A bland sword made the heavens and the earth roar, and the wind and clouds were wild, and the speed was extremely slow, but it reached the Lord of Death in an instant.

The light like the sun shrouded the entire heaven and earth, like another sun appeared in the sky, such a grand scene, not to mention the sea of death, even the entire continent, has never been seen.

But in the next second, it was like a flash in the pan, and in an instant, the light in the entire world suddenly disappeared, but it turned out not to disappear, but all the light moved like lightning, but in an instant, all of them accumulated, surging to the tip of the Yansha sword.

Like the star of the pole, inlaid in the tip of the Yansha sword, not only the light is dazzling, but the powerful aura that emerges from it makes people look sideways, as if the power of the entire sky is all gathered here, even the Lord of Death, at this moment, he also feels that he seems to be the enemy of the whole world.

"Such a martial art?" The Lord of Death couldn't help but be shocked, in this world, there were not many people or things that could make him feel incredible and afraid.

The spiritual perception has exploded, and the Lord of Death clearly senses that Nie Ying's own strength has not increased, and the uneasiness that emerges in his heart is from that martial art.

In Wen Ping's house, facing the moment of life and death, looking at the weakness of his heart, Nie Ying also had this sword, but at that time, the opponent was a strange man in black, whose cognition was far inferior to that of the Lord of Death, but one thing was right, this martial art was a work of genius.

But the slight difference is that at that time, he did it with his own heart, and there was hope in his heart, and the appearance of this sword was completely used in despair, not to mention whether the realm was different, but there was one point, it was definitely different, that is, this sword had clearly appeared in the depths of his soul, in other words, he had created a set of his own martial arts.

The power of this martial art, it can already be seen from the face of the Lord of Death, it may not be as good as the Wuxuan Sword, but before the Wuxuan Sword is completed, it can definitely become Nie Ying's nirvana.

In the penetration of spiritual perception, the deeper, the heavier the heart palpitations of the Lord of Death, with his insight and eyesight, he can naturally find that this set of martial arts is not bad, unlike Nie Ying, he sees it more thoroughly, although the Wuxuan Sword is extremely powerful, cultivated to an extremely high realm, it is not an exaggeration to say that it destroys the heavens and the earth, but what is shown in front of him at this moment is Nie Ying's own comprehension, just like himself, he has a strong potential, how much power can be reached, it depends on what kind of realm Nie Ying's future achievements can reach.

The sad color in the pupils quickly disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of expectation, the body shook slightly, the hands rotated rapidly, and under the traction of the law, the majestic gray energy gushed out wildly, and at this moment, the Lord of Death did not dare to have the slightest contempt.

The energy was incorporated into the palm of the hand, and it was transformed in an instant, and a layer of extremely strange streamer gently emerged, and then the energy seemed to become extremely aura, clinging to the palm of the Lord of Death, clenching the palm into a fist, shouting, and smashing down the bland sword in front of him.

Countless air currents that had no time to escape were squeezed into nothingness between the two, and a deep spatial crack appeared like lightning, and the crack surging with black light was overwhelmed by golden light and gray streamer in an instant, and the entire sky became extremely silent in an instant.

Time stopped at this moment, and such a huge intersection did not bring more damage to this space.

An extremely heavy muffled snort suddenly broke the quiet situation, and between the fists and swords, the two streamers rose alternately quickly, but in just an instant, they were sucked away by the powerful suction in the void, and they disappeared cleanly.

Nie Ying's body trembled lightly for a moment, then he drew his sword and left his body, and flew back, looking at this appearance, this attack, he had no benefit, but he could see that this retreat could be controlled by himself, not forced by force.

At the same time, the Lord of Death also flew backwards, and there was a hint of triumphant smile on his face. At the point of impact, countless energy shock waves were continuously absorbed into the spatial cracks, and the faint thunderous explosion sound continued to pour into the ears of the two of them, just this move, if it weren't for the fact that this heaven and earth still had the effect of self-healing, I was afraid that the two of them would really break through the firmament.

"Nie Ying, you are good!" the Lord of Death said with a smile, in the case of injury, with his self-created martial arts, he was able to block an attack of his own, and retreated with his whole body, such a performance was enough to be praised by him.

"Didn't you still lose to you?" returned in vain, Nie Ying didn't have too much disappointment, maybe the previous despair made his mood improve again, and he came to the sea of death to heal his heart and defeat the Lord of Death, not to mention that he didn't think about it, at least for now.

Seeing Nie Ying's calmness, the Lord of Death smiled even more, waved his hand and said softly: "Boy, can you compare with this seat?" In his words, there was a faint sense of loneliness, he has such strength at such an age, and he will be unlimited in the future.

Nie Ying was slightly stunned, he understood what the other party meant, but it was a little strange for the expression of the Lord of Death, his cultivation was on par with the Lord of Darkness, since the latter and others could know the so-called secrets, there was no reason for the former not to know, so the stagnation of cultivation did not depend on whether they were not talented enough, or the time was not ripe.

