Yang Ningbing stared at this flawed young man who was able to stand calmly with a strange look. At this time, he was still in the mood to play with the dew-stained green bamboo leaves, no one had ever been able to be so comfortable in front of him, even if the Jizo King, who was the leader of the Gate of Life and Death, still needed to give three points of courtesy when he saw him.

Ten years ago, Yang Ningbing was a myth in China. Ten years later, as soon as Yang Ningbing came out of the mountain, it was still a myth!

"No one knows the true strength of my land, including the king of Jizo!"

Lin Wufeng gradually withdrew the indifferent laziness, and the bamboo leaves between his fingers were flicked lightly and then floated towards Yang Ningbing in the distance with a mysterious arc of lightning. She does know too much.

The slender crystal long sword in Yang Ningbing's hand was finally unsheathed, the phoenix danced for nine days, the sword aura soared, and the innocent bamboo leaf was split into two by the sharp sword. In the blink of an eye, under Lin Wufeng's courtesy invitation, she had swept in front of Lin Wufeng with an incomparable sword momentum, and the green silk scattered with the wind was like a blooming ghost of a splashed ink painting.

The silver needle that exuded an icy aura suddenly clashed with this ancient divine weapon, and this time, the silver needle used by Lin Wufeng was actually black! The plain black "Silver Needle" and the snow-bright divine soldier "Snow Soul" form the most vivid contrast, as if it was because of the attraction of fate, the sharp weapons of the two masters, both masters, made a sharp sound that pierced the eardrums.

"I might as well tell you, even I don't know my true strength!"

Under the resistance of the weapon, Lin Wufeng stared at the alluring city close at hand, and sneered without a trace of emotion. The sword of the Snow Soul is indeed worthy of being the top divine weapon in Huaxia, and this silver needle is obviously a little powerless than countless battles of life and death, because this is just a short knife made of the most ordinary materials! And that black color is only coagulated by too much blood.

This silver needle had already witnessed too many years of supreme glory and glory for Lin Wufeng and the Nine Yama Kings, and when Lin Wufeng killed the first person with it, it had grown up with him since it began, and it had also begun a battle record that was enough to make those ancient gods envious.

The silver needle is tragic, and the light sword is merry.

When Lin Wufeng chose the trickster in the silver needle, he was destined to kill bloody, and the ruthless slaughter on the battlefield made this silver needle even more bloodthirsty, and it had nothing to do with elegance and nobility. It's just a simple and tragic bloodstain, his own, and the enemy's, the only difference is that Lin Wufeng is still standing proudly in the world today.

The two separated in an instant, and the bamboo behind Lin Wufeng was broken alive on the spot by the huge momentum. Yang Ningbing, who flew out upside down with a sword, was about to hit a bamboo, and the original upside-down body rushed towards Lin Wufeng, who was unstable, at a faster speed, the snow soul sword intent in his hand was full of intent, and the surroundings were infiltrated by this cold sword intent so that the autumn intent became more and more intense, and the slender bamboo that was gracefully flicked by her was shattered in an instant.

"The sword is a divine soldier, a beautiful woman, why is it ruthless?"

Lin Wufeng had no intention of retreating at all, his right foot retreated half a step, and the silver needle in his hand drew a fierce edge, sublimating the killing to the gorgeous arc of art towards the snow soul with the name of the demon knife held by Yang Ningbing's plain hand, and at the moment when he was about to impact, Lin Wufeng's wrist shook slightly, and the tip of the needle, which was already slim, slid along the blade of the snow soul to the slender and weak plain wrist in a completely different direction.

Retreat from the enemy's edge, avoid the real and the virtual

Lin Wufeng's body is like a tumbler according to the principle of Tai Chi, and he can dodge Yang Ningbing's fatal sword, the blade in his hand is becoming more and more tricky, the silver needle is not a god-level weapon after all, and it is already a miracle of miracles to be able to withstand the impact of the snow soul after years of polishing and slashing, so Lin Wufeng chose another way to prove that the silver needle is incomparably sharp!

Yang Ningbing, who missed the sword, frowned slightly, and chanted with a flick of his fingers, except for the sin of life and death of hundreds of millions of monks, and the slender fingers knotted the lotus Falun seal violently broke Lin Wufeng's domineering stitch, who would have imagined that this weak and boneless little hand could burst out with such a fierce momentum. The confrontation between the two sides was inferior, Lin Wufeng teleported to a bamboo, stroked the silver needle, condescendingly looked at Yang Ningbing who looked up proudly.

The way of the sword is illusory, and the seal is strong - one soft and one rigid, complementing each other

"I didn't expect anyone to be able to reach this level with a sword, I know that you are far from using your true level, do you have to force me to do my best to be willing to show the highest mental state?"

Lin Wufeng looked down at Yang Ningbing, who was becoming more and more dazzling with a clear long sword, with a self-respecting spirit, without a trace of emotion, the feelings that were inadvertently revealed in his eyes seemed to be gradually squeezed out of his body, and the originally dim silver needles were quietly shrouded in a layer of cold and piercing black light, "I'm afraid that you won't even have the opportunity to do your best to play the sword at that time, although I know that fighting with you can't have the slightest emotion mixed in the offensive, but I still can't make a ruthless move with the determination to let your sword break, so don't force me, No matter how strong you are, you will never surpass the Nine Yama King of the Peak State, the real Nine Yama King, this is advice to you, my woman! ”

Yang Ningbing's indifferent expression that had not changed for thousands of years was finally slightly stunned, the long sword pointed obliquely at the sky, his left hand stretched out and gently pressed on a bamboo, and silently recited in his mouth, suddenly Lin Wufeng's bamboo burst open, Yang Ningbing's sword floated up, and Ye Wu, who had a premonition of Yang Ningbing's next move, stabbed an indomitable cold needle in the fragments of this poor bamboo with the inertia of falling-the needle qi was as long as a rainbow, like a sword running through the blue sky and white sun.

Silver needle, I won't let you break easily.

The bright Mars ignored each other's illusion in the simple and unpretentious tricks of the two of them because of their return to the basics, and met each other directly, Lin Wufeng once again had the opportunity to stare at the beautiful face that made the men of the whole of China obsessed and crazy at close range, only this time Yang Ningbing did not find the slightest emotion in his extremely cold black eyes, cold, ruthless, and silent.

It was the first time that Lin Wufeng had been so cautious and vigilant except for facing the Jizo King, all kinds of chaotic thoughts and thoughts were forcibly suppressed, and battle was the only instruction of the brain.

"The tip of the needle will definitely not stop if it does not penetrate the bone, and the silver needle will see how sharp and unstoppable this snow soul is today!" Lin Wufeng opened and closed the needle again without reservation, and the quiet and peaceful bamboo forest was filled with the high-spirited and heroic spirit of the Jin Ge Iron Horse like a battlefield in an instant.

"Snow Soul, one sword breaks through the sword of the world, even if it is the King of Jizo, I have no fear!"

Yang Ning snorted coldly, the murderous aura between his eyebrows was not weak at all, and Lin Wufeng, who really moved the heart of killing, brought up the clear and shining place with the long sword, and the slender bamboos all broke and fell. The wanton dancing snow soul formed a bewitching picture, Yang Ningbing's mouth moved slightly, and his other hand quietly started a tedious and strange dazzling seal in front of his chest, which contained unimaginable power, but Lin Wufeng, who was entangled by Xueliang's long sword, didn't seem to be aware of the secret movement of the kendo master at all.