperament back then is completely different from Liu Shi of Jianhu Palace, and he must be a resolute and resolute person.

"Little Wuliang Mountain has a mountain master like you...... It's really a blood mold. Xu Zang smiled, looked at the old man, and said, "There only need to be one person to bleed tonight, and that person should not be covered by the sea, nor should it be those who have just fallen under my sword." ”

The voices between the two seemed to freeze.

Standing on the mountain gate, those little Wuliang Mountain disciple elders who were controlling the flying sword and mediating nervously, but kept a distance of fifty zhang away, could not hear the conversation between the two people.

But Ning Yi can.

"As long as you come and get this sword, then they don't have to die. Xu Zang sneered: "But you don't dare, you're afraid, you want those people to help you consume some sword qi, so that you have more chances of surviving." ”

"You never cared about their lives, the so-called unity of Little Wuliang Mountain...... It's just a means to win over people's hearts, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, which is absurd. ”

The Mountain Lord of Little Wuliang Mountain was silent for a moment, and responded calmly: "Xu Zang...... If you have scattered your cultivation and not found my little Wuliang Mountain, but found a barren wilderness and spent the night lying down, then no one would shed blood tonight. ”

Xu Zang sneered.

"If you hadn't gone to Pei Min on that night ten years ago, but found a wilderness and spent the night lying down, then no one would have shed blood tonight. Xu Zang's voice carried a hint of indifference, and he said hoarsely: "The powerful are afraid of higher powers, and you always blame others for the unfairness...... When it's time for reckoning, now you're starting to be afraid?"

The Lord of Little Wuliang Mountain took a deep breath and said sincerely: "You killed more than two hundred lives of Little Wuliang Mountain tonight, and the Sword Lake Palace only paid for two lives, Xu Zang...... We'll give the same sincerity to the Sword Lake Palace as an apology, how about it?"

Xu Zang was stunned.

Then he laughed.

Ning Yi had never seen Xu Zang laugh so out of shape, and his hoarse laughter could be heard in the entire Little Wuliang Mountain.

The face of the mountain lord of Xiao Wuliang Mountain is not good-looking.

More than two hundred disciples had died, but he still couldn't see the depth of Xu Zang's cultivation, let alone where Xu Zang's endless sword qi came from.

He only knew that after tonight, Xu Zang would be a dead man.

He is willing to agree to all Xu Zang's requests, just wait for tonight to pass.

The laughter stopped.

Xu Zang looked at the little Wuliang Mountain Lord, tears burst into laughter, he patted Ning Yi's shoulder, and said softly and gently to the Little Wuliang Mountain Lord: "I only need one thing." ”

Ning Yi concentrated and waited for this moment, he had been waiting for a long time.

The little Wuliang Mountain Lord, who had been concentrating from beginning to end, suddenly a vague black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he poked lightly between his eyebrows very slightly.

Xu Zang withdrew the tip of the scarlet umbrella of fine snow, looked at the old man, and asked with concern word by word: "I have already taken it." Do you hurt?"

The little Wuliang Mountain Lord, who had participated in the Tiandu Bloody Case ten years ago, was a great cultivator older than the era of the Covering Sea Star Monarch, and he only felt that his eyebrows suddenly froze and became a little sticky.

The old man raised a hand in confusion, touched the center of his eyebrows, and tore it as if something had been revealed, and he looked at the blurred white of his palm, like a snowflake.

The meaning of silence poured out from the moment he took it off, and the scarlet blood flowed on the snow-white "skin", and he suddenly knelt on the ground, and the sea of souls sank, and there was a dead silence.

The whole small Wuliang Mountain, seeing this scene, the old mountain lord knelt on the ground, his forehead seemed to be torn open by himself, and a large amount of blood burst out from the vertical pupils, like a waterfall gushing out, the skin was as white as blood, and the ground was dyed red and demonic.

In an instant, the remaining disciples of the entire Little Boundless Mountain were all red-eyed.

Those Great Cultivators of the Destiny Star who didn't make a move, gritted their teeth, and almost fought with Xu Zang.

Xu Zang grabbed the fine snow and straightened his spine again.

The black-robed man standing with his sword in his hand completed the revenge he wanted, grinned, and looked at the formations in the sky, as if he was ready to slaughter the entire holy mountain.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded on the top of the small Wuliang Mountain.

"Enough. ”