In a brief dead silence.

Ning Yi raised his head, he stared at the dome seriously, admiring the scene of the air solidifying into an oil painting.

Heavy black clouds, pressed on the top of the Red Mountain Grassland, pressed people breathless, the rain between heaven and earth and thunder entangled, standing here, only feel that the world is big and small, there are always some things, manpower can not do.

For example, to win the fight in front of you.

Ning Yi had already done everything he could, he stripped off the divine crumbs of the Lionheart King's crystal, used fine snow, and handed out the grandest sword he could hand out so far.

However, the ending is not unexpected...... Lost.

The Plains of Bones trembled violently.

And the tremors are getting faster and more frequent.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

I'm done fighting.

But the showers on the Red Mountain Grassland did not stop at all, but became more and more grand.

He retains the last half of his divinity, just to support himself, not to fall so quickly, at least to hold on a little longer...... Persist in asking a few questions, or hold on until a moment that you have been waiting for.

Han Yue looked at the young man in front of him with an indifferent expression, but his lips and complexion revealed a lifeless breath, and he struggled to stand up, or the pestle sword stood up, and the rainstorm smashed at the end of the Red Mountain Grassland, I don't know how many mountains and ancient stone walls have grown on this grassland, and they have been baptized by the rain.

The long and narrow opening of the road, not far from Ning Yi's side, a line of sky, filled with a faint mist, the starlight is difficult to sense, the red mountain inside, what is hidden, but the rain can penetrate and slide into it on both sides of the stone wall.

This has been the case for thousands of years and hundreds of years.

The three divisions of the Great Sui strictly controlled the guards of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint Forbidden Zone, the primordial demon clans of the Heavenly God Plateau had been hunted and killed for generations, and the most powerful ones, in order to preserve the incense, all migrated to the Falling Spirit Valley and this red mountain.

Ning Yi leaned against the stone wall, struggling several times to stand up, he controlled his gaze from beginning to end, not looking at the glimmer of heaven beside him.

Ning Yi said hoarsely, "I want to ask you a few questions." ”

Han Yue cut off his last thoughts and said calmly, "It doesn't matter how many questions you ask...... But if you're looking for a chance to escape into the Red Mountain, I guarantee you'll not survive three breaths, and you'll regret your reckless escape into the Red Mountain countless times in the days to come. ”

Ning Yi sighed softly.

He rested his hands on the hilt of the fine snow sword, sat on the ground, and said softly: "If you were in Tiandu, I gave you a drop of sword path natal essence blood....... Will there be a fight today?"

This is something that Ning Yi has always had palpitations about.

At the beginning of the transaction in the inn, the thin scholar put on an appearance that the transaction was not benevolent, and he was generous enough to exchange the resources of the Ten Realms for a drop of his sword path natal essence blood...... At the moment when the dust has settled, Ning Yi wants to know if it was at that time, Han Yue was already ready to hunt himself.

There was silence.

Han Yue said in a flat tone: "I came to the north not just because of you...... Take a drop of your sword path natal essence blood, there are a thousand and ten thousand means, let you obediently go to my Eastern Realm Glass Cup, why waste time with you here? Today, I used the Yuan Yin Sword, the ghost boy's body has been broken, in order to catch you back, I have already spent a considerable price, you should be proud of this. ”

Ning Yi laughed, and he said hoarsely: "I was born in Shu Mountain, my senior sister is a thousand hands, and the mountain master is Lu Sheng, if you Han Yue dares to refine me, you are not afraid that a thousand hands will destroy you?"

Han Yue rubbed his cheeks, the face full of blood, in the wind

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Under the washing of the shower, he gradually became white, and his face was still hateful, but he looked calm and indifferent, and the alienation in his eyes was quite decent.

Han Yue smiled, "What do you mean...... If I refine you, the consequences will be very serious?"

Ning Yi pursed his lips and smiled.

Han Yue said softly: "If Qianshou is to avenge you, it will be easy to come to my eastern border, but it is not easy to leave, as for what substantial benefits you want to get, it is just a dream." As for the ethereal Shushan Mountain Lord Lu Sheng...... Ning Yi, you won't be stupid, I believe that the mountain lord of Shushan Mountain can break through the limit of five hundred years and take 10,000 steps back, even if Lu Sheng is really alive, he has been traveling abroad for the past five hundred years, and he will make a special move for a little uncle like you, who is not light or heavy?"

Ning Yi said lightly: "That's not necessarily. ”

"You are just a small character in Tiandu, and even if you get the seal, you are just an ant in my place. Han Yue's voice carried a hint of indifference, and said: "I don't dare to touch you in Tiandu, this is the forbidden area of the northern realm, what are you worth......? I've done a lot over the years, but unfortunately I never had a report from the world, and I'm still alive and well. ”

"So that's ......" Ning Yi smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Last question, do I have to die?"

Han Yue smiled and said, "It's not death, it's eternal life." ”

The hilt of the sword of the Yin-Yang figure was no longer lifted by him, but slowly lowered, and the tip of the Yuanyin Sword was against the grassland.

The wind blows the red mountains, and the grasslands blow.

