Ning Qianqiu's eyes were unprecedentedly clear.

Every move and every style of Yu Lianhua, every movement of Hao's wrist and fingertips, are clearly in sight, and even Ning Qianqiu can see the sword intent!

The supreme sword intent that filled the heavens and the earth turned into an illusory sword light in Ning Qianqiu's eyes, just like a Master, guiding his sword blade!

Invincible!

On the contrary, Yu Lianhua was in a state of confusion at the moment, no longer in a leisurely state, and was in a state of panic.

"Why? Why did that sword intent choose you?!" Yu Lianhua felt pain and hatred in her heart, and she didn't feel that two lines of clear tears flowed down.

She is a pious sword cultivator, and she has long had the consciousness of living for the sword and dying for the sword!

But the supreme sword path that he has pursued all his life is obviously in front of him, but he chose Ning Qianqiu!

"Why?!"

Bang!

The Daxi sword hit Yu Lianhua's sword again, and the huge force struck, her palm shook violently, and the long sword almost fell off. Ning Qianqiu's sword was imaginative, and it was slashed from the slope again.

Airplanes!

The Qingkun Mirror automatically protects the master, and shoots out a green brilliance, blocking Ning Qianqiu's sword!

Qingguang Xuanguang exploded in front of her eyes, and Yu Lianhua woke up from a big dream, and was shocked to find that she had walked in front of the ghost gate, and her face turned pale with fright.

The resonance of Ning Qianqiu's sword intent with the ancient power brought her too much impact, and it almost made her go mad!

"Damn!"

"Even if the Ancient Powers can help you, so what?"

Yu Lianhua snorted, and the long sword fought back.

She understood.

The powerful sword intent in the swamp is the sword intent of the brave, Ning Qianqiu is unyielding in fighting to the death, and his state of mind is like this, so he can resonate.

Brave ......

It's not in line with her kendo!

If you can't get it, it's fate, so why pity?

Yu Lianhua's state of mind was clear, and she completely showed the demeanor of the elder of Qianhu Academy, the sword momentum was like a splash, and the sword light was bloody, and she wanted to rise to the sky.

Ning Qianqiu was fearless.

At this moment, his heart completely entered a state of emptiness and selflessness, and in front of him, only the red light of sword intent was activated by Yu Lianhua's sword momentum in an instant, and it gradually boiled.

For thousands of years, have you also longed for a hearty battle?

With a pinch of the sword technique, the Daxi Sword was divided into three ways, and the Xuanguang Dasheng actually resonated with the three powerful sword intents at the same time, attacking the front Qianying in three directions!

In mid-air, the feather falcon only felt that its cold hairs stood on end.

In the field, the sword intent of Ning Qianqiu, Yu Lianhua and the ancient power was gathered, boiling against the sky!

It's already ......

It's time of the decisive battle!

Supreme hour!

Under the nervous gaze of the Feather Falcon, the black and red lights collided together without hesitation!

Yu Lianhua resisted the three sword lights at the same time, and the fierce black light could not advance an inch. The stunning red mango seems to have robbed all the colors of the world, reflecting her tall and weak figure like a blood-colored rose, blooming delicately in the secluded world!

In an instant, her comprehension of kendo has improved again!

Ning Qianqiu's expression was solemn, and he suddenly sighed lightly, and said softly: "Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed a real sword cultivator!"

His whisper was drowned out in the roar of the black-scaled cone!

When the stalemate was stalemate, a cluster of black light shot out, aiming at Yu Lianhua's heart.

Yu Lian's pretty face changed slightly, and it was already difficult to dodge, so she had to sink her delicate body, and her shoulder was hit by a black scale cone with a snap.

Sharp pain struck, and the black scale cone pierced deep into Yu Lianhuaxiang's shoulder, and the poignant blood splashed on her beautiful face.

She gritted her teeth, and her expression was rarely fierce.

"Die!"

Her sword momentum soared, and suddenly became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, Ning Qianqiu's sword intent was defeated, and she was cut to pieces, and Hongmang pressed Ning Qianqiu with thousands of anger and hatred.

