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"After breaking through the Wind Riding Realm? This made me a little disappointed, and I still planned to use this power to break through the barriers of the Wind Riding Realm in one fell swoop. Ω Net." Ning Yue shook his head lightly and sighed, although in terms of the frontier of all nations, the Wind Riding Realm was already not a low level. However, for the powerhouses of the entire Big 6, the Wind Riding Realm is the real entry.

Riding the wind, with the help of the control of the air flow, you can glide freely in mid-air, coupled with the improvement of your physique, it will be a revolutionary breakthrough.

The sword spirit replied: "Yes, without the physical enhancement brought by the breakthrough of the Wind Riding Realm, it is impossible for the master's body to withstand the power that originated from the demon race. Moreover, it is precisely because the master himself has the high-level bloodline of the demon clan that the threshold has been lowered to the realm of riding the wind. If it were someone else, an ordinary human powerhouse, no matter how high the talent was, it would be impossible for anyone below the Venerable Realm to refine that kind of power. ”

"I can see it, but I can't eat it, it really makes me feel itchy and uncomfortable."

After saying that, Ning Yue's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light.

"Sword Spirit, this breakthrough is due to the refining of a little demon power, as well as the previous accumulation. I guess it should be different from the normal breakout, right? For example, my control over the power of the demon bloodline? ”

"The master guessed correctly, now that you have temporarily awakened the demon bloodline, there should be another five seconds of time. When you cast the power of the seal in the Dark Xuan, maybe the backlash will be smaller. ”

"It's a pity, in this academy, I can't use the power of the demon race, and even the dark xuan must be used as little as possible. That expectation will be postponed until after the end of this cutting-edge competition. But it's also good, it's a rare opportunity to let me not rely on Dark Xuan. I've always wanted to do that, but I didn't have the chance. ”

Shaking his head, Ning Yue sat on Chifeng's seat with his sword, his voice a little lower.

"By the way, Sword Spirit, I remember you seem to have said that you have been asleep for at least a thousand years?"

The sword spirit replied, "It should have been a thousand years since I entered the sword. I woke up a few times along the way, but I couldn't meet someone of the same blood as my master, and I was completely awakened. So, after a while, I fell into a deep sleep again. In the long slumber, the memories are also constantly passing. ”

"So, what do you remember in your current broken memory? For example, a thousand years ago, the famous Jun Chi Tribe's battle holy daughter in the demon world, Youxuan. ”

When that name was spoken, even if Ning Yue didn't enter the space inside the sword, he could feel that the sword spirit had changed. A deep chill that had never been felt before leaked out of the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword, almost freezing all the fingers holding the sword on the hilt.

After a while, the chill slowly dissipated, and it seemed that he was stunned for a long time, and the sword spirit sighed and replied, "Master, where did you get this name?" ”

Ning Yue's heart trembled violently, and he replied, "Heard? And say yes, it's actually your name? ”

In the space inside the sword, the sword spirit knelt on the ground, shook his head, and said, "I don't know, I can't remember at all." But when I heard the name, I felt an incomparably strong sadness rise up in my heart, which took over my body and made me stop thinking. I thought, maybe that's the name I've lost. However, it is also possible that that the name is not mine, but it has a deep connection with me. Where did the owner get this name? ”

Without concealing it, Ning Yue replied truthfully: "On top of an ancient book, some of the history of the demon clan thousands of years ago is recounted, which should be written by someone from the demon clan, and I can't understand the original text at all." Among them, there is an illustration of the war saint Youxuan, which makes people feel that they can cross time and space, and feel that she exudes a terrifying aura on the battlefield. But then the next page, missing, so much so that I don't know how this person ended. The back of the painting states that this was her last battle. ”

"Youxuan? The last battle? I'm sure I have that in my original memory. But when I heard it, I felt so sad that I couldn't think about what I knew. Master, can you, not mention this yet? ”

"Well, since you don't like it, forget it. It's okay for the time being, you can rest. ”

With a sigh of admiration, Ning Yue put the Dark Xuan Ancient Sword into his sheath.

He was sure that the sword spirit was hiding something from him. However, since it was a secret that he didn't want to tell, he wouldn't force it. Over the years, the Sword Spirit has helped him a lot and saved him many times.

If there was no Dark Xuan Ancient Sword and no Sword Spirit, Ning Yue believed that he might not be able to live to this time. So, he didn't want to doubt the sword spirit. She shouldn't have a reason to hurt him.

In the space inside the sword, the sword spirit looked up at the blood-colored void sky above, and after a long time, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he smiled bitterly.

"Youxuan? Is it a name that has been erased from existence? ”

There was nothing else, and it was inconvenient for Ning Yue to continue to stay in this room, so he picked up his sword and walked towards the door.

However, just as his right hand reached out and was about to touch the doorknob, he stopped. It just so happened that a dark cloud drifted through the night sky, and the dim moonlight that poured into the room through the window almost disappeared, and it was already dim. Now, it's almost completely dark.

With his eyebrows curled, Ning Yuexun withdrew his right hand and grasped the hilt of Dark Xuan's sword with five fingers. Across the door, just across from what he couldn't see, there were new visitors.

The other party's breath fluctuations are very weak, and he is deliberately hiding himself.

However, he could sense a faint chill that hung through the crack in the door.

