"This hall, I want to arrest a great Sui...... Sinner. ”

Li Bailin's voice sounded on the lotus platform, and everyone could hear it clearly.

The dzi transmitted the image of this scene...... All the cultivators who were concerned about the opening of the Luojia Mountain Dynasty had heard this sentence.

Sixteen petals, connecting the sixteen exits of Lotus Mountain, the cultivators of the Law Enforcement Department and the Intelligence Department were already waiting outside, and when Li Bailin said this, the black and white linen robes swept into the crossing.

And the eyes of the three princes looked in the direction of the Taoist sect from afar.

Ning Yi chuckled in his heart.

Li Bailin, who was standing in the center of the platform, raised a hand lightly and said Mu Ran: "Do it." ”

There was a bang.

There was a commotion in Liantai Mountain, and the magnates of Tiandu City were a little confused, they still didn't understand who the "sinners" in the mouth of the three princes were...... What is the matter, as for making the three princes suddenly make trouble when the great court meeting begins?

The Ten Sacred Mountains, most of the disciples, cultivators, were in a state of shock.

The three divisions have already poured into the dojo.

Everyone's gaze was sweeping, sweeping back, and then following the gaze of the three princes, it fell far away to the back of the Dao Sect.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, and next to his ears, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky.

Since he entered the table, the little Wuliang Mountain Holy Son, who has been looking unkind, stepped on the road steps, wearing a black robe like a peacock opening the screen, the momentum was calm and majestic, the three swords that were originally on the knees were pulled by his qi at this moment, and the sword qi swept like a dragon drawing water.

When the first Changhong crossed the crowd and slashed down.

Ning Yi snorted coldly, and did not use fine snow, but raised his fingers, and with the fingertips of King Kong's physique, he struck the sword that shattered the sky, the first knife of the Holy Son of the Little Infinite Mountain, and the Gang Qi broke in an instant, and then a whole short knife was shattered, and it was cracked by Ning Yi's knock finger.

The pupils of the little immeasurable mountain holy son constricted.

In the air, two long rainbows swept over his left and right shoulders, and he had been raising swords in the holy mountain for many years, and when Xu Zang was climbing the mountain, he missed the opportunity to meet Ning Yi...... But he knew that at that time, Ning Yi was just a beginner who had just embarked on the path of cultivation, and even if he had experienced it in Tiandu, he would never be able to compare with himself.

never expected that in just a few years, the other party had grown to this point.

Is this what genius is called?

Xiao Wuliang Mountain is in the west and has always been Li Bailin's henchman.

He got some news before he went to the meeting...... The third prince wants to suppress Ning Yi, today's Lianhu Daotai, there are not only two great chiefs, but also many mountain masters of holy mountains, no matter how good Ning Yi is, it is impossible for him to escape under the eyes of Xingjun.

The only variable is that the Palace Master of the Dao Sect Zixiao Palace, who had protected Ning Yi before, traveled around.

So when Zhou You died on the lotus platform, he even laughed out loud...... If Zhou You is immortal, with the cultivation realm of that white-haired Taoist priest, I am afraid that the Holy Mountain Lord will not be able to help Ning Yi if he makes a move.

Fight to ashes.

No more suspense.

"Give me a crackdown!"

A trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the Holy Son of Little Wuliang Mountain, and he rushed to make a move before the third division, firstly to prove himself, and secondly, to take this opportunity to settle his personal grudge with Ning Yi.

Three swords, made of ancient secret methods, from short to long, two knives and one sword, the rank increases, and the power increases in turn.

It was just a face, and his first short knife was broken by Ning Yi, which shows the strength of the opponent's physique.

He didn't stop anymore, and the left and right two long rainbows flowed down.

King Kong physique?

The vajra body will also be broken for me!

Ning Yi, who was standing on the lotus platform, frowned, he raised one hand to stop Pei Yatou, who was about to make a move, and the other hand quietly pressed on the oil-paper umbrella on his waist.

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"What is this going to do?"

From Li Bailin's voice when he said the word "sinner", she realized that something was wrong, she raised her eyebrows, and instantly understood who the third prince was targeting.

Ning Yi and the West have a holiday.

It's a well-known thing.

But why do it in time for the Great Pilgrimage?

The third division had already blocked the entrance and exit of the Lotus Dao Platform, which was a premeditated action...... The Westland has already set up a net of heaven and earth?

When Qin Jun was about to stand up, above the seat of the White Deer Cave Academy, a burning starlight, a black shirt appeared in an instant, and the blurred image of Su Musha condensed out, this newly promoted Nirvana Realm Great Cultivator, with a solemn expression, pressed one hand on his disciple's shoulder, and pressed it on the seat.

"Master?" Jiang Mianfeng didn't know what to say for a while.

It's not just Qin Jun who was stunned, the four academies are now vaguely merging, one of Qingjun's hands has been pressed on the hilt of the sword, ready to rush out at any time, and at this moment he is also held down by an invisible pressure and can't move.

The entire academy, because of the appearance of Su Musha, suddenly quieted down.

The female dean of the White Deer Cave Academy, a wisp of law appeared, suppressing everyone in the academy.

Su Mu lowered his eyebrows and shook his head.

"The College must not meddle in this matter. ”

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It's not just the academy.

