Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He picked up the sword and approached the clay statue, took out a black cloth from his waist bag and wrapped it around his cheeks, stepped on the dragon search talisman, and flew up, he did not take the extremely fast singularity again, but returned the same way, wanting to rush out of the underground of the Qingshan Mansion.

The four major academies have all discovered the abnormalities at the bottom of the tomb, and these abnormalities must not be able to hide those great cultivators with extremely powerful perceptions, and I am afraid that even the figures at the level of the mansion master have already been alarmed.

Ning Yi gritted his teeth, leaving little time for himself.

In the flying, his complexion changed sharply, turned around, two black sleeve robes were raised, and the three swords of the scholar who were originally hovering in front of the knees of the small cave clay statue moved in unison at this moment, and the three sword qi were cut, Ning Yi raised his arm to block, the long sword and the star giant's body was hard to shake, even if the ownerless thing was of extremely high rank, the killing power was quite limited, and with two stabs, Ning Yi's sleeve robe was torn open with two long cracks, and a large pool of smoke and dust splashed from the narrow tomb road on both sides.

Ning Yi continued to fly.

The sword weapon that was slapped into the stone wall trembled, shaking off the dust particles on the sword's body, and then "slowly" turned the tip of the sword, heading straight towards Ning Yihou's heart.

So repeatedly, when Ning Yi came to the tomb of Qingshan Mansion, he had already slapped the fencing weapon no less than ten times, the body of the star giant was majestic and unstained with dust, it was already quite embarrassed, his palms were stained with blood, Ning Yi stared at the three long swords that were "chasing after him", the starlight was exhausted, and he struck a hard blow, and then reacted, lifted the gossip yin and yang above the tomb, held the sword weapon near the sculpture, and rushed out in the longan hot spring.

......

......

"Something happened underground in the Aoyama Mansion!"

The sky-high sword qi flew up from the top of the green mountain, entrenched endlessly, faintly forming a formation, and in the dark night, the sword qi rose like a big sun, and everyone noticed this vision.

The little gentlemen of Ying Tianfu woke up from their state of meditation one after another.

Under the eaves of the dragon rank bead on the sunny side of Qingshan Mansion, Qingjun, who was dressed in a green robe, opened his eyes, and he held a piece of warm jade in his palm, and he did not hesitate to crush the warm jade at this moment.

Since the last attack on the Qingshan Mansion, Ying Tianfu has invited the great Confucian of Kyoto to once again strengthen the formation, at the foot of the green mountain, once someone sneaks in and is discovered, then all the formations will be activated, and the space will be locked, even if it is a great cultivator in the Star Monarch realm, it is difficult to tear the space to move, and even the high-grade "son and mother array" will no longer work!

There was a green wood table in front of Qingjun, and the big and small things on the table, the four treasures of the academy's study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, were all broken, and the gentleness of Confucianism and Taoism in the eyes of this great gentleman of the academy was gone.

The warm jade was crushed, and the underground array of Ying Tianfu was like a dragon's spine, and it made a long roaring sound.

Qingjun looked at the dark side of Longyan Hot Spring, pressed it with both hands, and the formation of Qingshan Mansion condensed, no matter what kind of magical power that visitor had...... will all be left in Yingtianfu!

He clenched his fists, stood up, looked at the dark side of the Longan Hot Spring, which had become a prison place, and laughed loudly: "Please enter the urn!"

......

......

The night of Qingshan Mansion shattered, and several little gentlemen came with swords.

The hot spring exploded, and a figure holding a stone statue soared into the sky!

Ning Yi, whose cheeks were covered with a black cloth, looked cold, he pinched the girl's son-mother formation talisman, and found that at this moment, the space had been suppressed by Ying Tianfu's big array, and it had become wishful thinking to teleport away.

Then a cold light came!

Yuan Lin, the little gentleman of Yingtianfu, who stepped on the flying sword, stared at the visitor from Yingtianfu who broke out of the spring, raised his arm, and the starlight in his sleeve surged out.

