In the mist of Changling, a dull roar suddenly came.

Ning Yi, who was walking on the way down the mountain, was slightly lifted by the qi wave, he turned his head and looked behind him, the mist closed again, even if he used cultivation, he couldn't see what was happening on the mountain.

"Immortal fight...... Changling is about to merge with the mountain, and I want to hurry up and go down the mountain. Ning Yi shook his head, whether it is the mountain keeper or Chu Xuan's predecessors, they are all unattainable existences at present, Changling Mountain is not very peaceful, the battles of those predecessors have nothing to do with him, it is better not to be curious.

Approaching the foot of Changling Mountain, the fog is getting thicker and thicker.

"It's pushing me away. Ning Yi smiled bitterly, he looked back behind him, the will of the Changling Mountain Keeper shrouded the entire mountain, and these fogs carried a vague thrust, and the meaning could not be clearer.

"There seems to be a noise at the bottom of the mountain......"

It didn't take long for Ning Yi to come to the foot of Changling Mountain, he stood in the mist, under the huge and magnificent stone pillars of the mountain gate, like a swaying black frost grass, which contrasted sharply with the thick outline of the mountain.

The layers of fog behind him had closed, and only a dim darkness could be seen, and the rest was not visible.

"Is it the Academy and the Eastern Realm?"

Ning Yi took a breath, ran his mental method, and let his complexion regain its radiance, this is the breathing method of Shushan, he had just fought with Liu Shiyi on the top of the mountain, although the two of them did not use all their strength, and did not hurt the bones of the Great Dao, but if they wanted to walk out of Changling later, they would inevitably be seen by someone with a heart.

His eyes passed through the fog, swept over the rocks, and came to the foot of Changling Mountain.

......

......

"Slow down, you want to use the 'Waterfall Qin' of the White Deer Cave Academy to gamble with me on the sword?"

"Yes, just bet on the 'long qi' in your hand. ”

Qin Jun carried his hands behind his back, and in front of her, there was a heavy piano case, which was covered with a layer of black cloth, faintly flowing with the rhythm of the ancient avenue, the four great gentlemen of the academy, the identity and whereabouts of the slow voice were the most mysterious, and they had always lived in the depths of the academy for a long time, never made a move, and never showed their true faces.

Wang Yi's face was a little cold, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him.

Dongjing Lianhua came to Tiandu, and made an appointment that each person would choose a great gentleman of the academy as his opponent, and the immortal spirit body of Gui Ling Mountain was chosen

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Qingjun, the Yin God and Yang God of Taiyou Mountain chose Zhongli Gu Cang, and the last person left, that is, the slow voice, is actually the most "tricky" existence in everyone's hearts by default.

I don't know the depth.

The eastern realm lotus flower seems to be twisted into a line, but in fact, they still retain the intention of temptation with each other, and no one is willing to take the initiative to find a slow trick, this "beautiful errand" naturally falls on the head of the fledgling little sword immortal king.

Wang Yi has just walked out of Qiang Mountain, and he doesn't know that people's hearts are sinister, and he thinks that a "long qi" is enough to slash vertically and horizontally, but in fact, he is too young, and the heat is not in place, and it is a good thing to be young and vigorous, but if he doesn't work hard, he will inevitably suffer.

Gambling with Ning Yi on the sword was already Wang Yi's radical move, and after seeing the sword finger killing method of the "Uncle Shushan Little Master", Wang Yi's heart gradually calmed down.

He stared at the voice, and he was now forced into a dilemma.

If you don't bet, then you will be weak in momentum.

If it's a gamble.

To tell the truth, Wang Yi is now looking at the black-robed woman, the aura on her body is deep and unfathomable, and if she dares to say what she makes ten moves, she must be ninety percent sure in her chest.

Let's not talk about the ten moves that I really gave way to myself, can I get back the disadvantage if I am slow.

These ten moves were thrown onto the table by Qin Jun, in front of the four academies and three holy mountains, is Wang Yi really "shameless", competing with a woman, and making ten moves first?

Wang Yi let out a breath of turbidity.

He needs a quiet environment to understand his sword, after returning from Changling, he has gained a lot, once felt that he had the ability to fight with Shengsheng, now it seems that he still underestimated the great gentleman of the academy, if he can be given a retreat time, this battle will be much more certain.

"What, don't you dare?" he smiled slowly and looked at the little sword fairy.

Wang Yi said coldly: "Ten days, ten days later, I will have a decisive battle with you here, and use Changqi and Feipuqin as a bet, you can divide the victory and defeat, and you can also divide life and death." ”

"Tsk, that's a lot of anger. Qin Jun smiled and said, "Divide life and death, what qualifications do you have to share life and death with me?"

The case did not move, and the sound was slow, but one hand was gently resting on the black cloth of Mengqin.

Wang Yi's pupils contracted suddenly, he raised his hands, his big sleeves fluttered, and the fallen leaves rose on the ground.

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Spread in front of him, a thick thunder sound exploded in front of the leaf wall.

It was an ethereal syllable, after the explosion, the broken leaves were scattered, like a palm print, piercing the dead leaves, and branded at the place where Wang Yi's sleeves and forearms met, and the little sword fairy of Qiang Mountain floated backwards, his feet were still sticking to the ground, and his whole body was blown like boiling water, and the two big sleeves kept flying, and then he stood firm, his face was already flushed.

The voice was slow and his eyes were indifferent, and he said: "If you want to divide life and death, what is the difference between ten days and now?"

Wang Yi clenched the long sword, and the long qi never came out of the sheath, but the sword body was hidden in the sheath, and a sword smashed down like a stick, and a long line of heaven and earth slashed-

The great gentleman of the White Deer Cave Academy waved his sleeves for the second time.

The mighty sword qi that slashed down was suddenly divided into two halves, and an invisible sound wave swept over the slow head, shrouding it like an upside-down bowl.

The dead leaves were swept up by the sword qi.

Wang Yi's face was cold, he inserted the "long qi" in front of him, splashed a pool of flying leaves, folded his sleeves, and put his palms together, making a crisp sound of "pop".

"He-"

The sword aura in the sky is like a swimming fish.

The sound wave above the head suffered countless impacts in an instant.

The sword qi strangled in, and under the slight stamping of the great gentleman of the academy, it collapsed into ashes inch by inch and flew away.

Dead leaves explode.

It was difficult to see the scene for a while.

It was only a brief encounter, but it was already a good match.

Wang Yi's face was pale, the qi in his body was disturbed, his ears were buzzing, he lost his hearing for a short time, and the whole world was in chaos.

Stretched out a hand, patted the black-robed Qinjun who was dusty on his body, and said with a smile: "Then I will wait for you for another ten days." ”

This sentence used the Divine Soul Method, and directly entered the heart lake of the little sword fairy of Qiang Mountain, ensuring that the other party could hear it.

So Wang Yi's face became even more pale.

After saying this, the slow voice raised his eyebrows, babbled lightly, and looked back.

The fog of Changling will not disperse, and a figure will walk out of the fog shadow.

He laughed slowly.

Her voice fell on the ears of the people in Changling, startling a commotion after the silence.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ning Yi, condense the natal sword heart!"

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