The flesh on Ye Qing's face throbbed a few times, and then he understood something.

Luo Ning has always been a person he can't see through, but at this time, he actually took the initiative to greet himself like this, then there is only one possibility.

Then he is really in a desperate situation.

Luo Ning looked at him and said lightly, "I have already found the secret of Xuantian Divine Iron, but it's a pity." ”

Gu Changsheng asked, "What is a pity?"

Luo Ning pointed to the thatched palace behind him with his finger, and said quietly, "The ancestors of your two major sects have already made an agreement with our Yi Shuihan, the three sons of prophecy will compete in ten years, and if anyone wins, they will be able to get the Xuantian Divine Iron." ”

Ye Qing pondered for a moment and said, "This is a good rule, but why is it a pity. ”

Luo looked at Qingshan quietly and said, "Because we can't beat the demon general." ”

Gu Changsheng lowered his head, what Luo Ning said was not wrong, even if the three of them were together, they were still not the opponents of the demon general.

Luo Ning stood up, then took out Yi Shuihan's autobiography from the room and put it in the hands of the two people.

Gu Changsheng and Ye Qing finished reading each other, and their faces were a little ugly.

Then they all felt the three sword intents, sword intents, and spear intents hidden in them, which were the three incomparably powerful powers.

Qin Boyi said quietly, "I can feel the mechanism contained in it, and only after five years, when the people of the three major sects inject the spiritual power of their respective sects at the same time, can they unlock this map." ”

Qingshu, Tie Xinran and Yi Shuihan were all three people who were already standing at the top of the world.

The prohibition set by the three of them together, no one in this world can break it.

Luo Ning looked at the two of them and said calmly, "I'm afraid we won't live to that time." ”

For the first time, some dignified expressions appeared on Ye Qing's handsome face.

He slowly sat down cross-legged, as if to recuperate his voice.

Then Gu Changsheng also sat down on the spot, he put the knife on his knee, he had also suffered an unclear injury because he had torn the book around his waist.

Gu Changsheng looked at Luo Ning and said, "Before, I only said that you Jianyuan are a bunch of garbage. ”

Qin Boyi raised his eyebrows slightly, and then there was deep anger in his eyes.

Gu Changsheng continued, "I know I can't run away, so even if I want to die, I have to deal a heavy blow to that Demon Sect. ”

Luo Ning turned his head to look at Ye Qing, "What about you?"

Ye Qing replied coldly, "I don't have the same thoughts as him, I just don't want to let my death be too ugly." ”

Luo Ning said softly, "Thank you for your help." ”

Ye Qing replied lightly, "Don't thank me, I'm just for Xuantian Divine Iron." ”

The night had not yet set, but at this moment the northern sky was covered with dark clouds as if night had fallen.

No one knew what the realm of the demon general Night Demon without Bidan was, but he was able to crush the three of them with just one body, which was already an extremely perverted existence.

The dark cloud in the sky moved faster and faster, and when it encountered a gust of wind, it did not disperse, and when it encountered a cloud of mist, it engulfed along with the cloud.

Finally, the cloud and mist slowly moved to the foot of the green mountain where everyone was.

None of Ye Qing and Gu Changsheng opened their eyes.

Luo Ning looked up at the bluestone thoughtfully.

In the distance, a faint layer of night finally shrouded me.

But the heavens and the earth are not yet dark.

......

......

The sword in Yang Mubai's hand moved first.

He wouldn't give this Demon Sect cultivator any chance.

As soon as he made a move, it was the sword style of the first mountain gate!

An incomparably powerful sword wind slashed from the sword in his hand towards the demon general with a seemingly unstoppable truth.

Yang Mubai has always only been clear to the Tao.

Every battle he had, every time he played a sword, there was enough truth.

With these truths, his sword can be extremely fast, incomparably decisive, incomparably killing, and he can move forward.

For the first time since he entered the Spirit Awareness Realm, he used his sword for the first time, but he was facing a powerhouse of the eighth level of the Spirit Awareness Realm.

There was no fear on Yang Mubai's face, and the sword in his hand was not slow.

An extremely strange smile appeared on the corner of the Demon Sect cultivator's mouth, and he looked at Yang Mubai as if he was looking at another fool.

The Zhengli Sword exuded a pure white spiritual power, and then it tore through the demonic qi in front of the Demon Sect cultivators.

The latter's face changed slightly, as if he didn't expect this Sword Yuan disciple who knew the spirit realm to be so strong.

He beckoned gently, and then a long sword appeared in his hand at some point.

The black demonic qi surged on top of the long sword, and the demonic qi that had been torn apart just now instantly condensed together again. Then it was fiercely wrapped around the long sword in Yang Mubai's hand.

The sword was as dark as night.

An incomparably powerful spiritual power instantly enveloped Yang Mubai's body.

The two of them raised their swords and played against each other for a moment, and there were two arc-shaped auras faintly shrouded around Yang Mubai and the Demon Sect cultivators, like two enchantments firmly surrounding the two of them.

The eyes of the two men were focused for no more than a few breaths.

And the sword in his hand didn't know how many times it had collided in the time of these few breaths.

The sword in Yang Mubai's hand didn't know why it suddenly became much lower at this time, his face was unusually calm, and then he took a step back with the sword.

A deep sword mark appeared on his left shoulder.

Then a piece of the shirt on the shoulder of the Demon Sect cultivator fell.

Both men knew who had lost.

The Demon Sect cultivator said lightly, "Knowing the soul, you are not my opponent. ”

Yang Mubai looked at him and took a step forward, and the Zhengli Sword in his hand let out a deep and incomparably low whisper.

His white clothes were still unstained, and he looked at this Demon Sect cultivator and said, "If you haven't defeated the Prophet, this is unreasonable. ”

A faint smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Demon Sect cultivator, he looked at Yang Mubai, and then followed his previous appearance with a sword as a salute.

"Demon Sect Xue Qi, please teach Jian Yuan. ”

Yang Mubai didn't answer this time, he raised the sword in his hand, and stepped forward again without saying anything, he knew that as long as he dragged this person here for a moment, the better Luo Xue's chance of saving Luo Ning.

There was incomparable fortitude on his face, and the spiritual power in the sword fetus skyrocketed.

A more powerful spiritual power was injected into the Zhengli Sword, and several sounds of the two swords interlacing sounded in mid-air.

Then the two swords separated, and Yang Mubai took a half step back slightly.

A deep wound appeared on his left arm.

Xue Qi looked at him and asked thoughtfully, "Is it worth it to take half a step back at the expense of being injured?"

Yang Mubai shouted loudly, "I do things in Jianyuan, and I never ask if it's worth it. As long as it makes sense, then do it!"