Snow Bird indifferently stared at Tutuer, who had fallen into a state of madness on the bronze platform, and no one knew better than him.

The man named Tian Yu, even if he had a treasure weapon to protect him, he couldn't support ten breaths, and he would be directly torn apart by Tutuer and exploded all over.

However, in the midst of the storm on the bronze platform, there was a slight sneering sound.

It's like someone has torn the wind.

Not only tore the wind, but also brought snow.

An ice chip flew out, caught between the two fingers of the snow owl, and he frowned as he watched as the snow flakes froze on his fingertips, and even a small piece of skin on his fingertips was frozen with frost.

This is...... What the?

Because of the storm center of the storm.

Tian Yu blocked his hands in front of him, he only felt that his whole body was torn apart by the majestic energy, his throat was already full of bloodshots, he couldn't squeeze out more sounds, and the figure that suddenly hit him was like a small mountain.

He closed his eyes, and thought of Su Qin, his sister, the Prophet, who had traveled all the way to accompany him to the River of Apocalypse......

And Urle.

Tian Yu squeezed out a wry smile.

This look of himself was seen by Ulle, and he wanted to laugh at it...... obviously gave himself a treasure weapon, but his strength was still too poor......

The coercion reached him in an instant.

Meanwhile.

There was a slight tearing sound in his ears.

The oncoming wind shattered in an instant, turning into a frenzy of puffs and puffs, and scattered three zhang away in front of Tian Yu.

There was a figure, as if it had "torn" the space, and its fingertips were slightly outlined, and countless talisman secret patterns flowed in the center of the storm, opening a portal burning with divinity.

He came through the door.

Countless lights surrounded, creeping, and embraced.

Tian Yu felt the blazing warmth, he subconsciously opened his eyes, and saw the extremely familiar back, and for a moment, the tip of his nose was sour, and he muttered.

"Urle ......"

Not dreaming, right?

The man hummed softly, in response.

Ning Yi's fingertips, Xiao Yuanshan's talisman secret patterns converged like an upside-down sea water, even if there was a "long river of the Great Dao" to deduce, it took him dozens of hours to break the secret patterns put out by Fu Sheng, this is not a simple matter, these secret patterns are connected to any space in the White Wolf Royal Court, and the entire underground of the White Wolf Royal Court is the formation laid down by Fu Sheng.

After completing the retreat in Xiaoyuanshan, Ning Yi noticed the tremor and wailing of the "Hundred Bird Robes".

The precious talisman of Bai Early's rest, when he gave it to Tian Yu, he kept an extra eye.

Ning Yi pinned a wisp of divine thought on it, and when Tian Yu encountered a strong enemy, he could detect it as soon as possible...... In a flash, Ning Yi captured the location of the bronze platform, and then used his fingertips to tear the space.

He wasn't late.

The moment his toes landed on the bronze platform, Ning Yi saw the huge figure that hit him head-on.

The little giant named "Tutur" that he had met in the king's tent.

If you really want to divide the killing power according to the realm, Tutur's strength is quite good, and he may have the power of the ten realms, but at this moment, he seems to have fallen into some kind of madness.

Ning Yi frowned.

He looked at the bronze platform, where the Vulture King was...... Was it his hands and feet?

At this moment, Tutuer has the capital to fight with the peak monks of the Ten Realms, and his blood is burning, which is a method similar to the evil art of the Eastern Realm, burning essence and blood, and consuming a large amount of life in exchange for a surge in physique and strength.

......

......

The ground on the bronze platform exploded inch by inch.

Tutur clenched his hands like hammers, turned around and twisted his waist, and in everyone's eyes, he saw the blazing holy mang, and in front of the thin Tian Yu, there seemed to be an extra figure.

The figure stood in front of Tian Yu, trying to block this blow for him.

Tian Ling'er's pupils contracted, and she recognized "Ning Yi" at a glance!

The sound of the explosion exploded from the bronze platform and scattered on the ground, and the closer spectators stretched out a hand, almost unable to look directly at the light that exploded on the platform...... However, the light dissipated, and everyone saw the unbelievable scene.

The snow owl's expression changed suddenly.

In front of Tian Yu, the young man who fell from the sky, with an index finger, pressed against Tutuer's fists.

It's a visually stunning scene.

Tutur is like a mountain.

And Ning Yi ...... It's like a grass.

At this moment, hitting the grass with a mountain is more like hitting a stone with an egg.

Ning Yi's footsteps didn't even retreat a point.

He stood in the light and the vastness, his expression calm and indifferent,

A finger pressed against Tutur's fist.

Then, place a second finger lightly on it.

His pupils were pitch-black, and he let out a beast-like roar, and he trampled on the ground under his feet, his feet stepped on a huge cobweb, and the whole person buried his head, but it was as if he had hit a thick wall, and no matter what, he could not move forward a little...... Until Ning Yi put five fingers on the surface of his fist.

Ning Yi said: "Kneel." ”

Five fingers pressed.

