Shen Yuanjun looked at the empty valley in front of him, the cold wind of whimpering echoed between the mountain roads, and the strings of Qianyujun had been broken, but the sound of playing the violin had not yet disappeared, and it swept away with the cold wind, hitting the mountain wall.

Ice and snow overlap.

Huofeng's withdrawal was extremely crisp, probably because of the reason that he came from Badu City.

The cultivators of this vein have an extremely aggressive style, never hesitate, and do what they say, vigorously and resolutely.

Huofeng's departure and arrival were extremely abrupt.

In this attack, the most deadly, in fact, is not the Dragon Emperor Palace, nor the Eastern Demon Domain, it is precisely a person like Huofeng, the more neat the opponent, the more elusive it is, the more the killing intention of Ning Yi in Badu City, there are not so many interest factors, simple and direct, but it is a pity that it ...... There was a little bit of a mistake in the process, otherwise the follow-up story would not have happened at all...... Everything was as early as Changqi Mountain, and it was drawn to an end by the fire phoenix.

For Shen Yuanjun, who is cautious by nature and does things well, winning this "game" is actually not a thing to be proud of, he calmly looked at the place where Huo Feng and Gu Dao stood before, the pair of senior brothers in Badu City, have left the Gray Land Realm at this moment.

The sword intent he planted in the "Heavenly Phoenix Wing" quickly diminished as the distance continued to pull.

Huofeng really didn't have a love affair, and completely gave up the slim chance of "attacking" Ning Yi, and returned to the demon world.

"Gone?"

A dull cough came from beside him.

The strings of the guqin are broken, but there is not much sadness in the eyes of Qianyujun, the strings can be continued if they are broken, and the lives of people cannot be burned again...... Everything is moving in the direction of light.

Shen Yuanjun nodded and said, "The sword intent has been eliminated, and they have returned to the demon clan." ”

Qianqijun let out a deep breath, he stood up, carefully knocked the broken guqin into the case, and then wrapped the black cloth with his own hands, this wide case looked more like the sword case of a big sword after being wrapped in black cloth...... was carried behind his back and put on a gray robe, and the murderous aura on his whole body suddenly converged.

In the battle of the valley, he fought with the ancient road of Badu City so far, it was inseparable, in the realm of Xingjun, each other did not reach the final "limit", although the original intention of this battle was because of "Ning Yi", but after the fight, both of them forgot about other factors in the outside world, and only each other was in their eyes...... The ancient path is difficult to defeat among the demon monarchs in the demon clan, and the same is true for Qianzhenjun, who was born in the general's mansion, and his cultivation talent and temperament are all superior.

"The cultivators of Badu City are the great enemy. Not to be underestimated. He coughed dullly, one hand lightly covered his chest, the previous fierce battle, his physique was slightly defeated, leaving some dark wounds, and now his chest is still stuffy, Gu Dao's age is quite young among the demon clan, he is an extremely amazing genius, it won't be long...... His realm will be even better.

Such an adversary is indeed worthy of attention.

"There are very few incense in Badu City, and there are only a few disciples in the door, and there are only a handful, all of them are the remnants of the ancient imperial race. Shen Yuanjun pondered slightly and said, "They may become extremely powerful cultivators in the future, but after all, they are only individuals...... And not the so-called leaders. ”

Qianqijun hummed softly.

The transcendent power of the Southern Demon Domain, Badu City, has never had a so-called "leader" appear, like Huofeng, Gu Dao, these extremely famous cultivators, although their personal strength is strong

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, but the personality is casual, too free, and will not choose to give up freedom and take responsibility...... Moreover, if you really become a leader, you may not be able to play an effect that matches your cultivation strength.

Shen Yuanjun stopped talking.

He looked at where Huo Feng and Gu Dao had left, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After Qian Qijun put away the guqin, he was silent, standing silently beside his senior brother, he looked at it from his senior brother's point of view, the valley was empty, and the cold wind and the sound of the qin were also eliminated, leaving only a swirling phoenix fire.

Senior brother is looking at that fire?

Qianyujun pursed his lips, and he suddenly had some chaotic thoughts...... In this war, Badu City was the first to appear, and the first to exit, not so much that they were clean and neat, but that they were sharp.

They were the first to come forward, and they wanted to take Ning Yi's life before intercepting the Eastern Demon Domain and the Dragon Emperor Palace.

And now the exit...... For what? Won't you suffer losses? In the whole battle, there were only two great cultivators in Badu City who participated in the battle, and judging from the extreme speed of the fire phoenix in the world, who could stop them if they wanted to push back the demon clan?

It's impossible for even my own senior brother to ......

Qianyujun's pupils contracted.

His breathing became rapid, too.

Because in his mind, a figure slowly emerged.

He looked at the side, the tall man dressed in a golden coat, at this moment, Shen Yuanjun stretched out a hand, the wisp of red phoenix fire burning in the void, with his hand, suddenly flew over, and was held into his palm, there was no real flame, but like a drop of water, hovering above Shen Yuanjun's palm.