The sword was unsheathed, and the edge was already cold. For a sword that is sharp enough, when it is excited by meeting an opponent, a mere scabbard cannot restrain its deep cold.

The dark flame in the sheath was also trembling slightly, and he also sensed the bloodthirstiness from the other party.

Swords and swords meet, each other has begun to buzz, full of fighting spirit, and there is only one result.

Zheng –

The Dark Xuan Ancient Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and at this time, Ning Yue would not hesitate.

On the other side of the door, so did those who came quietly.

Snort –

The two sword roars almost continued into a long roar, and under the somewhat piercing slashing sound, the closed door broke open in an instant, and a crack that emerged instantly transmitted the violent sword qi to all around, and in the blink of an eye, countless slashing fragments flew one after another, and the two sword lights that penetrated the last barrier roared and clashed.

Ping!

It is also a shining light as red as blood, gorgeous and poignant, like the last bloom of the moment when life is scattered and withered.

Under the cover of dark clouds, the moonlight was dim and almost nothing, and in the dark room, only these two swords of sword light were constantly colliding and clashing, and the bits of light that collided flew and fluttered, and then disappeared. Vaguely this piece of darkness is the end of the spread of the galaxy, and these two flashes of sword light are the only roars that can make the entire universe still declare that it is still brilliant and has not yet fallen.

The opponent's sword was very fast, and for the first time in his history, Ning Yue felt that he couldn't keep up with the opponent's movements with almost all his strength. Moreover, the tricks are not complicated, just the most basic stabbing and splitting, but each blow can almost grasp any flaw in his sword-swinging movements, and strike hard at the weakest point of strength.

After only three moves, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and felt as if he had fought a hundred moves, and the strength of several superimposed forces was transmitted to his palm through the blade, and his entire right arm was trembling, unable to do anything.

"Is the gap still so far?"

With a sigh in his heart, Ning Yue suddenly shook his body and retreated, turned over and kicked on the wooden table behind him, and the dark Xuan Ancient Sword in his hand was on the side. At the same moment, a trace of hot heat passed through the arm, and the power circulating in the meridians seemed to be burning with flames, igniting the entire arm.

All the power is concentrated in this blow. The arm of the right hand has awakened a small amount of demon blood, and at this moment, all the mysterious power that can be condensed is mobilized.

The sword came out, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the condensed line of scarlet penetrated the darkness and stabbed down obliquely.

In front of him, the black shadow of the horizontal sword did not retreat an inch, and met it with a single blow.

Ding——

The two swords touched again, and at the same moment, the dark clouds covering the dim moon in the night sky outside the window finally drifted away, and the miserable white moonlight reflected in the room again, and under the dim faint cold light, through the two solidified figures, the elongated shadows spread to the walls.

Among them, there were slender long shadows in the shape of a sword across each other's bodies.

Tick.

A little scarlet drifted down, staining the ground and blending into the dust, breaking the temporary silence.

Ning Yue's body trembled slightly, and in the coldness that came from the side of his neck, the freezing stinging pain finally began to diffuse.

The opponent's sword was impressively against his vital point. And his sword was three points slower when it was slashed back, and the side of the blade was half an inch away, but it was no more than the man's shoulder.

The swords were still roaring, but above each other's blades, the flickering red light was no longer as bright as before.

"The symbolic sword of the Western Marshal, the bloodthirsty sword of killing, the flame night, is really powerful."

Smiling slightly, in the lingering cold, Ning Yueqiang pretended to be casual and put the secret Xuan into the sheath. The moment the five fingers released the hilt, his hand trembled violently.

But in just a few moves, there is a feeling of prostration.

"Under the wind realm, I am afraid that only you and your sword can face Yan Xiao head-on."

Behind him, Chi Feng snorted faintly, also drew his sword, and put it into its sheath. It was only at this moment that Yanxiao finally stopped whistling.

"You didn't use all your strength, otherwise, I would have died at the first move." Ning Yue smiled and turned his head to look at the broken gate. If Chi Feng was really moving, with the power of the Wind Riding Realm Ninefold, he would probably not be much better than this one now.

"You didn't use all your strength, did you? At least, it was basically your own strength just now, not the power in the sword. At my age as you, I would never be half as good as you were. Moreover, when it was clear that I knew who was behind the door, I still had the courage to draw my sword and fight, and if we had switched sides, I would not have hesitated. ”

After saying that, Chi Feng shook his body and sat in his place, without turning on the lamp, just staring at Ning Yue in the dark, and then smiled mysteriously.

"At this time, you came to my room alone, I'm afraid only you kid has the guts."

Ning Yue's gaze continued to stare at the other party's sword, the flame that entered the sheath. He frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?" At this time, it is absolutely impossible for you to appear here with Flame Night in mind. ”

At least yesterday, when Chi Feng entered the Imperial Academy in his own right, the sword he was equipped with was only a green steel blade, not this bloodthirsty flame night.

Under the mask, the corners of Chifeng's mouth were slightly pulled, and he smiled: "I know, I can't hide it from you." I have already investigated, the last time Xiao Yin disappeared and was taken away by Sima Tiansong, she was born in this Imperial Academy. Presumably, Sima Tiansong is here, and he also planted chess pieces that have not been revealed. ”