Ning Yi paused, not because he was angered by Wang Yi.

Opposite.

Instead, he completely ignored Wang Yi and blended into the surrounding environment.

Ning Yi stared intently, staring at the mist in the Changling Tomb, the outline of the mountain gradually became clear, and then became more and more distinct, until it was fully revealed, in the process, Ning Yi had no reason, and remembered some small fragments that occasionally appeared in his mind when he was in retreat in the courtyard before.

On the mountain of Changling, there are stone tablets left by many grandmasters and figures of the Great Sui Dynasty for countless years.

If you want to step into Changling, you need to bear the faint pressure of will, these are the thoughts left by the great people of Changling for a long time, if you want the stele to be passed down forever, you need to engrave a strong enough spirit.

So the people who can go far in Changling are all people with strong willpower.

The sword weapon said to himself that in the place where almost no one can climb to the top of Changling, there is a primitive stele, which carries the original stele left by the first emperor, and the original stele is an indispensable and important thing for every Great Sui Emperor to sit on the throne when he ascends the throne.

So here's the problem......

The emperors of the Great Sui, each and every one, in the long years, did they have a strong will to be able to climb to the top of the mountain?

In the vast history of the Great Sui Dynasty, there are such as the first emperors who opened the sky, and there are also immortal heroes like His Majesty Taizong today, but there are also mediocre faint monarchs, brutal and incompetent tyrants, and even babies who are forced to "ascend the throne".

Will all of them be able to reach the top of Changling Mountain?

Ning Yi's divine thoughts touched the mist of Changling, these mist is indeed a kind of obstruction, in that portal, there is a spark burning, if you enter through that door, you need to bear the will of the mountain guard...... Ning Yi stood in front of the door and stood still, but he didn't have the slightest intention of stepping into it.

He just followed his train of thought, continuously, continued to go downward, and continued to explore.

Those "emperors" were able to reach the top......

Is it because of a pure and strong bloodline?

No, apparently not, the Lionheart King of the North 2,000 years ago is a counterexample.

Ning Yi looked at the door and fell into thought.

He could see a very lonely figure, sitting at the foot of Changling Mountain, that person with his back to him, with a layer of leaves on his body, as if facing a stone tablet, silently watching.

What are you seeing?

That man...... Why not climb the mountain?

"This long qi was originally reserved for Liu Shiyi, and no sword cultivator could refuse to gamble on the sword battle. Wang Yi stared at Ning Yi, his voice echoing in the rain and mist of Changling, "That madman has been sitting in Changling for ten days, and he was the first to come, and it seems that he was also the first to leave, very good...... You're also a good choice, and here, I'll give you a good time!"

After saying this, Wang Yi suddenly moved.

He didn't pull out his long qi directly, but the whole person came to Ning Yi's back in an instant, his palm was like a knife, and he slashed it with one palm.

The sky was full of water vapor, converging out behind Ning Yi.

Ning Yi, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, did not look back, stomped his feet slightly, and the water droplets on the ground were shocked and bounced.

The hand knife drew a long arc.

The two pools of water vapor were split to pieces, and Ning Yi fell away from the situation, but the soles of his feet were stuck to the ground

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, Layers of fallen leaves gathered like a tornado, opening and closing around Ning Yi, the oil-paper umbrella was no longer open, and the miserable white sword blade did not spin out, but it had an unstoppable sword aura.

The tip of the sword touches the ground.

Ning Yi jumped up slightly, bent his knees and stepped on a drop of water, and with extremely light force, he turned forward and swept to the side.

The drop of water seemed to be thrown out by the tip of Ning Yi's boot and continued to sweep forward.

"Changqi" halved the drop of water, and the little sword immortal who swooped forward with a long sword was like a bamboo, his eyes were gloomy, and he was just staring at Ning Yi.

The two of them went one after the other, and if the mist of Changling was sensitive, where the sword qi passed, the mist was shattered.

Ning Yi's mental strength was all on thinking about the problem, and in the face of Wang Yi's sword qi, he subconsciously used Master Pei Min's sword treasure.

One breath and one breath, secretly holding heaven and earth.

The three thousand worlds are all sword hidden.

Water droplets can hide swords, flying flowers can hide swords, dead wood can hide swords, and grass clippings can hide swords.

Ning Yi's body swept backwards, his toes kept tapping the ground, every time he touched the ground, his body was like an arrow off the string, faster and faster, the sky was full of water vapor mist, grass clippings, dead wood and flowers, converging.

Wang Yi, who only had a "long qi", suddenly noticed a very terrifying phenomenon.

The dispute between the two, the little uncle of Shushan who retreated when he put away the oil-paper umbrella, no matter how he attacked, he would never fight back, at the critical moment, a drop of water and a piece of grass clippings could block his own sword, and one eliminated the other, just like a chess player playing against each other, the sky was full of fog and grass clippings, and gradually became a general trend, the more he attacked and killed, the more he succeeded the other party's thoughts.

In the more than a dozen breaths one after the other, Wang Yi did not use his sword qi, and Ning Yi did not pull out the fine snow, so it was absolutely impossible for him to go all out, but now it seems that this is sharpening his sword path with himself?!