Seeing through what he was thinking, the Lord of Death waved his hand in low interest and said, "What the master of the Profound Sword can do, but none of us have done it for many years, and this has nothing to do with the First God. ”

"Do you know the master of the Wuxuan Sword?" Nie Ying was shocked, but he also agreed a little, so he also understood why the death race appeared in the Ling Heavenly Emperor Dynasty and made a series of moves, it should be for the Xia family's treasure.

The Lord of Death smiled indifferently, a little more stunned, "It's all in the past. Nie Ying, why did you come to my Sea of Death this time?"

Hurriedly waved his palm, and the flames in the sky quickly returned to his arms with his heart, and Nie Ying said in a deep voice: "Senior, please help me and save my wife's life." ”

"Huh?"

Before the two of them could make their own moves, a cold and awe-inspiring word suddenly resounded in the sky.

"Lord of Death, Hugh wants to hurt Brother Nie Ying!"

Hearing the sudden sound, Nie Ying threw an embarrassed glance at the Lord of Death, and immediately shouted, "Unfortunately, I'm fine." ”

Like a meteor, the three figures came together quickly, ignoring the famous Lord of Death on the side, just around Nie Ying and asking questions, seeing a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth that still had not dissipated, Liu Xiran couldn't help but be furious, turned around and shouted: "Dare to hurt my big brother Nie, today I want your sea of death to truly become a hell of death." ”

"I didn't expect that there were three human beings in my Sea of Death, tsk, the cultivation is all extraordinary!" The Lord of Death laughed lightly and said, "Nie Ying, it's really your little girlfriend, the tone of her speech, even the sentences in her words are the same." ”

couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, Nie Ying hurriedly grabbed Liu Xiran, who was about to rush out, and said softly: "It's a pity, he has no malicious intentions." ”

Hearing this, the three daughters are all Da Leng, Qingyi is particularly curious, the tyranny and temperament of the Lord of Death, no one in the sea of death knows. The three of them traveled all the way, and when they were nearly a hundred miles away from here, they saw an unsightly scene of wolves, and their spiritual sense was emanated, and they couldn't detect a trace of vitality, they just knew that it must have been Nie Ying's doing, making the Sea of Death so embarrassing, why did this Lord of Death still maintain such a peaceful attitude, let alone now, even if nothing major happens, his Lord of Death is also a dead man.

"Nie Ying, you can, even my clansmen have been taken in by you as your girlfriend. With a laugh, the Lord of Death immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Qingyi, as a holy woman, is this a gift to see this seat?"

"My subordinates have seen the deceased. Qingyi hurriedly knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, Nie Ying didn't mean it, please don't be surprised, if you want to be punished, Qingyi will bear it alone." ”

Even with Nie Ying's words, Qing Yi still couldn't believe that the former would really have anything to do with the Lord of Death.

"Qingyi, I'm afraid that he will do something, the four of us together, but we don't believe that we are not his opponents. ”

"Alright, it's a pity. Nie Ying smiled, his heart was full of emotion, "The seniors won't care about these things with me, Qingyi, you get up, I want the seniors to take a look at the heart." ”

He smiled at Nie Ying, his gaze moved quickly, and finally stopped on Liu Xiran's body, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the voice of the Lord of Death became extremely solemn, "Little girl, you are a member of the Shenyuan Sect, but your breath is not like it at all?"

Liu Xiran said lightly: "From now on, there will be no such name as Shenyuan Sect on the mainland. ”

"What did you do?" Seeing that Nie Ying and the others should be, the Lord of Death inexplicably had a relaxed expression, looked at Liu Xiran again, frowned for a moment, and said, "Put the girl flat and let this seat take a look." ”

A soft force supported Xinyu and moved slowly forward, Liu Xiran frowned slightly, and pulled down Nie Ying, who nodded quietly, but did not stop moving in his hand.

Since the Lord of Death saves the heart, then he must do it without reservation, and the former wants to kill them, with his strength, he doesn't need to do anything with the heart, let alone blackmail with the heart, the strong have the dignity of the strong. However, don't Jin and that person have lost the qualifications that a strong person should have.

Looking at the figure that stayed in front of him, the eyes of the Death Race were tightly closed, and at the center of his eyebrows, the soul power surged, and then moved slowly towards the heart language, and finally gradually penetrated into the heart language's body.

Seeing that the Lord of Death had entered the state, Nie Ying's heart suddenly hung up....

After a long time, the Lord of Death came to his senses, and on his forehead, there were some beads of sweat, and he said to a few anxious people: "This woman's soul is gone, and there is indeed a possibility of recovery, who asked you to come here?"

"It's the Dark Devil!" said the Lord of Death himself, without waiting for a few people to answer.

"Nie Ying, to be honest, this seat doesn't have absolute certainty to heal her, even fifty percent of the certainty, and it doesn't have it!"