Ning Huan's movements of drawing her sword in the wind and sand were extremely light and elegant, as if Guanyin pulled out the willow branch in her pure bottle.

The Bone-Eater Sword trembled slightly in the air, slender and green.

Shang Li looked at the sword and said quietly, "Bone erosion?"

Shang Li's sword at his waist was still not drawn.

Ning Huan tilted his head and looked at Shang Li: "Junior, if you don't draw your sword again, maybe you won't even have a chance to draw your sword." ”

When Ning Huan was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, Shang Li was still an ordinary disciple of Huashan.

Of course, he is qualified to be called a junior.

Shang Li smiled in a low voice: "Senior, I'm afraid that if I draw my sword, I will kill you." ”

The two of them, a senior and a junior, echo each other from afar, but the smell of gunpowder between the words is indeed full.

Ning Huan frowned, and then swung his sword at Shang Li, and saw a dark green sword qi instantly condensed in the air, like a wave of light towards Shang Li.

The internal force of the three-grade master is released, and he can kill people in ten steps.

But between Ning Huan and Shang Li, there were a hundred steps.

Shang Li looked at this miserable green sword qi, lowered his head and smiled, holding the scabbard in the void, only to see that the miserable green sword qi was blocked by the scabbard in Shang Li's hand, and then it was divided into two halves, cutting out horizontally to the left and right, one piece was submerged in the rolling Yellow River, and there was no trace, while the other piece was cut on a riverside boulder, only to see that the boulder was instantly divided into two halves.

The incision is as smooth as a mirror.

It's just that Shang Li didn't look back.

Ning Huan drew his sword and attacked, but Shang Li blocked the attack without even unsheathing his sword.

It seems that the higher and the lower have been distinguished.

"I take the liberty of reminding my seniors." Shang Li smiled quietly, and the wind and sand blew his somewhat gray beard.

"On the list of rivers and lakes, it ranks seventh at the bottom, and the seniors only rank nineteenth."

"Kill you, I should be the seventh." Ning Huan said with a grin.

Shang Li was speechless for a while, feeling that the other party's logic was impeccable.

For those of them who stand at the top of the rivers and lakes, how could they not know that the ranking on the list of rivers and lakes can basically be regarded as a joke.

Because those at the forefront of the Jianghu list, in addition to martial arts, the status of the rivers and lakes is also very important, and when necessary, they will even use the method of brushing up their achievements to improve their ranking in the Jianghu List A so as not to lag behind the big army.

After all, it's an embarrassing thing for everyone to lack.

"Let's try it." Shang Li said calmly.

Ning Huan stepped out in one step, and the whole person instantly rose and glided in the air, the red clothes were fluttering, and others could jump ten or twenty steps in one step, which was already an inhuman performance, but Ning Huan's step went straight to Shang Li, who was a hundred steps away.

This hand Feng Xuan resists the wind, Rao is Shang Li, and his expression is slightly moving.

Ning Huan came with a sword, he didn't expect to meet Shang Li, the head of Huashan, on the edge of the Yellow River, but if he did, he would kill him.

Ning Huan dared to set foot in Middle-earth, he had already considered all kinds of possibilities, if he could kill Shang Li here, then it would definitely be a great shock, and many of the difficulties that were originally in front of him would no longer be difficulties.

And Shang Li's expression remained unchanged, compared with the red-clothed young man in front of him, Shang Li was an out-and-out old man.

His hair was gray, and his face was somewhat quaint, and although his complexion was ruddy, it was wrinkled.

Facing Ning Huan's sword coming west, Shang Li sighed.

With a slight lift of the thumb of his right hand, the sword was unsheathed by an inch.

The killing intent instantly overflowed in all directions, cold to the bone.

Ning Huan fell into the ground in the air, his feet were deep in the dry hard earth, and he looked at Shang Li with some incredulity: "What kind of sword is this?" ”

"This is my sword." Shang Li said quietly: "As I said, I'm afraid that if I draw my sword, I will kill my seniors."

Once Ning Huan took this sentence as a joke.

But at this time, Ning Huan couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he was one of the few masters in this world, he knew and determined how terrible the sword that Shang Li hid in the sheath was.

He wasn't sure he'd ever survived the sword.

"But why don't you sword me?" After landing, Ning Huan did not stop, he still walked leisurely towards Shang Li.

Masters compete, life and death, although it is said that Ning Huan can cut out a sword qi that can still kill people a hundred steps away, but after Shang Li lightly broke it, Ning Huan was sure that this was an opponent who must be treated carefully.

Forced to within five steps, it is a battle of life and death, but Ning Huan still chooses to go with a sword, that is, he has absolute confidence in the face of Shang Li at this time.

It's just that Shang Li stopped Ning Huan with the unsheathed sword.

But Ning Huan was still approaching.

Approaching step by step, the two were twenty steps apart, and Ning Huan took five steps in an instant.

So there are still fifteen steps to go.

Ning Huan still held the miserable green bone sword in his hand, and the young man's red clothes fluttered in the wind and sand.

"Because I don't want to use this sword." Shang Li said lightly: "This sword is called Shen Shang Clutch, Shen Shang will never be seen, such as Yin and Yang separated, this sword is a sword with death and no life." ”

Ning Huan continued to move forward, but in the end, the ten steps in front of Shang Li stopped.

At this time, the two people can already clearly see each other's faces.

Instead of sensing the opponent's qi from afar to lock on.

"So you're going to die if you say this sword?" Ning Huan sneered.

"Your Excellency will die first." Shang Li looked at Ning Huan's youthful face, his expression did not show consternation, he just frowned: "Forcibly lock the heavens, change your life against the sky, your Excellency dares to practice such martial arts?" ”

"Learning martial arts was originally to dominate the world, fifty years in the world, like a dream is also like a fantasy, and a death is like a dream bubble, this world is prosperous and beautiful can not be seen, isn't it a pity?" Ning Huan smiled calmly: "If I'm not mistaken, Ning Huaiyuan is your disciple?" ”

"I don't have such a rebellious disciple." Shang Li said quietly.

"He's dead." Ning Huan continued.

"I ordered the hunt to be killed." Shang Li said.

"But the people who killed him in the end were not Huashan's disciples." Ning Huan said.

The two men were only ten paces apart at this time.

The Bone Erosion Sword was in Ning Huan's hand, and Shang Li's sword was still unsheathed.

The reason why Ning Huan stopped ten steps away was because he had already realized that if he took another step forward, Shang Li's Shenshang Sword would be unsheathed.

And he will see that the counsellor is clutched.

Ning Huan didn't really want to see it.

Of course, Shang Li had heard Yue Pingshan tell how Ning Huaiyuan was killed, even if it was just some broken fragments, and when he heard Ning Huan's words, Shang Li frowned: "I just want him to die." ”

"He's my disciple." Ning Huan chuckled and said, "The one I have the most high hopes for." ”

"I didn't know if he would go to Huashan, if I knew, he probably wouldn't have died."

"However, since he is dead, I will also kill a Huashan disciple to bury him."

"Of course, it's going to be the best one."

Ning Huan looked at Shang Li's face.

"Dare to ask Shang Jiuge how is it?"