Qiang Mountain's Little Sword Immortal Wang Yi frowned, he belonged to the eastern realm, and he came to participate in the Great Dynasty Meeting, and the Three Holy Mountains and the Second Prince were now in a very delicate stage...... For the sake of interests, the two sides are still negotiating, and Liuli Mountain, which has been greatly damaged, no longer has the strength to suppress the Three Holy Mountains.

Li Baijing did not participate in this court meeting, so it can be seen that the "business is bleak" in the east.

The three princes threw an olive branch to the Three Holy Mountains not long ago...... In a battle of intrigue, the ultimate winner is not just a border...... If he wins, then he is the co-ruler of the whole world.

I don't know if it's this reason, when Li Bailin waved his hand, the law enforcers of the three divisions who rushed in didn't make the face of the mountain lord of the Three Holy Mountains change in the slightest...... What made Wang Yi feel even more unbelievable was that his mountain master released a divine thought and suppressed a whole lotus petal.

This is true of several big people in the East.

There is a vague meaning of suppressing the entire dojo.

Is this to prevent Ning Yi from running away?

The occurrence of this scene was unexpected, and there was no way to react.

The little Wuliang Mountain Holy Son's slash in the air shocked everyone's eyes.

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The Holy Lords of the Three Holy Mountains, their faces were faintly shrouded in starlight, they looked calm and rainy, and they had long known that this would happen...... So he sat here with his hands on his knees, like an out-and-out spectator.

They are indeed spectators.

It always has been.

Li Bailin said a few very interesting words to them not long ago...... It was because of those few words that they decided to watch the play here.

The purpose of releasing Xinghui and Shennian to suppress the disciples in his own sect was to prevent unnecessary turmoil in the Lotus Dao Stage...... Because what Li Bailin wants to do is just for a certain person.

No matter what happens next, they will not express their opinions, attitudes.

All they have to do is watch the play.

The mountain lord of Qiang Mountain raised his head, and his eyes looked at the air of Lotus Mountain, the floating heavenly beads.

To be precise, what they have to do is to accompany the one in the palace and watch it.

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"Sa" sound.

The fine snow hidden in the sheath was pulled out by Ning Yi in an instant, and the fierceness of this sword aura was beyond everyone's imagination.

The mountain scroll condensed a touch of wind and thunder in the scabbard.

So when the sword was drawn, a wisp of wind and thunder brushed the sword body.

The Holy Son of Little Wuliang Mountain jumped high, and the shadow of the sword raised in both hands was frozen in the air.

Two by two.

The fine snow collided with the two swords, and Ning Yi let out a dull snort, and took a step back slightly with his feet.

The two swords of the Holy Son of Little Wuliang Mountain slashed at the sword body of the fine snow one after another, and his pupils reflected this incomparably sharp ancient sword of Shushan...... At the moment of the hand-to-hand fight, he was surprised that the edge of fine snow was not as unstoppable as he imagined.

His gaze swept swiftly over inch by inch.

It wasn't until he saw the gap that had burst out of the smooth blade that he seemed to understand the reason...... It turns out that the sharpest sword in Shushan will be broken?

The Little Wuliang Mountain Holy Son sneered.

The next moment, his smile froze.

Ning Yi, who took a step back, grabbed the fine snow with one hand, and the slender long sword turned into a rain of light in an instant.

It is not clear to the naked eye.

Divine thoughts can't be captured at all.

The two swords of the Little Wuliang Mountain Holy Son instantly seemed to have been hit by the heavy rain, and he couldn't control his whereabouts, so he slashed down with the sword, and met the entire piece of sword qi that Ning Yi shot out violently.

Shoulders, chest, waist, abdomen, thighs, countless points all over the body, bursting out with a dense and continuous sound of sword qi percussion.

The short sword and long sword were destroyed in an instant.

Clouds of blood were knocked out of his body, but for a moment, these pains did not have time to hit his mind...... Ning Yi's fine snow returned to its sheath.

The oil-paper umbrella was heavily plunged into the ground by Ning Yi.

The black-robed young man who collected the umbrella, one palm was imprinted on the chest of the little Wuliang Mountain Holy Son, the palm was forced, and the sound of air explosion sounded in the opponent's chest, and the bones were broken and cracked at this moment, and the little Wuliang Mountain Holy Son who fell down with a sword, the whole person shot out like a sack-

The disciples of Xiao Wuliang Mountain took over the Holy Son, and the black cloth linen robe was shattered and flown by the sword qi, the flesh and blood in the body were shattered, and the meridians were damaged by the sword qi...... They rumbled to their feet, their swords unsheathed with a coarse voice, and their expressions were gloomy and terrifying.

The entire Lotus Dojo was silent.

It's not just Li Bailin's words that are shocking...... There is also Ning Yi's cultivation at the moment.

The appearance of the Holy Son of Little Wuliang Mountain this time was regarded as the hope of this holy mountain to regain its strength, but in Ning Yi's hands, he didn't even go through a round?

Judging by his injuries.

It is very likely that the repair will be completely wasted, and the result will be worse...... It may be that he will not wake up for a long time.

Ning Yi's sword was so fast that all the Holy Sons present and all the cultivators of the Ten Realms did not see it clearly.

The black-robed young man who gathered thousands of eyes in one body pressed the oil-paper umbrella with one hand, and his eyes were completely cold.

He held the girl in one hand and stood in front of him.

Countless eyes were looking at him.

And he was not afraid.

Ning Yi just stared at Li Bailin, the third prince on the lotus platform.