The female disciples of the White Deer Cave Academy looked at each other.

Even Qin Jun's voice was slow, and he didn't react...... Wang Yi, the little sword fairy who was very calm before, just stepped on the trap of the old fox, step by step, and finally angrily bet his long qi at the foot of Changling Mountain, and wanted to make a sword bet with Ning Yi.

Shengsheng slowly recalled Ning Yi's expression when he just came out of the mist, tepid, looking kind, but in fact, every sentence poked Wang Yi's heart.

This is from the beginning of the debut on the mountain, and he came to the "long qi" of Qiang Mountain?

"Cheap, too cheap......"

Among the academy cultivators in Yingtianfu, Yuan Lin looked at the two people in the center of the field with a complicated expression, especially the figure that Ning Yi walked in front of Wang Yi calmly, and said seriously: "If I were Wang Yi, I would also want to beat him." ”

Wang Yi was ready to push away the battle with Qin Jun, he was not a stupid person, and he knew that he was still a little short of the fire. Qingjun muttered, "Luo Changsheng...... No. 1 ...... on the Star List"

Lian Qing shook her head and said, "I'm too young, and I was provoked by Ning Yi in just a few words." ”

He recalled several encounters between himself and Ning Yi.

This "little uncle" from Shushan has little ability, but his mouth is really deep enough, and he is a "humble guy" who has climbed up step by step from the bottom of the market.

Qingjun was not angry or angry, and said lightly: "Changqi is a good sword. ”

Yuan Lin thought that his senior brother's words had three or four intriguing meanings, and when he looked up, he saw that there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes...... Presumably, under Ning Yi's mouth, the first one to be recruited was not the fledgling Little Sword Immortal Wang Yi from Qiang Mountain.

Yuan Lin suddenly wanted to laugh, and felt that he was also a little gloating.

......

......

"Then I'll take Luo Changsheng and educate you well. ”

After saying this, Ning Yi stood with his hands in his hands, his face was indifferent, the wind was blowing through his sideburns, and he didn't seem to be ready to make a move at all.

Many cultivators in the eastern realm, as well as the disciples of the academy, are waiting to see what the natal sword heart that this little uncle of Shushan has realized after coming down from Changling Mountain is what it looks like.

Wang Yi's wooden hairpin, tied to his hair, exploded inch by inch, he raised his phoenix eyes, and said coldly: "Ning Yi, shameless dog thief, what qualifications do you have, alongside my senior brother!"

The black robe was suddenly filled with sword qi.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The ancestral training of Qiang Mountain is to cultivate qi and contemplation, you go to Changling, but you have learned the swordsmanship of killing, and you have a lot of anger on your body, if your senior brother knows about it, you still have to catch it and hang it on the beam of the house?"

"Shut up!"

Changqi drew a spark on the ground.

Wang Yi's body sword intent boiling, this time it was completely different from the slow fight, he shook his shoulders, his whole body qi was boiling like a big lake, and at this moment his heart was filled with anger, revealing all his cultivation.

Qiangshan since Luo Changsheng, and found an amazing kendo genius, young, was found to be brought up the mountain, it is said that accompanied by a vision, the head of the three flowers gathered at the top, lotus blossoms, if you concentrate on practice, over time will be able to become a great weapon.

At this moment, Wang Yi's face was cold, and after the hairpin was broken, the baby face with immature gritted teeth was covered by the broken hair, and three lotus flowers really appeared on the top of his head, accompanied by bursts of wonderful sounds.

"It's not Taoism, it's not Buddhism...... Could it really be the voice of the Great Dao?" Ning Yi was surprised in his heart, still maintaining a conceited posture behind his hands, but he had already been cautious in his heart, he had heard that there were some cultivators with excellent qualifications, who were accompanied by visions when they were born, such as Mr. Zhou You, who secretly matched the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth with his gestures, and the little sword immortal king in front of him was different, and there were really three lotus flowers on the top of his head.

"Kill!"

Wang Yi dragged the "long qi" that was longer than himself and rushed over in an instant.

The sword qi poured in, Ning Yi raised a sleeve robe, and the frost grass swayed and shot out all over the ground, like a flying sword, uprooted from the ground, and shot towards the little sword fairy-

"Kill with a sword!"

Someone recognized this method and exclaimed in a low voice.

Among the many avenues of sword cultivation, the sword finger killing is enough to rank at the forefront, and the strength of the killing power is undoubted, but it requires the manipulator to consume a lot of mental strength, and control countless flying swords around the body, the only weakness is different from ordinary sword cultivation.

In ordinary sword cultivation, a sword is three feet long, so it is convenient to be invincible within three feet of the body.

However, the cultivation of sword pointing and killing, within three feet, is a fatal flaw.

If the enemy is within three feet of the enemy and concentrates on sword control, the shelf will be directly scattered.

Frost grass swept in.

"It's this trick again!" Wang Yi sneered, he clenched the hilt of the long qi sword, shook his wrist slightly, and those frost grasses that shot like flying swords were bounced away in an instant, before they could get close.

Until this moment, Wang Yi could finally confirm that Ning Yi, who had fought with him twice in Changling, was just a sword cultivator who manipulated the flying sword to practice the "sword finger killing" method, and his weakness was obvious, that is, within three feet-

Not far away.

Ning Yi, who was carrying his hands and silently operating the sword intent, looked at the black-robed shadow that rushed towards him after making up his mind, sneered, lightly buckled his fingertips, and read out the name of the owner of the sword intent he obtained at the Changling Monument.

"Qiangshan Dayan Sword Monarch-"

The voice falls!

Those frost grasses that were bounced open, the sword qi roared, burning on its own, spreading one by one, like chains poured with hot oil, in an instant, rumbling like a sea of fire swept away, more like a fire snake that opened its huge mouth and chose people to devour-

The sword intent of the Great Yan Sword Monarch?

The pupils of the little sword immortal shrank slightly, he stagnated slightly, and his body was grazed and shot by dozens of frost grass sword qi burning with flames, and there was a burst of burning and scalding.

After just a pause, Wang Yi took a deep breath and started running again.

The sea of fire descended, and the black-robed Wang Yi, who went against the sea of fire, was more like an ancient god, pulling out his long qi from the bottom up.

"Drink—"

Slash through the sea of fire.

Split the sword and point to the killing method.

The moment the long qi came out of the sheath, the flames of the entire world were split apart, and Ning Yi's sword intent collided with Wang Yi's sword intent, and then shattered in an instant-

The tips of Wang Yi's hair, the flames that were about to fall, were instantly annihilated by the sword qi, and the whole world let out a "buzz" sound.

Rushing into Ning Yi's three feet, Wang Yi was about to hand out the second sword-

He raised his head, and suddenly found a black shadow, hanging over his forehead, and getting closer and closer, with an irresistible coercion, suddenly descending on his heart.

Ning Yi, who was originally standing with his hands in his hands, took out a hand at this moment, made a heavenly seal, and suppressed it.

It's like the heavens collapsing.

Overwhelming.

(There will be a break tomorrow)