"Whoosh".

Arrows galloping, piercing through the black mist.

The sword light collided with the arrow light, Ning Yi, who was speeding up, flipped the sword light with one hand, and the vast divinity of the fine snow was draped in the torrent of three feet around him, and the iron horse stepped on the ground, he was like a big calligrapher and painter holding a slender brush, and the sword qi wolf waved between the waves, chopping out the splashing and scattered thick ink, and splitting the territory in the torrent of iron riding.

The three generals guarding the ancient coffin, even if they only have a wisp of Yin Soul, still have extremely powerful combat power.

The ancient coffin in the imperial tomb has a divine crystallization accumulated by the Lionheart King during his lifetime.

So what about this ancient coffin?

Ning Yi ran on the snowfield, the top of his head was a pitch-black tornado that swept the wilderness, and the flying debris hit the inner wall of the "tornado", like a burly dragon climbing the ancient well of Tongtian, all living beings were prostrate, and thousands of iron horses were riding on the vast snowfield to fight, and the three lonely generals guarded the ancient coffin where the deceased rested.

The general with a broad figure, his hands pressed on the handle of the knife, and slowly pushed out a silver bright knife light, at the moment when the knife light was out of the sheath, the figure of the general suddenly disappeared on the small hillside, and in the next moment, Ning Yi's forehead hit a majestic black figure like a mountain, he lifted the fine snow, the figure was expressionless, both hands held the sword high and fell, the sword was smashed to make a trembling sound, Ning Yi roared, and did not mean to retreat, his feet stepped on the snowfield, and stepped out of a pit, the two fought against each other, beside him was the undead iron horse riding on horseback, in the torrent of horse hooves, Ning Yi held a sword in both hands, such as lifting a heavy knife, and the momentum of the knife was extremely heavy and fierce, smashing the sword, leaving no effort, the two of them are like ancient warriors who fought for a thousand years ago, one move and one type of mortgage sword, the sword qi and sword light exploded in the heavy snow and iron horse, Ning Yi kept advancing, the general with a thick figure still looked calm, but his steps were staggering, and he was constantly smashed back by the fine snow sword qi.

Ning Yi's momentum continued to rise, his eyes were cold and fierce, like a lion, ushered in a revival on this prairie of frost and all things, the divinity in his body was chopped out, there had not been such a hearty battle for a long time, in the land of the dead, everywhere was restricted, the starlight was banned, the divinity was exhausted, the swordsmanship was fighting, the available strength was quite scarce, and every step needed to be considered, if it was such a vast collision, pouring out without reservation, or ten moves, the savings of the divine pool would be stretched.

On this prairie, the mountain scroll spread out with the fierce wind of the snowspout, and the madness swept the starlight and aura within a radius of ten miles, and the sound of all living beings echoed in the divine pool.

Ning Yi held the mountain scroll in his hand, stepped on a whole vast grassland, and the sword qi in the sheath was inexhaustible.

"Get down on my knees!"

smashed the sword with one blow, smashing the thick general unable to parry, and the double swords overlapped, forcing him to resist Ning Yi's sword qi with the point of convergence.

Another blow to the sword.

Ning Yi has forgotten himself, his momentum rises eighteen floors, Xu Zang's swordsmanship is a unique killing technique in the world, the more he fights, the more he kills, the more fierce he kills, this deceased "general", obviously does not understand the subtleties here, and chooses to use Ning Yi's hard collision, after dozens of rounds, he is suppressed everywhere.

At this moment, the snow chips on the general's shoulders were shattered by the sword qi, and together with the armor on his body, there was a crisp breaking sound, and his expression changed for the first time, no longer expressionless Mu Ran, but opened his mouth slightly, frowned, indescribably strange, he stared at Ning Yi, and the knife in both hands no longer parried, but stabbed forward.

Ning Yi twisted his waist sideways, his waist was sandwiched between two swords, and his body collided in the fierce sword, splashing out of the blazing golden fire, and the whole person instantly bullied in front of this stout general, smashing the sword with a blow and slashing out, like a river falling in the sky, but unexpectedly, it was the general's "flesh and blood" that was extremely strong, and one blow smashed the sword, instead of directly cutting off the head, it made a piercing sound of gold and iron.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

The general's head was hit by the heavy force on the sword, twisted in an instant, almost flipped back and forth, and was beaten crookedly, but the next moment it was extremely fast and "returned", Ning Yi raised his head, and happened to make contact with the general's Mu Ran's eyes.

The posture of the two was a little strange.

The sword that Ning Yi handed out looked like a "bird" in his arms at the moment, and the Yin Da General, who was thick and broad, handed out his hands with two swords as if he was opening his arms to greet him.

The great general let go of his fingers with great ease.

Two ancient knives flew out against the momentum.

Heavy snow breaks through the wind and blows up.

He clasped his hands together, strangled them fiercely, and retracted them in an instant.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted, he grabbed the sword with both hands, and stabbed it fiercely into the general's chest, and the fine snow ancient sword let out a long roar, instantly hitting the general's chest armor to pieces, and then there was a violent feeling of pressure on Ning Yi's back, and the general folded his arms expressionlessly.

