Liu Shiyi's face was a little strange.

Because of that ancient book, he has also seen it.

That ancient book is not only circulated in Xiling.

In the west, in the east, and even in the entire Great Sui world, it is very famous.

The person who wrote that ancient biography of the rivers and lakes is said to be a very good cultivator, and like the current small candle dragon Cao Ran in the north, he is burdened with a special inheritance, which seems to be the bloodline of the ancient dragon clan.

The sword god from the wilderness of Xiling, surnamed Ximen, has the same name as the Drifting Snow Sword Monarch of the Sword Lake Palace.

In that ancient book, the painting described the "Penglai Immortal Island", which has a relationship with the Jianhu Palace, and many of the islands.

The Lord Night Lonely City of Baiyun Island, who came from overseas Penglai, came to Tiandu to try to usurp the throne of the Great Sui and launched an unspeakable conspiracy, which ended in failure.

The final ending.

The two extremely strong sword cultivators fought on the top of Changling Mountain, and the fog of Changling dispersed, and the whole day was very lively.

"The decisive battle at the top of Changling......" Liu Shiyi thought for a moment and said, "It's a little interesting." ”

In the world of the Great Sui, of course, there is no swordsman named "Ximen Piaoxue", and there is no Baiyun Island Lord who practices the sword move of "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky", and it is impossible for anyone to dare to launch a mad thing of plotting to usurp the throne in this era.

"Actually, I thought it was all true. ”

Ning Yi smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said: "On the top of the Changling Tomb, there is the 'primordial stele' necessary for ascending the throne of the True Dragon, if the Lord of Baiyun Island wants to ascend the throne, he must climb to the top of the Changling, not every emperor of the Great Sui is as powerful and invincible as he is now, even if it is the first emperor, there is a day when he dies of old age and illness, coups and rebellions are inevitable changes in history." ”

Liu Shiyi looked at Ning Yi quietly.

"I have always felt that the hero who bears the reputation and bloodline of the "ancient dragon" is real, the decisive battle at the top of Changling is real, and the disputes in the rivers and lakes in this world are all real. Ning Yi said calmly: "I like what the great cultivator wrote, and it wasn't until I personally climbed the Changling Tomb today that I knew that the decisive battle at the top of the Changling Tomb might be true...... But the person who will choose the decisive battle here will never be Ximen Piaoxue and the Lord of Baiyun Island. ”

Liu Shiyi suddenly felt that after he met Ning Yi, he sometimes couldn't help but want to laugh.

He tugged slightly

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At the corner of his lips, he asked curiously: "Why can't it be Ximen Piaoxue and the Lord of Baiyun Island?"

"Because the top of the Changling Tomb is too small, if the two of them really want to fight, they should choose to be on the top of the palace and the top of the Forbidden Palace. Ning Yi said helplessly: "If I write it instead, I will change the top of Changling to the top of the Forbidden City." ”

Liu Shiyi couldn't help but laugh.

He asked again, "So, who would choose to fight on the top of Changling?"

"You. ”

Ning Yi paused and smiled: "And me." ”

"This place is not big, but it is enough for two people who have not broken through the Ten Realms. ”

Ning Yi picked up the oil-paper umbrella and poured his qi into the umbrella, and the white sword blade of the fine snow was gently rotated out.

"I have seen all the Changling Sword Monument, and that natal sword heart is only a trace that can be condensed. Ning Yi took a light breath and said, "I think you're the same?"

Liu Shiyi still pressed the "swallow homecoming" and remained immovable.

"I pursue simplicity, and you also pursue simplicity, one is from three thousand to one, and the other is from zero to one. Ning Yi looked at Liu Shiyi and laughed softly: "If you don't laugh, it seems that it does look like Ximen drifting snow." ”

Liu Shiyi looked at Ning Yi, raised his eyebrows and said, "But you don't look like the Baiyun Island Lord who wants to usurp the throne at all." ”

Ning Yi smiled.

"That's ......," he muttered softly, picking up the snow and "because I won't lose." ”

The mist at the top of Changling was suddenly cut open.

Ning Yi swept out, and the oil-paper umbrella was smashed down by him from top to bottom, this is the smashing sword that Xu Zang taught him, Liu Shiyi drew his sword at this moment, and handed out a tricky and weird long line.

A fierce sword light exploded out of thin air.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, the oil-paper umbrella was shocked out of his wrist by the huge force, but it was still under Ning Yi's control, and in half a breath, the fine snow changed from his left hand to his right hand, which looked like Liu Shiyi's sword strength, helping Ning Yi complete an extremely natural hand-changing action.

Again, smash the sword!

The soles of Liu Shiyi's feet sank, and the earth and stones splashed, and the white-clothed young man's throat let out a slight muffled snort, and he subconsciously sprung up in his mind, the countless sword path secret scrolls of the Sword Lake Palace, if he used the sword he had learned

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move, then Ning Yi's sword style will immediately collapse.

But Liu Shiyi didn't.

It's like running wildly in the face of heavy rain on the Changling Mountain Road.

The rain has not been heavy.

Two shadows, one black and one white, collided together.

Liu Shiyi let go of all his thoughts, and then handed out the sword from zero to one, there was no longer a sword spectrum or a routine in his mind, and each sword was a brand new sword.

The sword qi was raging, and it swam around the two like dragons and snakes.

Ning Yi's eyes were shining, and in his mind, he was flipping through countless sword qi artistic conceptions, Liu Shiyi's sword moves were extremely simple, but also difficult to entangle, he kept throwing away useless artistic conceptions, and on his sword body, he repeatedly tempered the idea of being able to resist Liu Shiyi's sword qi.

This is a kind of discourse in the sense of sword energy.

The two natal sword hearts, which can be condensed by only a trace of each other, gradually tend to be full in the continuous collision.

......

......

"These are two good young men. ”

The white-robed man stood in the mist, and beside him, stood Xu Qingyan, who was wearing a hood.

The monk of Kunshan just looked at the end of the mist in Changling, two young sword cultivators who were entangled together, Xu Qingyan stood in the mist, she looked at Ning Yi's figure, a little worried.

"Don't worry. The monk smiled and said, "The outcome of this fight is not important, and no one will be injured, you can put away that killing weapon, this is the guarantee of your survival." In fact...... Even if Ning Yi is in danger, there is nothing you can do, standing here, you can try to give away a little divinity and see if you can succeed?"

Xu Qingyan tried to convey divinity through the White Bone Plain, but found that the bridge that would have been successful in the past had no reaction at this moment.

The girl's pupils constricted slightly.

She looked at the white-robed man, hoping for an explanation.

The monk just smiled and shook his head.

"Aren't you going to come out and meet the mountain guard?"

He spoke calmly, his voice echoing through the mist.

The voice just landed.

On the other side, next to the originally empty sleeve robe, wisps of black gas condensed, and the tall and atomized shadow of the mountain keeper walked out.

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