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The cyan long sword with the three words engraved with the words "green shirt wet" and not low rank on the soles of his feet suddenly trembled, turning into ten streamers, accompanied by ten consecutive extremely fast finger points, and rushed out with sneer.

Ning Yi dragged the sword weapon with one hand and approached the clay stone statue, blocking it in front of him.

These ten streamers smashed three feet away from the clay statue of the sword, as if they crashed into the giant mountain of Mount Tai and shattered inch by inch. The sword weapon is close to the sword cultivation ancestor who is boundless in the realm of swordsmanship, and at this moment this clay stone statue is the deity, but the divinity is withered, and the flesh is withered, but the sword nature still exists.

Ning Yi, who fled all the way to the bottom of the tomb with the clay statue on his back, discovered this strangeness when he finally resisted the three long swords, and the clay statue seemed to be able to resist the sword qi!

Although this Ying Tianfu Linjun is in the back realm, he is not even a sword cultivator, and his sword qi is fragile and vulnerable, so he moved out of the clay statue in order to confirm his speculation.

Really!

Ning Yi's expression moved slightly, and he raised his head, there were already three or four long swords hanging in the night sky, and several of the little gentlemen of Ying Tianfu came, many of whom had familiar faces, each stepping on a space, surrounding themselves in the Yin Mansion.

The sword qi smashed in the sky, these little gentlemen didn't say much, and when they shot, they controlled the sword and transformed into shapes, raising their sleeves and shooting out countless sword qi!

Ning Yi moved his sword weapon close to the clay statue, slapped away all the sword qi that came from him, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and he directly killed Lin Jun, who was closest to him.

"Thief dares!"

Yuan Lin's green shirt swayed, his hands pressed, the wet vein of the green shirt suddenly condensed, an old man in a green shirt condensed by the stars, holding an oil lamp, appeared on the upper body, with a vicissitudes of life, slowly opened his eyes, and slowly stared at Ning Yi.

The yin wind came suddenly, pulling Ning Yi's clothes, and the ancient alien condensed by the wet method of the green shirt blew the lights in front of him, and countless yin winds hit in front of Ning Yi-

It made Ning Yi a little unable to open his eyes.

"What kind of is this?"

Ning Yi, who stepped on the cobwebs all the way under his feet, ran like a dragon elephant, unstoppable, just a shake of his shoulders, and all the yin winds on the way were shaken away.

The yin wind rolled upside down, and the law phase that had just condensed from the seventh realm was blown to pieces by the yin wind that Ning Yi's body shook back!

"One force to break ten thousand laws?" Yuan Lin's face changed greatly, and his heart trembled suddenly, he hurriedly pinched the trick, stepped on the flying sword under his feet, and swept the sword upward, the whole person was perpendicular to the ground, and his robe and long hair were constantly flying.

The Xingchen Giant's exercises were restrained, Ning Yi stopped his body suddenly, clenched the clay statue of the ancestor with both hands, and grabbed the hem of the base, all the way like an ancient general dragging a knife, walking extremely domineeringly slapped away the sword qi that was smashed from front to back, left and right, and after stagnation, he looked up at Yuan Lin, who was flying upwards with his sword, squatted down slightly, and made a bang.

On the ground on the shady side of Qingshan Mansion, where Ning Yi had stopped before, a huge spider web burst open.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the black-robed shadow holding the clay stone statue of humanity in both hands gathered half a breath on the spot, like a cannonball, shooting directly towards Yuanlin Xiaojun, who was flying with a sword.

Yuan Lin heard the sound of "whoosh", turned his head slightly, and was shocked to see a young man covered in a black cloth, who appeared in front of him without warning.

Ning Yi moved the sword weapon near the clay sculpture, under this smash, he did not hesitate to use the artistic conception of "smashing the sword", the clay sculpture stone statue is close to the sword, the high-spirited appearance of pursing his lips and smiling looks a little messy in the wind, if the sword weapon is close to the spirit, he never imagined that he would be smashed as a weapon?