Wang Yi raised his head and saw Ning Yi's eyes, and those dark pupils gradually became brighter.

A magnificent dragon head has been condensed and formed, with two black clothes dotted with the eye.

Xiao Jianxian suddenly realized this, and his heart suddenly woke up.

"He's going to ...... Slay the dragon!"

The toes stopped suddenly.

Ning Yi raised a finger and pointed at Wang Yi.

The fog that Changling gradually became thicker, and under this finger, it was attracted by the sword qi, and it trembled wildly-

"Buzz".

Ning Yi was stagnant in the dual realm of sword qi, and he had always been enlightened...... He found that his sword qi dual realm seemed to be different from others', purely in terms of killing power, when he was in the first realm, he could fight with the seven realms, and the "sword hiding" method of the double realm was still only ignorant, but Ning Yi already had an illusion.

He can already easily suppress the Eight Realms cultivators!

Is this the power of the "Sword Hide" method? Ning Yi has not yet thoroughly explored this secret method, and after he broke through the Seven Realms, he has not even looked deeply into his body once.

Accompanied by Ning Yi's "sword finger killing" method, the point fell at the foot of Changling's mountain, countless sword qi surrounded, two black clothes, instantly separated from one, Ning Yi came to the fog dragon, swept grass clippings, dead wood, all wrapped in their own wisps, as if there was no sword qi.

The brightness in his eyes was not just because he seemed to have realized a trace of the essence of the "sword pointing and killing" method.

Ning Yi figured out a truth.

He looked at the burning star in Changling

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The portal of fire, with a solemn gaze, after leaving the range of the mist, does not look back to see the result of his own finger.

......

......

Overwhelming droplets.

Flying flowers and leaves.

The little sword immortal Wang Wei in it was different, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, it was difficult to move forward an inch, as he expected, Ning Yi led himself to keep out of the sword, accumulate sword qi, and finally slaughtered the "big dragon", the mist came in an instant, and the black clothes were out of his sight, and he disappeared in an instant.

Wang Yi lifted a breath lightly, his spirit was tense, and he was always on guard against being in the mist, Ning Yi was in his unknown place, and handed out a deadly sword.

Wherever the "long qi" passed, the water droplets were broken, the grass clippings were cut off, the flying flowers bloomed, and the mist cleared.

The sword qi is sometimes exhausted.

To Wang Yi's surprise, it was the sword cultivator from Shushan Mountain in the western realm who was extremely righteous and awe-inspiring that he did not attack with a sword, and after slaughtering the big dragon, he allowed himself to use his sword intent in the sword qi world to break through the layout.

What Wang Yi didn't expect was that when he stepped out of the fog with his "long qi" and was quite embarrassed, the entire Changling Tomb was already empty, and there was no figure.

Wang Yi looked around, the portal in the mist was still burning with gentle sparks, but there was no trace of Ning Yi's starlight...... He didn't go down this path?

The little sword fairy was a little confused.

He raised his head and plunged the "long qi" into the ground, the raindrops in the dome became heavier and heavier, and his face was divided into three points, and he pressed the hilt of the cross sword with both hands, and let out a long breath.

"Qiangshan has a long breath and is a good sword. ”

Wang Yi was suddenly alert, he turned around suddenly, but found that in front of him, unconsciously, a "gentle" woman in a white robe appeared.

Not even a single sound?

The voice was slowly covered with a veil, her face was neither sad nor joyful, the faint rain and mist raised a vague halo on her face, and she didn't know what she saw in Changling, this great gentleman of the White Deer Cave Academy, the harsh aura on his body, hidden, no longer exposed, but introverted.

"Wang Yi, Qiang Shan gave you this sword in the hope that you would be able to inherit the Sword Domination Dao, not to make you embarrassed. He looked at Xiao Jianxian slowly, and said with a smile: "If Qiang Shan knows that you gamble with 'Changqi' and lose the bet, do you know what the consequences will be?"

After Wang Yi heard this, he seemed to have a trace of soberness.

His age was too young, even if he walked out of Qiang Mountain, he was not recognized by many geniuses, so he left Qiang Mountain, held a long sword and went around to seek enemies, looking down on the low realm, and ran into walls everywhere.

After fighting with Ning Yi, he suddenly realized that in a sense, if Ning Yi accepted the gambling sword, he would have lost more than half of it.

Wang Yi snorted coldly, held the long sword with both hands, and said in an urn voice: "I don't need you to remind me." ”

The woman standing in the rain vapor smiled gently: "I heard that you are waiting for me to walk out of Changling?"

Wang Yi took a breath lightly, thinking back to the battle he had just had, and seemed to have some heart palpitations.

"Qiang Mountain has four long swords: 'Haoran', 'Changqi', 'Wuzi', and 'Jingshu', and there is only one 'Waterfall Qin' in Bailudong Academy. ”

The sound of carrying the ancient qin case slowly glanced at the immature black-clothed little sword fairy, and said indifferently: "If you are not frightened by Ning Yi, just bet with me with the 'long qi' in your hand, and I will let you make ten moves." ”

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