"My sword is invincible. ”

The moment this sentence came out.

A sword light emerged from between heaven and earth.

Fine snow out of the sheath.

Eight royal flags roared, and the wind and clouds fused——

On the grassland, since the "Urle" two thousand years ago, no one has been able to obtain the recognition of all eight royal flags.

In the White Wolf King's tent, several grassland kings lifted the curtain and looked at the sword qi that flashed through the dome like thunder, and their expressions were in a trance.

The roaring sound of the Eastern Emperor was drowned out by the grand thunder.

Suspended in the air, the extremely tall black-robed man did not take the "Old Dragon Bell" away from Fengming Mountain, at this moment, he had no treasures on his body, only the "Source Evil" overflowing with sleeves, so he raised his hands and pushed out a pitch-black sea in his palms.

This surging source sea collided with Ning Yi's sword qi.

A ray of light, breaking through the darkness, swaying and biting like an electric snake.

Like the bottom of the River of Apocalypse, the Eastern Emperor saw and sensed this wisp of sword qi...... However, there was no way to prevent this wisp of sword qi.

This is the sword of sword cultivation!

After cultivating to the end of the world, even if someone can see the sword light coming out, they can't stop it!

The Eastern Emperor roared angrily and raised his arms, using his physical body to shake Ning Yi's sword.

The sword wielder's divine wind and thunder, under the blessing of the three volumes of heavenly books, became extremely violent, after breaking through the open source of the sea, he collided with the Eastern Emperor fiercely, and in the next moment, the body of the black-robed man was penetrated by this wisp of sword qi, and the scarlet blood splashed all over the sky, evaporating with the heavy rain, turning into a thick mist.

The Eastern Emperor's forehead was downward, maintaining the posture of protecting his forehead with his arms, and he fell towards the ground, his black robe broke a huge opening, and his chest was pierced by a divine sword, a fist-sized gap, opening through the front and back of his chest, creating a hollow that could accommodate an arm, and at this moment, with his fall, countless sources of evil qi followed, filling the fluttering black robe, and then surging towards the empty piece of flesh and blood.

Ning Yi stared slightly.

Darkness is the destination of the Eastern Emperor and his origin...... If the darkness does not die, then he will not die.

Is this a "shadow" property?

This was the first time that Ning Yi had fought with the "Immortal" in the true sense of life and death, and the sword wielder sensed a great threat, and the Lionheart King's crystals were extremely high...... By now, it can be concluded that the Eastern Emperor, who woke up from 2,000 years ago, has a direct relationship with the "shadow".

Donghuang, who fell to the center of the battlefield, turned his head in the air, and finally stepped on the ground with his feet, and he shook all the "creatures" in a radius of dozens of zhang around him, and the mist and iron horses flew out sideways, and when he landed, the wounds on his body had healed, but his face was still pale.

Fighting with "Jiang Lin" and "Bai Rulai", he doesn't need to defend at all...... In the same realm, cultivators who can break their own physique are already rare, and when facing the immortal Luo Changsheng, he chooses to fight with his physical physique, if the battle of Baozhu Mountain continues normally, the young genius with high hopes of the Great Sui should be exhausted and die in the wrestling of the qi machine.

That's why Luo Changsheng had to make a killing move at the beginning.

And the "Ning Yi" in front of him is different.

It's not the same with those people.

This human sword cultivator has the means to kill and penetrate his own body...... It also has a strong physique that ordinary humans do not have.

Donghuang touched his chest, he narrowed his eyes, and muttered in a cold voice: "Is this power born specifically to restrain me......

He frowned, the memories in his mind stirring up again.

The fog, the roar, the roar, the staccato, the discontinuous picture, the final pause.

All that's left is pain.

As with countless memories before me.

He can think of the picture "before death" and the picture "after waking up", but he can't remember what happened in the timeline between the two...... A deep confusion was buried in the bottom of his heart, what was the reason why he was able to reopen his eyes and stand up again on this land.

And after waking up, in his body, in the depths of his soul, there was a powerful and indelible power.

This power seems to be "similar" to the source sha that he had in his lifetime, but in fact it is "completely different".

And after he obtained the "Source Evil" in Longya Mountain, this immortal force completely dominated the "Source Evil", assimilated and greatly enhanced it...... The Eastern Emperor could feel a significant increase in his strength.

However, the sword qi of this human sword cultivator actually completely restrained himself.

The power in him was like an indestructible shield.

And the divinity in Ning Yi's body is an invincible "sword".

Falling to the ground, the Eastern Emperor swept forward, his figure was extremely tall, he ran, and the iron horse on horseback was at a height, two breaths of sprint, one hand pressed the oncoming iron horse, the palm of the hand pressed on the opposite door, in an instant, the face that could not dodge was violently twisted because of the pain.

An intact human face, a black mist rose with a sneer, flesh and blood rotted, and the whole person was held down by the oncoming Donghuang facing the door, overturned and dismounted, and slammed on the ground, splashing a large puddle of mud.

And in the next moment, a sword light fell from the sky again!

Donghuang raised his head, his roar had not yet come out, Ning Yi, who was holding the hilt of the sword upside down with both hands, fell to the ground, and the momentum of "smashing the sword" was like a meteorite, tearing through the arc of sword qi in the sky and falling like a rainbow, cutting off one of Donghuang's arms along with his shoulders directly.