Shen Yuanjun stared at the wisp of flame, his five fingers flexed, his fingertips rubbed gently, the phoenix flame shattered, the void flame bloomed, and was firmly held into the palm of Shen Yuanjun's palm.

The golden daze flew and settled.

The man calmly felt the mixture of this phoenix flame...... Thoughts, souls, and emotions.

"He's ...... Afraid. Shen Yuanjun muttered, "What are you afraid of?"

The answer to this question...... Vaguely pointed in the direction of the Xiaoyan Mountain Boundary.

Shen Yuanjun's expression suddenly became gloomy, he put one hand on Qianqijun's shoulder, and said, "I'll send you back, so that the iron cavalry will not counterattack and return directly to the Great Wall in the north...... In addition, notify the Holy Mountain and let all sword cultivators evacuate the Tianhailou Boundary. ”

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Ning Yi crushed the drop of the blood of the ancestor of the Dapeng Bird, he held the long sword in one hand, and stood alone in the dome.

Looking down at him, the vast battlefield and the rolling iron horses are all approaching this territory, and these iron horses have left the most dangerous area...... And the beast tide of the demon clan, under the rising counterattack, began to rout.

The Tianhailou realm is the last bulwark of this Gray Realm battlefield.

The great cultivators of the Eastern Demon Domain are guarding several major passes of this Tianhai Tower, but the balance of this war is ...... It has already begun to tilt, since when did it start?

Ning Yi was a little confused.

In his ears, the wind was howling, the thunder was exploding, and faintly, he heard someone shouting his name hoarsely.

"Ning Yi!"

It was not a call, not a call to watch, but an emotional outburst that had been built up for a long time.

A kind of catharsis.

"Shushan!!"

Too many people have died in this realm...... Died at the hands of the demon clan, died

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The Eastern Demon Domain, in the hands of those geniuses of the Dragon Emperor Palace, here, the holy mountains of the Great Sui were able to truly give up all their prejudices, because everyone was an ally in the Gray Land Realm, and they were absolutely single-minded together, and they were comrades who could rely on each other and give up their backs.

And so many sacrifices, so many deaths...... Let every inch of this land be stained with blood, and on the terracotta, it has not been a long time since there has been such a happy victory as today.

The day when the Eastern Emperor defeated Luo Changsheng in Baozhu Mountain.

The spirit and spirit of the northern realm are about to be defeated.

Those cultivators who stood at the head of the northern city and watched the battle felt as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer, this was simply a catastrophe...... And today, all this grievance, sorrow, pain, and anger have turned into fiery roars, shouts.

That one hangs over the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm.

The younger generation is truly invincible.

Born in Shushan, born in the Great Sui.

One shout after another sounded from all directions, Ning Yi held the long sword, his expression was confused, but his eyes gradually cleared up, these people were shouting for themselves...... Why, and for what?

He took a deep breath, let go of his thoughts, and looked into the distance, he saw an extremely familiar figure in the crowd, the white-clothed sword idiot who fought bloodily, Gu Xiaoyu who wielded a big sword, Cao Ran who stepped on the flame tide, Ye Hongfu who flew by the sword, one by one familiar, there were intersections...... I closed my eyes in the imperial mausoleum, thinking that I would never see the figure again.

appeared.

All appeared.

Ning Yi lifted the fine snow, he didn't say a word, just slowly raised the sword above his head and pointed it at the sky.

No need to speak, no need to speak.

This is the trend, the general trend.

Those who hold the fine snow of Shu Mountain, the general trend of the world, make it easy.

The wind and thunder overlap, the heaven and the earth are vast, and the tip of the sword is invincible.

Ning Yi exhaled that turbid breath and landed slowly, his eyes were no longer full of murderous aura, but gradually became gentle, and he landed at the entrance of the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, the mountain mist was shrouded, slowly unfolding.

Standing at the entrance, you can see that a wisp of sword intent is like ink falling, rendering, and the entire Xiaoyan Mountain Realm has color......

The sound of the rushing water came crisply, and the sound was getting closer and closer, not like the collision of water droplets, but more like the collision of some sharp objects.

The corners of Ning Yi's lips curled slightly.

He looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him, the waterfall poured out, and the first wisp of sword qi flew out, like an antelope hanging its horns, and then thousands of sword qi flew over, without killing intent or fierce qi, when they collided, they hugged each other like whispering, turning into a sword qi waterfall that washed the mountain boundary.

In the sky above the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, a sword roared.

Excited and delighted.

This mountain realm has a new owner...... One after another, sword intent rose from the shallow earth, swept towards the purple shirt on the hill, and as she got up and stepped forward, countless sword intents followed, the dry mountains and rivers were no longer barren, and the entire mountain realm had a color.

Vibrant, everything is revived.

Ning Yi stood at the entrance of the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, he looked at the front with a smile and opened his arms.

The spring breeze was swirling between the mountains and rivers, and Pei Yatou rushed over with a smile on her face.

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(The previous state was sluggish, thank you for your company, this week will try your best to add more, in November will compete for the monthly ticket list, then there will be an update to match the attitude of the list, I hope you can have more support~)

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