Tutuer's forehead, the green tendons bulged, and the roar in his throat gradually turned into a hoarse howl, and then into a pleading, a wail.

The snow owl sitting under the bronze platform looked stunned, this was the first time he had seen Tutur show such a painful expression and let out such a miserable howl after he had gone berserk...... It turns out that the wild beast will also know how to beg for mercy.

Ning Yi ignored it.

He exerted five fingers.

With a "poof", Tutuer knelt on the bronze platform, his huge head raised with difficulty, but Ning Yi's voice sounded again like an edict.

"Keep your head down. ”

The head was under great power, and it fought hard, up and down.

The moment Tutur lowered his head.

Ning Yi's other hand was raised, and the two fingers were pressed together.

A ray of sword light fell from the sky, flashing like thunder.

A streak of blood splattered out of the back of Tutuer's neck, like a narrow waterfall.

The beast fell to the ground with a thud, the sparkle in its eyes fading.

Tian Yu sat on the ground and looked at this scene in a daze...... He never imagined that Urle would have such a terrifying physique.

He suddenly felt like he was a joke.

He even questioned the hidden power in Urle's body, "Ning Yi", who talked and laughed with him on weekdays, was like a black-clothed Shura at the moment, silent and murderous.

But the light of the world surrounds him.

Thereupon...... He was more like a god, a god who came to earth with his wrath.

The soles of Ning Yi's feet, on the bronze platform, flowed with Tutuer's blood.

There was a dead silence.

......

......

On the bronze platform, the expression of the White Wolf King was obviously stunned and surprised.

On that day, he saw this young man in the king's tent, and the cultivation realm of "Ning Yi" was very well hidden at that time, but he didn't even see this person's cultivation, and later he only learned that Fu Sheng left someone in that line to visit the Fu Gong in Xiaoyuan Mountain...... Unexpectedly, this person was Ning Yi.

Even now, he still hadn't captured Ning Yi's exact realm.

Judging from his action of defeating Tutur, it was clean and neat to the extreme, without the slightest superfluous action, from this point of view, this young man is a great cultivator of the Destiny Star Realm?

The White Wolf King's expression was a little strange.

It's too young.

Is there such a genius in the steppe?

Even if it is the world of the demon clan, or the Great Sui, at this age, how many people can become the star of life?

In stark contrast to the White Wolf King's expression, it was the Snow Vulture King who had blocked his attack before.

The royal order in the heart of the vulture king's eyebrows trembled, and Tutuer's divine soul was directly shattered by Ning Yi's sword wielder's sword qi, as the host of the royal order, he was also affected to a certain extent, Xuexuan's body shook, turned over and pressed his hands on the bronze platform, he couldn't believe the picture he saw in front of him...... On the bronze platform, Tutuer, who had followed him for many years, had fallen to the ground, his head was pierced by a wisp of sword qi, and he could no longer die, and the blood on the ground gathered like a river.

It's that person!

The young man who hid his edge when they met in the king's tent.

Xue Sha covered her chest in pain and muttered, "Tutur...... Tutur ......"

Grow up with yourself.

I made a promise.

Tutur is only a little closer to seeing the "scene" he promised.

If there had not been this fight, there would have been no tragedy......

And all this is to blame on the poor people on the western border.

The Vulture King clenched his fists, and he looked at Ning Yi, word by word, with murderous intent.

"Untouchables, at the meeting of the eight great surnames...... Do you know what the crime should be?"

on the bronze table.

The young man in the black robe fell on deaf ears.

Tian Yu's expression was full of anxiety, he covered his astringent chest, and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

On the bronze platform, the competition is okay, but it can't involve life, and Tutur was almost executed because of this......

However, Ning Yi's expression was calm.

He looked at the crowd under the bronze stage, at the bonfire dinner, and he saw some familiar faces.

Su Qin.

Gao Hua.

Tian Ling'er.

The prophet old man who slowly woke up.

The children and women who had trekked with him to the Prairie and arrived at the River of Apocalypse were scattered in all corners of the bonfire dinner.

At this moment, all eyes were on him.

Ning Yi looked at the bronze platform and said softly.

"Tell him what my name is. ”

Tian Yu was stunned and said subconsciously.

"Urle ......"

When these three words were spoken, his complexion changed.

This voice also came out of Tian Ling'er's mouth.

Then there were those who had seen Ning Yi intercept the steppe snowspouts alone.

Like a voice of call and speculation, a small voice that rises and falls, gradually converges, slowly expands, and finally becomes a respectful answer.

Urle!

On that steppe, the great prince for 2,000 years, the true god that no one has ever questioned.

At the top, the Snow Vulture King, the White Wolf King, and the eight Prairie Kings all looked at the black-robed young man standing on the bronze platform in amazement.

The Lionheart King Crystal in Ning Yi's body trembled slightly.

He raised his arms and stood in the center of the wind of light and vastness.

His lips opened slightly, and he muttered.

"I'm ...... Urle-Etu!"

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