The Eastern Emperor looked up to the sky and roared, screaming wildly and hitting Ning Yi with the other shoulder, the two collided physically, Ning Yi was still slightly inferior, was knocked backwards, his feet kept stepping on the ground, and finally inserted the sword weapon into the ground, sliding more than ten zhang, before he could stop the momentum.

On the other side, the black fog was majestic and surging.

The Eastern Emperor began the "massacre" in this war, and the cultivation realm reached his level, and if he wanted to kill, no one could stop him...... Even Ning Yi could only seriously injure him.

And the Eastern Emperor no longer cares about his injuries, every time he kills a living being, his hands are stained with more blood, and the momentum of the whole person will increase by three points.

"Is this a reversal of vitality?" Ning Yi's eyes froze, his own character scroll blessed this war, and the Eastern Emperor wanted to "turn the tide" with his own strength, and his own "character scroll" power was attached to the bodies of these grassland iron horses, and after being killed by the Eastern Emperor, these vitality poured into the Eastern Emperor's body instead.

Ning Yi stepped on the ground with both feet, and the whole person was like a heavy hammer, smashing the Eastern Emperor upside down and flying out, his pupils contracted, just a few breaths, the arm he cut off before was almost healed, and a wide black robe flew upside down on the grassland, hunting wildly, like a peacock opening the screen at night, and countless sources raged in this battlefield.

"Come again!"

In the eyes of the Eastern Emperor, there was only madness.

He looked at the human standing in front of him, even though Ning Yi had already said it very clearly before...... He is not Urle, the real Urle has died in the past, but at this moment, in the pupils of the Eastern Emperor, the reflection is still the figure that once defeated him.

He raised his arms and slammed into Ning Yi.

Ning Yi snorted, this time, because the distance was too short, this wisp of sword light flashed and pierced the black robe, but it only tore through the void, the Eastern Emperor hit him and threw him backwards, the two of them one after the other, his feet were already off the ground, and his toes were constantly touching, but he couldn't borrow strength.

Ning Yi's throat was sweet and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He could clearly perceive that his back had hit something, and a painful neighing sounded in his ears, even people and horses were swept to the ground, Donghuang raised a hand, grabbed his neck, and pushed himself to keep running on this grassland, Ning Yi's back hit the boulder, mud, black fog, undead, or the warriors of the grassland, this was a pure melee, fighting for nearly an hour, the cultivators of the mother river had already killed the red eyes, and the number of undead was still endless, if it continued to fight like this...... There is no need for the people of the western border to revolt, and the mother river will be buried by the "Eastern Emperor" tonight.

Ning Yi lowered his head in pain, he saw the expression of the Eastern Emperor clearly at this moment.

The hideous face was stained with a lot of blood, and the eyes of the Eastern Emperor reflected a raging flame.

The two of them "skimmed" quickly on the edge of this battle line, Ning Yi raised the fine snow high and plunged it towards the shoulder of the Eastern Emperor, but he didn't even hear a muffled snort, and all the pain was transformed into the pleasure of revenge.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

Ning Yi roared angrily and squeezed out of his throat.

"To Lao Tzu...... Die!"

In the battle of qi and machine wrestling, Ning Yi turned the hilt of the sword in his palm, and the majestic divinity turned into wind and thunder, pouring down into the body of the Eastern Emperor.

Donghuang's roaring voice sounded, and he still didn't let go, but in the next moment, half of his body was exploded by "divinity", and the two figures that were tightly attached together separated in a violent roar, Ning Yi was bounced upside down and flew out, and Donghuang fell into the muddy black fog, shrouded and covered by the source evil.

The battle of the Iron Riders continues.

The earth is trembling.

Ning Yi, who fell to the ground, staggered to his feet, his expression gloomy, and slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, a little puzzled in his eyes...... But then he lowered his eyes, and he couldn't see any expression.

Ning Yi stared at the direction of the black mist in the distance.

The Eastern Emperor did not die...... As he had guessed, the darkness would not be extinguished, and he would endure forever.

The only thing that can kill him is his own "divinity", but he has handed over a lot of swords, but he has never been able to find his demon pill, Shenhai, that place that is enough to kill with a sword.

Ning Yi silently clutched the fine snow.

He waited, the tremor of the soles of his feet growing stronger, so intense that he could almost ignore the signs of what was happening in a distant land...... He stared at the source mist until the moment when the Eastern Emperor slowly stood up.

Ning Yi's figure disappeared in place in an instant.

The fine snow sword qi was like a battle axe that broke through the sky, and it was fiercely chiseled on the lower abdomen of the Eastern Emperor, shooting out a blood mist, and at the same moment, Ning Yi also crashed into the Eastern Emperor's body, and the two were close together as before, but ...... This time, it was no longer the Eastern Emperor who pushed Ning Yi.

On the long front, the mud exploded in a row, the grass clippings and darkness of the grassland were swept out, and the divine light that burst from the spiral turned into a long rainbow rising from the ground.

Ning Yi took the Eastern Emperor and swept towards the distance of the Mother River...... Dozens of miles away.

It was dark and frosty.

Hurricanes and snow roared.

A snowspout that swept the world was slowly moving in the direction of the Mother River battlefield.