Ning Yi put his hands against the hilt of the sword, and was forced to stab the "fine snow" into the chest of the general in front of him, and the other party gathered his arms without feeling the slightest pain, and Ning Yi's fine snow cut through the flesh and blood, until it broke through the piercing of the front chest and back, bringing out a bright red blood mist, these mist were not blood, but extremely rich evil qi, touched by the vast divinity of fine snow, and constantly made a crackling sound.

Ning Yi's hairs exploded, and he heard the sound of breaking the air again.

He held the ancient sword with both hands, the hilt of the sword was pressed against his chest, and the King Kong body let out a trembling roar, after stabbing the other party in half, Ning Yi still did not break free from this "solid" embrace, and the sound of breaking wind came in an instant, shooting towards the two people who had no way to move.

The stout general was a head taller than Ning Yi, and the whole person was like a small mountain, holding Ning Yi tightly at the moment, Ning Yi's feet couldn't land.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, the divinity fell to the bottom of the pool, the whole person's body was like a thousand pounds falling, smashed to the ground, like a cannonball, and at the same time a touch of blood exploded next to his ears, Ning Yi put his hands against the fine snow, and ran forward with this hill in one breath, the stout general's mouth made a ho-ho sound, and the clouds in his ears continued to explode, in front of him was the galloping iron horse and the broken black mist, the evil qi in his body was constantly dispersed under the fine snow divinity, after ten breaths, Ning Yi, who was about to unload the qi, ran to the end of the dirt slope with a hill, and the armor on the stout general in front of him had been shattered and constantly thrown in the air, the whole body turned into a rich evil qi and dispersed.

And from beginning to end, the ancient king of the northern realm wearing a python robe did not make a move.

The sword box did not even open a line, a huge scarlet python robe swayed in the wind and snow, the ancient king of the northern realm looked indifferent, his ears were the torrent and wind of the iron horse under his command, and his hands were gently placed on the sword box.

And the feminine general who kept shooting a series of arrows, after shooting an arrow, was more often like a spectator, watching the battle just now, and now he was just stringing, and he was not in a hurry to shoot arrows again.

Ning Yi smashed into the evil qi, stood up suddenly, he raised his head and stared at the small dirt slope, his body was full of anger and evil qi, and he immediately wiped his cheeks with his palm, and his palm was full of blood stains from the explosion of King Kong's body.

The arrow just now, if you don't dodge it in time......

I'm afraid he's dead, right?

Looking at the mysterious ancient coffin, Ning Yi's heart was vaguely shrouded in a shadow.

The ancient king who put the most pressure on him, dressed in a python robe, has not yet made a move.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sound of the wind and snow whistling next to his ears gradually became cold, the evil qi that was smashed by himself, with independent consciousness, condensed in the wind, first condensed into a faint outline, and the two ancient knives inserted in the grass in the distance let out a slight tremor.

"Can't you kill ......"

Ning Yi's face was a little ugly.

His King Kong physique has been broken in many places, just a double sword general, he makes himself a little unable to parry, if the python-robed ancient king makes a move, can he stop it?

He took a light breath and thought of the "Word Scroll" that he had taken from the "Land of Death" and had not yet had time to refine it.

The next moment.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

The wind was fierce.

On that small dirt slope, the python robe was wrapped upside down, and the ancient king of the northern realm, who had been indifferent, pointed his toes on the ground, and the whole person turned into a red light that rose from the ground, and instantly came to Ning Yi's face.

The two faces are pressed against each other.

Ning Yi's divine thoughts didn't even keep up with the speed of the other party, but he clearly saw the facial features of this ancient king of the northern realm, a miserable white and bloodless face, frivolous eyebrows and eyes, thin lips, and slightly narrowed eyes like a crescent moon, also like a touch of sword light, one of the hands of the python-robed ancient king had been raised, two fingers were together, and the sword qi was gathered at the fingertips.

Ning Yi's fine snow instantly crossed in front of the two.

The two fingers of the ancient king of the python robe swept out, like a huge jade bead falling from a high altitude, instantly smashed on the tip of the fine snow sword, this extremely tough ancient sword after reforging, forcibly assumed this power that was not something that Ning Yi could withstand in this realm, the tip of the sword was hit out of a great curved arc, hit the hilt of the sword, and bounced into a semicircle, fortunately, the sword itself was intact, but under the rebound of the huge strength, Ning Yi's feet left the ground, one hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the other hand was against the tip of the sword to unload, and the whole person was thrown out。

Ning Yi's chest seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and the whole person coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He stared at the python-robed figure, and the ancient prince raised his hand, and the distant sword box instantly swept into his palm, leaning slightly into the line.

The snow was heavy, and the sky and the earth were dark.

The moment the sword case was opened.

Ning Yi closed his eyes, unable to look directly at the bright golden light, and at the same time, a violent sense of foreboding surged up in his heart.

The snow tide rumbled and rolled over.