Ning Qianqiu stared at the red sword light that slashed in, his body was motionless, and after a moment, he sighed lightly.

There were two muffled sounds, Yu Lianhua's hideous and fierce expression suddenly froze, and the red sword light that slashed towards Ning Qianqiu seemed to have lost its target in an instant, and in mid-air, it collapsed.

"Huh...... Hehe......"

Yu Lianhua's hand hung down weakly, and she could only smile bitterly at herself.

At some point, two black-scaled cones had pierced deep into her waist. On the black scale cone, there is a nameless flame, which is constantly scorching her dantian at this moment!

The true element is full of energy, and it can no longer be mobilized.

She, defeated.

Utterly defeated!

Ning Qianqiu's eyes were indifferent, and with a finger of the sword, the Daxi Sword that had been shot down floated up again, slashing at Yu Lianhua!

The strength of Yu Lianhua made Ning Qianqiu deeply jealous, and he made such a terrifying enemy, and the next time he met him, he didn't have the sword intent of the ancient powers, so he came to help him!

Gotta cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

can be restrained, it is not Yu Lianhua's style, Zhenyuan is imprisoned, Yu Lianhua's heart is ruthless, and the halberd is pointed at a point, and the Qingkun mirror in mid-air trembles violently.

A bad feeling flashed in Ning Qianqiu's heart.

He drew his sword and flew back!

The trembling Qingkun mirror exploded!

The power of terror swept everywhere!

Ning Qianqiu felt as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy hammer, and he retreated several steps before slowing down his body, and when he was busy pinching the sword technique, the Daxi sword floated in front of him.

The sound of Dangdang was endless, and the fragments of the Qingkun mirror exploded in all directions, and the Daxi Sword trembled.

Over there, because Yu Lianhua was closer to each other, the fluctuations that erupted from the Qingkun Mirror directly lifted her body out and fell into the reeds in the distance.

Stumbling to the ground, Yu Lianhua gritted her teeth and pulled out the black scale cone, forcibly urging Zhenyuan, turning into a ball of red light and escaping.

"I swear by Yu Lianhua that I will kill you in this life!"

Her voice full of hatred resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Ning Qianqiu looked at her fleeing figure, and regret flashed in her eyes. At such a distance, even if he wanted to chase and kill the other party, he was powerless.

But I was saved!

Ning Qianqiu breathed a long sigh of relief, sat on the ground, the blood on his face quickly faded, and a feeling of dizziness hit his mind.

With trembling hands, he took out a small porcelain bottle, Ning Qianqiu didn't care how many pills there were in it, he poured it into his mouth, and took out a variety of medicinal materials to replenish qi and blood, and ate them raw!

At the moment, his situation is not optimistic, he has lost too much blood, and if he doesn't replenish it in time, it is likely that even his cultivation will fall back to the Yellow Spirit Realm.

Although the practice of swallowing medicinal herbs raw was rude, his body was strengthened by the Barbarian King's Gong and could barely withstand it.

There was a sound of flapping wings, and the feather falcon landed in front of him.

"It should be, it's safe, right?" Ning Qianqiu shrugged at it.

The feather falcon loosened her mouth and gently put the fruit down, this girl was probably stunned by the fierce battle just now, her breathing was steady, and she fell asleep.

Ning Qianqiu glanced at Guo'er and said with a smile: "I'll meditate and heal my wounds first, and you take care of her!"

With a smile, he seemed to be involved in the injury, and his face turned a little paler.

Feather Falcon nodded.

In the swamp, there was a rare moment of quiet, even the wind was very light.

The feather falcon arranges its feathers with its sharp beak, and the morning sun is slowly rising from the horizon, shining on its body, the purple feathers are like the morning glow on the horizon, and the beauty is abnormal.

After finishing the feathers, the feather falcon took a deep look at Ning Qianqiu.

"Thank you. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

It whispered to itself, as if saying that would make it feel better. Then its sharp eagle beak silently pecked at Ning Qianqiu's throat!

Rustling......

The wind, rushing again, broke the calm of the swamp, and at the very beginning of the day, it was murderous!