Han Yue's voice softened and said, "Ning Yi, enter my glass jar...... Taste the nectar of the world, and suffer no more. ”

The boy's expression became blurred.

In the heart lake, it was as if he heard Han Yue's soft words, and he no longer resisted.

The coldness on his body suddenly melted.

The yin and evil qi in all directions, which was originally the most disgusting filth in the world, was now surging up, but it was the only thing that was willing to shelter Ning Yi from the wind and rain, and the wind and rain hitting his body suddenly became smaller.

The pain on Ning Yi's body seems to be much smaller.

Thanks to Han Yue's "shot", Ning Yi finally had the strength.

He raised his pestle sword with difficulty, and took two steps in the direction of the mouth of the Red Mountain Gorge.

Then there was a long sigh.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and stopped moving forward, he pressed the hilt of the fine snow sword with both hands, and inserted the long sword, which was not very thick, into the grass in front of him.

Han Yue narrowed his eyes.

"Eternal ......"

Ning Yi closed his eyes, he read these two words softly, with a hint of playfulness, the weight of these two words, how many Han Yue together, it is difficult to weigh, at this moment, blowing the conch, painting cakes to satisfy hunger, want to hold his Dao heart?

His voice became serious, and he said word by word: "Life or death, this is a question.......

Han Yue...... I agree with what you said. ”

"You are the first person in the East, and I am the little minion of Tiandu. ”

Ning Yi's voice was not self-deprecating, but with a heavy and huge sense of ceremony, swept away in the heavy rain and echoed heavily.

Ning Yi then spoke: "But it's a pity that the little minion of Tiandu doesn't want eternal life, and he doesn't want to die, he just wants to live like this." ”

And Han Yue, who was standing in front of Ning Yi, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Ning Yi no longer moved forward, nor did he move.

Ning Yi said with a smile: "In the second sentence, swordsmanship pays attention to killing with one blow, rather than being gorgeous and grand...... This sentence is so true. ”

After saying this, Ning Yi, very coincidentally and unfortunately, his body stopped in front of the crossing, and behind him was separated by a layer

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The forbidden red mountain is misty and misty, and it is a starlight aura that is difficult to detect.

It's a clever location.

Two people and a mountain are a straight line.

To be precise...... Three people and a mountain are a straight line.

Ning Yi's dantian.

The tremors of the Plains of Bones finally stopped.

Ning Yi's back heart, there was something that was gently and slowly pasted up.

It was a snow-white palm, with wisps of blood in the palm of the palm, and more, it was a warm residual temperature, and after gently stroking it, it was firmly closed on Ning Yi's back.

It's warm, it's comfortable.

Comfortable to ...... Let Ning Yi exhale softly.

Comfortable to ....... The blade of fine snow once again lit up with a dim light.

There is an encounter in the world that is worth a thousand words.

After traveling thousands of miles, the girl who finally came here had her palm on Ning Yi's back, with a hint of emotion in her eyes for a long absence, seeing the young man standing in front of her, her robe was encouraging, and she blocked all the wind and rain in front of one person.

The girl stood in the red mountain, and the boy stood outside the red mountain, separated by clouds and mist.

The only contact between the palm and the back is a bridge between the two.

This tacit understanding goes beyond words.

The girl asked softly in her heart, "Mr. Ning Yi...... What do you need me to do?"

It's like hearing the other party's shouts.

Ning Yi stood outside the Red Mountain and spoke softly.

"I need ......"

After a slight pause, Ning Yi didn't say what she needed the girl to do, but said a word.

"You. ”

There is nothing wrong with that.

Ning Yi needs Xu Qingyan, he needs all of her, at least at this juncture, he must ensure that the divinity infused by the girl and the sword handed out can create an unstoppable momentum.

However, Xu Qingyan's face was a little red, and she hummed softly.

Place your palms against your back.

The divinity is majestic—

Ning Yi slowly opened his eyes.

In his pupils, there was a fire.

......

......

The yin qi in all directions was scattered by the sword qi of the pestle.

The Yin soldiers condensed from the yin mist maintained the posture of rushing out with their teeth and claws, and froze three feet away from Ning Yi.

On the blade of the fine snow, there was a boiling fire, which rose from the inside out.

"Swordsmanship is about one-hit killing, not gorgeous and grand ......"

In the dantian, there was a gentle tremor.

Xu Qingyan's divinity is soft and majestic.

Perfect.

Ning Yi stood on the Red Mountain Grassland, his gaze swept over the frost grass sweeping across the sky, and the majestic heavy rain.

He finally understood why the rain didn't stop, but got heavier and heavier.

Because it's just getting started.

Rain cats and dogs.

Ning Yi spoke hoarsely.

"I have a sword ......"

Next, his voice carried a hint of determination, without any hesitation, and the murderous aura was revealed.

"Please die!"

The sound landed.

Thunder roared.

The frost grass rolled out, and the rocks exploded.

A slender silver light slashed out from the blade of the fine snow sword.

The darkness between heaven and earth is picked up by such a silver thread.

In the grassland outside the Red Mountain, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and Han Yue, who picked up the Yuanyin Sword and cut it down with a sword, suddenly rushed forward, and the roar of anger was drowned out by the silver light that exploded.

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