That was Yi Shui Sword Intent.

You can't go wrong.

Luo Ning's eyes could no longer be closed.

In this world, apart from himself and Li Fengliang, can this kind of aura still appear?

The mountains are extremely tall and deep into the clouds.

Lookout Mountain ran dead horses, but because the mountain was so high, he knew that it might take a long time.

The wind is no longer hard and cold.

And the snow is no longer clear.

Because before this tall mountain, everything was blocked down.

The cold hits.

But in front of this mountain, it is as warm as spring.

Because it's just too high.

The tall one is not what a mountain should look like, but more like a sword.

A sword that has always been extremely tall and insurmountable.

Luo Ning frowned, so he asked, "What is the name of this mountain in front of you?" ”

There were only two words to answer him, "Mangdan." ”

Mangdang Mountain.

He added, "This mountain is the highest mountain in the world, there is no one. ”

Luo Ning asked puzzled, "The Starfall Pavilion back then was on this?"

The man replied, "Exactly." ”

Luo Ning asked again, "Then what is the reason for this Yishui Sword Intent?"

The man said, "This is Yi Shuihan's sword intent, and it is also his sword intent that seals this mountain, so no one can enter it." ”

Luo Ning said calmly, "But I'm here." ”

The man from Starfall Pavilion said, "If you weren't Yi Shuihan's disciple, I wouldn't have brought you here. ”

Luo Ning said, "So you're ready for a long time. ”

The man from Starfall Pavilion looked at him and said, "You've been ready for a long time, haven't you?"

"Yes," said Ronin. ”

He jumped out of the carriage.

Walked in front of the three men.

The three men naturally stepped back and followed him.

Song Qianqian also jumped off the horse.

The hatchet knife was held in the hand.

He walked calmly forward.

Behind him, the man at the head of the Starfall Pavilion reminded, "This Yi Shui Sword Intent is extremely powerful. ”

Luo Ning said expressionlessly, "This is the same root. ”

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Knife in hand.

The air is noticeably less cold.

There is a sword smell in the wind.

If the sword has no taste, then the air is the smell of the river.

The closer you get to the mountain, the more pronounced the smell becomes.

Luo Ning's hand holding the firewood knife began to tremble.

The Lethe sword behind him was also trembling, and it seemed that it could be unsheathed at any time.

It seems to be unsheathed at any time.

There is snow on the mountain and there is a mountain road.

The road was full of snow.

The boy walked on this snowy road, felt the cold in his face, listened to the wind whistling in his ears, and then closed his eyes.

There are many times when you can see clearly with your eyes closed than with your eyes open.

That sword intent clearly felt that someone was climbing the mountain, and it seemed to feel provoked, and the snowflakes in the air danced more impatiently, forming a rapid whirlwind in the air.

The whirlwind blew on his face like a very small sword falling on his body.

It didn't hurt much, but it made a few people walk much slower.

The light on the black umbrella shone brightly, and an aura enveloped all three of them.

The snowflakes hit the barrier formed by the black umbrella and fell.

Luo Ning held the sword, and an incomparably distant sword intent appeared beside him, far away, extremely distant sword intent.

It's like dry wood on this mountain.

Song Qianqian's body and the bodies of the yellow horse and the white horse were all shrouded in him.

Chopping wood sword intent shot and resisted the snow in the air.

Song Qianqian's eyes widened, feeling the invisible aura emanating from Luo Ning's side, and a frightened look appeared on her face for the first time.

But Luo Ning was expressionless.

He didn't hesitate any longer.

He stepped onto the snowy road.

A tremendous pressure came to the face.

Even though he was already in the Yin and Yang Realm, he still felt that the pressure was extremely huge, and the sword intent of chopping wood was buzzing and trembling in this wind and snow, but Luo Ning's hand was extremely steady.

The wind is blowing.

The snow is getting more urgent.

All that blew up was the chaotic snow on the mountains.

Luo Ning looked back at the three people in the Starfall Pavilion, "I can't hold on and say something." ”

With a wave of his hand, the knife suddenly came out of its sheath.

An extremely bright flash of lightning broke out in the air, but it was instantly engulfed by the wind and snow.

The wind rises.

Luo Ning snorted lightly, and there was no further hesitation under his feet.

He had to pass through this realm of sword intent extremely quickly, and even if he did, it was impossible for him to stay in this realm of sword intent for too long.

The longer he stays in it, the faster his spiritual power will drain.

The wind and snow obscured his vision, but there was no way to break through the sword intent.

The speed of several people increased significantly.

So the chaotic snowflakes in the sky also accelerated.

Originally, the snowflakes that did not have any lethal power landed on the sword intent field that Luo Ning unleashed, and then fell, and the crackling sound sounded, like firecrackers set off during the New Year.

Song Qianqian tried hard to control her body, but her face turned pale.

After all, she was only a child under the age of eleven.

It's just kids, after all.

Luo Ning walked in the middle of the storm, his face expressionless.

It's just him, and how much pressure he's under at this moment.

He lightly slashed the firewood knife horizontally, and the sword intent that blocked all the snowflakes shrouded the three people in the Starfall Pavilion again.

Their faces were much less pale.

They looked at the back of the young man and suddenly felt some admiration.

But they knew that the further back they went, the more terrifying the sword intent behind them would be.

The air was torn and humming, and Luo Ning's steps were steady and firm.

Every step he takes, he will leave a deep footprint on this hard and cold snow, and Song Qianqian follows him, unconsciously unconsciously following his steps.

She stepped on Luo Ning's footsteps, and this was how comfortable she felt.

And this is the subtlety of the Yin and Yang Realm, which can affect the breath of heaven and earth, and naturally can also imperceptibly affect the actions of the people around them.

Their movements gradually synchronized, forming a cycle in the chaotic wind and snow, as if extremely mysterious.

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Wood knife horizontal.

No one knows how long they have been in this snowstorm.

But everyone could feel it - the teenager who was at the front was much slower.

But he's still walking.

The hatchet knife is bright and the eyes are bright.

He had to go on, because the sword intent here was already so strong that even he had some heart palpitations.

If you give up here, the wind and snow sword intent will come in the sky, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Wind and snow are messy.

His sword intent realm gradually shrank.

But these people are still firmly surrounded by them.

The distance between those people is naturally much closer.

I don't know how long I walked.

Luo Ning's knuckles turned slightly white, and the sword intent realm shrank again.

But this time, it wasn't just the sword intent realm that had shrunk.

There was a fierce aura in the air.

For the first time, he stopped.

Because he didn't know when a wound appeared in his shoulder.

The cotton garment was torn apart, revealing snow-white cotton.

Blood was on the cotton.

It's like white paper dyed with ink.

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