Three days later, Ning Wushuang arrived as promised, standing at the foot of the Sword Tomb Peak in high spirits. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wound three days ago has been completely healed by Xiaoqing, and there is no appearance of being injured.

If it weren't for the order of the sect master, there would have been a sea of people around at this moment.

The early morning of the Burial Sword Sect was exceptionally quiet, and only occasionally one or two birdsong could be heard.

Ning Wushuang closed her eyes and listened quietly, as if she was in nature, enjoying it very much.

But this enjoyment is only for a moment.

The wind broke the silence and brought Ning Wushuang to his senses.

Ning Wushuang looked up, his gaze gradually becoming gloomy.

"Don't look at me like that." The white-haired middle-aged man stared at Ning Wushuang coldly, and said with a cold snort.

Ning Wushuang retracted his gaze and said in a low voice, "What are the three trials. ”

The white-haired middle-aged man smiled contemptuously, waved his hand, and suddenly a strong wind rose under Ning Wushuang's feet, bringing Ning Wushuang to the top of the mountain.

Staying on the ground, Ning Wushuang looked at the white-haired middle-aged man beside him with a gloomy gaze.

I saw the white-haired middle-aged man raise his hand, the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain peeled off, and a hundred-zhang-long single-plank bridge clearly appeared in Ning Wushuang's sight.

The single-plank bridge is surrounded by clouds and mist, and there is a bottomless abyss below.

Ning Wushuang was shocked in his heart, if he unfortunately fell, he would definitely be crushed.

"After crossing this bridge, you will pass the first trial." The white-haired middle-aged man said indifferently, and then waved his robe and flew to the opposite side.

Ning Wushuang stared at the single-plank bridge in front of him, his back wet with cold sweat.

Swallowing his saliva, he muttered to himself, "Ning Wushuang, how could you be frightened by this." ”

As he spoke, he took a step forward, but this was just the first step, which made Ning Wushuang's whole body and even his bones begin to tremble.

Because this single-plank bridge is not fixed, but will shake.

Ning Wushuang's face was very ugly, which was clearly intended to take his life.

I hate the white-haired middle-aged man even more in my heart.

However, in order to obtain the qualification for cultivation, Ning Wushuang still exhaled, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and tried to maintain a balance and move forward.

"Huh~" After taking a few steps, Ning Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief, "If you keep it like this, it won't be long before you pass this first trial." ”

Ning Wushuang thought happily.

But suddenly his face changed dramatically, a strong wind blew around him, and the single-plank bridge began to sway from side to side.

Ning Wushuang immediately squatted down, trying to keep himself from falling.

"Where's the wind?" Ning Wushuang was very puzzled in his heart, this wind came too suddenly.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank and became gloomy, staring at the breath flowing in the hands of the white-haired middle-aged man opposite, Ning Wushuang was eager to cut the white-haired middle-aged man with a thousand knives.

"Don't think that being so embarrassed will keep me off." Ning Wushuang gritted her teeth, thinking firmly in her heart.

At the same time, hold the single-plank bridge and crawl forward.

After advancing for a short distance, the wind around him did not howl again, but Ning Wushuang did not stand up.

He knew that this was just the eve of the storm, and maybe the white-haired middle-aged man was going to play some tricks, and holding on to the single-plank bridge could allow him to move forward more safely and effectively.

The corners of the white-haired middle-aged man's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer.

The fingers were sealed, and the milky white breath lingered on the tips of his fingers.

Then a sharp sound pierced through, and a cold light shot out from the tips of the white-haired middle-aged man's fingers like a streamer, shooting towards Ning Wushuang.

On the way, this cold light quickly condensed, turning into a three-foot long sword, flashing with a penetrating cold light, and roaring away.

Ning Wushuang was shocked in her heart, and scolded the white-haired middle-aged man thousands of times in her heart.

At the same time, when the long sword flew, the palm of his hand slapped fiercely on the single-plank bridge.

The body rose into the air, and the long sword clashed, forming a shocking hole in the single-plank bridge.

Ning Wushuang stood on the single-plank bridge with his feet and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although he has not cultivated in the past ten years, Xiaoqing has also taught him a lot of physical skills, so he can do that today.

The white-haired middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, his face turned cold, and his big sleeves waved.

Suddenly, under the sleeve robe, several long swords were sacrificed, and they formed a circle on the way, besieging Ning Wushuang, who had not yet stood firm.

Ning Wushuang's face changed drastically, and he scolded the white-haired middle-aged man thousands of times in his heart.

But at the same time, observing the lightning fast flying sword, my mind quickly thought about how to dodge.

But before Ning Wushuang could figure out how to avoid it, several flying swords that rushed to him stopped, and in front of Ning Wushuang, there was a seeping cold glow.

Ning Wushuang was puzzled in his heart, but the change in the flying sword in the next moment made his heart tremble, and cold sweat flowed from his back.

These flying swords, one illusion two, two illusion four, and finally thousands of flying swords surrounded Ning Wushuang.

"White Frost!" Ning Wushuang's eyes were red, and he waited viciously for the white-haired middle-aged man opposite, and at the same time called him by his name.

Bai Shuang disagreed, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and he looked at Ning Wushuang indifferently with an almost crazy expression.

It was as if Ning Wushuang's pain was his happiness.

"If you give up, the old man will stop." Bai Shuang's words were cold, making the thousands of flying swords, at that moment, tremble violently, and they were about to swoop down at any time.

"Give up?" Ning Wushuang gritted his teeth, "Even if I die, I will not give up." ”

Bai Shuang's eyes were indifferent, but in the depths of his gaze, he was cold and murderous.

"Humble ant, wait for the sanction of the Burial Sword." White Frost snorted softly, and the thousands of flying swords swooped down at the same time.

The flying sword made a desperate sharp sound, and at the same time, countless cold rays were like streamers, wrapped into a circle, enveloping Ning Wushuang in it.

Hiss~

A flying sword slashed through Ning Wushuang's arm, and a heart-wrenching sensation instantly hit Ning Wushuang's brain.

Ning Wushuang felt a splitting headache, but before he could react otherwise, countless flying swords overwhelmed him.

Bai Shuang looked at Ning Wushuang, who was drowned by the flying sword, snorted coldly, turned around and lifted off to leave.

But before he could fly, he frowned, because he felt that Ning Wushuang behind him still had vitality.

He immediately stopped his departure and turned to look at the single-plank bridge.

I saw Ning Wushuang holding the single-plank bridge all over his body, covered in blood, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his breathing was extremely weak.

"White Frost, if you want to kill me, you have to let me die." Ning Wushuang said weakly, he knew that the white frost had killed him.

White Frost's eyes were cold and he didn't speak.

At the same time, the white frost pinched the trick, and the abyss under the single-plank bridge gradually became clear.

The raging flames rose up, placing the single-plank bridge, including Ning Wushuang, in a sea of fire.

"Kill you?" Bai Shuang snorted coldly, "You can't help but look down on yourself too much, but the trial is just your poor strength." ”

Ning Wushuang didn't speak, his heart was replaced by coldness, and the heat of the raging flames around him couldn't warm it.

Click~

The single-plank bridge was destroyed by flames, and Ning Wushuang fell into the sea of fire along with the broken single-plank bridge.

When Bai Shuang watched Ning Wushuang's figure disappear into the sea of fire, he put away his spell and turned to leave.

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