Donghuang, who was almost cut off by two flying swords, fell down in the storm of snowspouts, his neck circled, blood light appeared, and all the "teeth" in his mouth had been shot down by the sword qi.

This kind of pain is no longer something that ordinary people can bear.

If it weren't for the "immortal" power surging up, he would have been "dead" at this moment.

The Eastern Emperor's expression was extremely hideous, and countless evil qi collapsed inward, disintegrated, and re-condensed into flesh and blood...... Even if he has near-immortal power, he can't withstand too many such killing moves.

Ning Yi's sword hiding technique is too hidden.

Or rather...... It's too insidious.

These two swords almost killed themselves.

Countless evil qi swirled around his neck, and the Eastern Emperor fell to the ground fiercely, he only had one neck bone left, and the rest of his flesh and blood were cut by the sword qi, looking lonely, and his head could fall off at any time...... And this cone pain reminded him of that scene back then.

When Urle beheaded him.

That's what it is...... Intolerable pain.

Donghuang gasped with difficulty, holding his broken neck section with both hands, and in just a few breaths, the evil qi was covered, the flesh and blood were reconnected, the fascia was shaped, and the bones were revived...... There was a loud clattering sound in his neck, and the pain receded like a tidal wave.

And the memories of that year are the opposite, rumbling and flooding up intensively at this moment.

Donghuang supported the ground with his hands, staggered, and stood up, this wide black robe had lost his previous sense of oppression at this moment.

He looked at Ning Yi, this Terran sword cultivator who had made himself so embarrassed...... It's unbelievable that it's so ...... Young.

Ning Yi put away the two flying swords, pressed one hand on the hilt of the fine snow sword, and stared at the Eastern Emperor without saying a word, seizing the time of every breath to make up for the qi he had lost before...... If you can't find the "death hole" of the "Eastern Emperor", then the only way to win is to drag this man to death with a powerful qi machine.

He looked into the distance, in the direction of the Mother River battlefield.

After refining the "Shengzi Scroll" by himself, he could persist for a long time if he did not refuse this kind of qi machine dispute...... But can those cultivators of the Mother River and those innocent people of the King's Tent still hold on for so long?

Ning Yi's expression was ugly.

Not far away, the Eastern Emperor held his knees, slowly straightened up, stared at Ning Yi with a pair of scarlet eyes, and spoke hoarsely.

"2,000 years ago's 'Urle'...... I won't use such a move. ”

Hidden flying sword.

Ning Yi sneered and said coldly, "It's a pity...... I'm not him. If you had met me 2,000 years ago, you would have died a much worse death, and there would never have been a resurgence like now. ”

Donghuang smiled indifferently, and he said softly, "Really...... There are many people who want to kill me, and the only one who really does it is Ulle back then. ”

He paused and sneered, "It's a pity that now, he is completely dead, and I am still standing here. ”

Great earthquake tremors.

Tornadoes fly.

The soles of Ning Yi's feet, the grass clippings undulated, and the stone grains trembled and shattered.

He looked at Donghuang, imitated the former's tone, and sneered softly, "Yes......"

The Eastern Emperor frowned.

He looked to the side, the snowspout that wrapped the two of them, the momentum was vast, the space inside was so spacious, unheard of, and even when he stepped into the grassland, he had never experienced this kind of "natural disaster", such a "disaster" was a kind of catastrophe for ordinary people, and for a great cultivator like him and Ning Yi, at best, it was just adding some scars to this vajra physique.

Donghuang smiled and said softly, "You don't think ...... With this snowspout, you can bury me?"

Ning Yi didn't speak, just stomped on the ground with his feet.

The next moment, Donghuang's complexion changed suddenly.

In the snow-white storm in the distance, first a black light flashed, the whole land was no longer calm, dozens of times stronger than the previous tremor appeared, the land undulated, the end of the snow-white storm, like a pitch-black iron horse jumped high, the forehead-covered iron horse neighed, and rushed out of a long line, and then there was a swarm, countless countless iron horses, out of nowhere, in this snowspout, one after another, rushing to the unknown "distance".

And Ning Yi and Donghuang were like two "mayflies" that stopped in front of the mighty iron horse, and they were swallowed up in an instant.

......

......

The sound of a "bell".

In the darkness, the firelight flashed, and the sound of gold and iron colliding, even if he had been prepared, Ning Yi was smashed upside down by this huge percussion force...... He looked in disbelief at the iron rider who had knocked him into the air.

The last time they met, these Iron Riders were nothing more than ghosts.

And now, it has become a solid real iron horse!

The fine snow sword blade rotated and opened the screen, flying on Ning Yi's side, one by one the sword qi, cutting the mist, opening a large piece of light, in this torrent of thousands of troops, Ning Yi was like a stubborn stone, struggling to resist the torrent.

He narrowed his eyes and looked to the other side of his side.

The man who was defenseless and was swallowed by the torrent of iron horses in an instant was suffering from the impact of the tide at this moment, the Eastern Emperor roared and kept slapping, his palm was extremely strong, and he shattered a strong horse with one palm, and kept opening the way, and at this moment he also captured Ning Yi's figure.

He roared angrily, swept in the direction of Ning Yi, and on the way to run, he was hit by an iron horse from the side of his face, Donghuang obviously underestimated the strength of the iron horse's fierce collision, and the whole person instantly pulled towards the direction of the iron horse's sweeping, he suddenly clenched his arms, hugged the figure and threw it to the side, clearing a large piece of Qingming.