There was a loud bang!

didn't even wail, and Lin Jun, who was wielding the sword, turned into a kite with a broken string, and the higher he flew, the harder he fell.

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In the miserable mid-air of the night, there was a series of flying blood beads-

After doing all this, Ning Yi didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

The body was still hanging in mid-air, there was a slight tendency to fall, the young man who moved the sword weapon near the clay statue, held the palms of both hands against the sword near the clay statue, pressed down slightly, put the stone statue under him, and with the majestic starlight, reversed the direction, and ejected out again-

Ning Yi was in mid-air, swooping towards the second little gentleman of Ying Tianfu.

Xinghui pulled apart in the palm of his hand, like a viscous spider web, the heavy stone statue was shaken backwards by the force of the catapult, Ning Yi clasped his hands together and clenched his fists, "extremely difficult" smashing in the air, and the long rope of Xinghui between the stone statues was like a string full of bows, drawing an extremely complete arc.

Sudden contraction.

With the second sound of "bang", the second little gentleman of Ying Tianfu, who did not focus on physical cultivation, was smashed upside down and flew out by the sword weapon near the stone statue that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ning Yi hugged the clay statue and smashed it down in the middle of the Longyan Hot Spring pool, thousands of water curtains exploded, the water vapor was majestic, and after slowly dispersing, a figure that was not tall was revealed.

The young man with his hands pressed on the shoulders of the clay sculpture near the sword, stepping on the water, the starlight attached to the soles of his feet, his black hair and black robe were wet with moisture, and the black cloth covered most of his cheeks, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Ning Yi's eyes were cold.

Turn offense to defense.

The two little gentlemen of Ying Tianfu who came from the sword began to accelerate from ten zhang away, and the sword shadows in the sky began to condense one left and one right, and finally turned into one!

The two figures were like wind and thunder, the soles of their feet exploded all the way to the bluestone, stepped on the spring, set off two huge waves, and stabbed Ning Yi left and right almost at any time.

Ning Yi didn't dodge or dodge.

The fine snow of the black cloth tied around his waist was not unsheathed.

Ning Yi raised his two palms, the sword intent in his palm burst out, the two long swords were against the palm of his hand, and the tip of the sword burst out with extremely majestic sword qi, Ning Yi snorted, his knees bent slightly, and the starlight of the seventh realm poured in, making him a little painful, but these sword qi ......

But the local chicken tile dog!

The two long swords bent into an incredible arc, Ning Yi raised the two arms, the wind and thunder trembled in the sleeve robe, and the blue talisman appeared, and a pair of huge starry eyes behind him suddenly opened.

Ning Yi clenched his palms violently, and the two long swords were shattered.

"Sword cultivation?!" A little gentleman sensed the continuous meaning on his sword weapon, and his voice became incredulous.

The two little gentlemen were pale, ready to float back, Ning Yi sucked his palm violently, grabbed the collars of the two, and pulled the two figures extremely brutally, and collided with their foreheads.

The world has become quiet.

Ning Yi gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He raised his arms, grabbed the two unconscious little gentlemen of Ying Tianfu, slowly raised them, and then stepped forward.

The water ripples and the water vapor fills.

In the darkness of the distance.

There was a gentleman in a green shirt with sleeves folded, with a lantern at his feet, who was the first to come here and never moved a step from beginning to end.

Ning Yi threw out two little gentlemen.

Qingjun didn't answer or look, and let them smash down the stone walls of the mansion on the left and right beside him.

It's still the look of the tall hands with the sleeves folded.

Qingjun said expressionlessly: "Ning Yi, you're here, why hide it?"

Ning Yi, covered in a black cloth, stood in the water vapor.

He clenched the black cloth sword at his waist and smiled softly, "You recognized the wrong person...... I'm not the cold, arrogant, handsome uncle of Shushan. ”

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