Then a narrow shadow of sword qi flashed in front of the Eastern Emperor's eyes.

"Stab" sound.

He leaned down, the fine snow sword qi brushed his cheeks, and then swept back, the Eastern Emperor tried to hold the flying sword with the palm of his hand, but in the end it was only in vain, and the fine snow with a series of blood beads "snapped" and returned to Ning Yi's scabbard.

The sword qi is back in the sheath.

Ticking blood fell to the ground.

The Eastern Emperor looked gloomy.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless.

The two of them looked at each other across thousands of troops.

These iron horsemen, there is no so-called "hostility", they wash evenly and densely where the snowspouts pass, without purpose and without enemies...... They are like unowned treasures, a mighty army that is no longer under anyone's control after Lionheart's death.

"Yin soldiers crossing the border...... Donghuang said with a hoarse smile: "It's really a good method...... You think you're going to kill me?"

Ning Yi smiled: "Don't you feel familiar?"

Donghuang narrowed his eyes, he glanced slightly, and then clenched his fists.

The swords, horses, and iron armor of these iron riders are all filled with an aura that they are extremely familiar with.

It's the same as it was from 2,000 years ago.

Almost identical.

"O the old part of Urle...... It's just dead people, and the yin qi gathered by chance allows them to reappear in the world for a short time, and as long as this snowspout dissipates, they will also disappear. He sneered: "After that, I will let this grassland completely annihilate." ”

Ning Yi let out a deep breath.

He said quietly, "Okay...... Then give it a try. ”

He began to run, and there was the neighing of a war horse beside him, Ning Yi, who was not tall, fell down suddenly, his feet slid down, his face was up, and he swept the horse by, the whole person was like a butterfly wearing flowers, holding the fine snow scabbard with one hand, and inserting it into the earth downward, even if it was not unsheathed, the fine snow sword qi still shook through the tip of the sheath, penetrating the earth with great ease, and cutting a small ravine.

Donghuang's face was expressionless, he couldn't make such an action...... Even if he made it, he couldn't avoid the impact of the iron horse like Ning Yi, so he simply stepped forward and slapped away all the things that stood in the way along the way.

The two figures are about to collide together.

Ning Yi pulled his sword out of its sheath violently.

The fine snow exploded with a crisp sound.

The Eastern Emperor put his two fingers together, containing all his strength on his fingertips, and collided with the tip of the fine snow sword, and the sound of blazing wind and thunder sounded.

Ning Yi stepped on the earth with both feet, holding the sword in both hands, the sword qi was as fast as a mess, and one after another of the divine wind and thunder exploded around the two, one after the other, shuttling in the wave of the iron horse, the sword qi and the source of the slash collided, and the aftermath of the wave made the iron horse turn over on his back a few feet away, and the two no longer looked like stubborn stones that were difficult to resist in the torrent of iron horses...... It's more like a dam that can change the direction of the river's turbulence.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and raised his six senses to the extreme.

The sword qi is getting faster and faster, faster and faster.

Clusters of blazing light exploded at the door of the Eastern Emperor, and bursts of white light rose on the faces of the two of them, and in the eyes of the Eastern Emperor, Ning Yi was no longer holding a sword in both hands...... This human sword cultivator seemed to have given birth to several arms, and the countless sword qi was no longer an illusory shadow, but like a thousand-armed bodhisattva, stretching out his long arms, casting countless sword moves.

The avenue is long, and the sword qi is fruitful.

Jianhu Palace, Shushan, Yingtianfu, Bailu Cave, Purple Mountain...... Countless sword qi cultivation moves spread out in Ning Yi's palm, the wind and thunder rolled, and the divinity of the sword wielder roared and roared in this torrent of iron horses.

Ning Yi achieved a "suppressive" upper hand.

And what suffocated the Eastern Emperor was that the speed of this human sword cultivation was getting faster and faster, and his strength was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't show the slightest fatigue on his body, and there was an overflowing golden light in his eyebrows, which seemed to be filled with endless vitality.

Under this golden light, this human became more and more courageous.

In Ning Yi's eyes, the Eastern Emperor saw ...... An angry roaring lion.

In the last sword, the sword qi shattered the Eastern Emperor's protective body, Ning Yi inserted a sword into the Eastern Emperor's shoulder, and fought with Ning Yi so far, for this kind of pain, the Eastern Emperor is already very familiar...... What he didn't expect was that this human gave up the good opportunity to "chase after victory", did not pull out the long sword, and tried to pierce his "vital point", but used the power of this sword to shock himself and throw himself away.

This is...... Why?

Donghuang's eyes were a little confused.

His body flew out uncontrollably.

Ning Yi imprinted a palm on the East Emperor's chest, and all his strength blasted out, he raised his head and pursed his lips.

There was a long line in front of him, very similar to the last time...... Rubbing his ear, his eardrum trembled, and only the sound of "buzzing" remained.

The iron arrow is like a flower, blooming incomparably bright, and blazing.

And what is different from the last time.

The arrow was not aimed at himself, but at the unsuspecting black-robed man who was flying in the air.

A long thread that runs through the Iron Rider.

On the small hill in the distance, the silhouettes of the three great generals appeared from the mist, and the great general with a gloomy face let go of the hand that was on the string.

Donghuang's face was stunned, he looked at his chest in a daze, a ray of blood light poured out, and the power of the source was shattered by this arrow.