Yin Ziqing didn't know what this chai knife meant.

He was just very curious about how the immortal brother in his eyes could defeat the person in front of him.

He slowed down as he swung his sword and chopped down trees.

Luo Ning's voice came from afar, "Practice your sword, don't be distracted." ”

Yin Ziqing turned his head very obediently, and then concentrated on chopping the tree in front of him with his sword.

The trunks of the trees swayed and rattled.

The man held the knife in his hand and glanced at Yin Ziqing, and then he did not hide his admiration for Luo Ning at all.

"You're great at teaching a fool like that. ”

Luo Ning didn't answer him, because he was already very powerful.

The traces left by the sword in Yin Ziqing's hand on the trunk were no longer messy and messy, but only a few sword marks.

These sword marks are very deep, which means that the place where each of his swords fell has become more and more concentrated.

Luo Ning didn't turn his head sideways, nor did he turn to look at Yin Ziqing.

He just clenched the knife in his hand.

"It's not good to be distracted during a fight. ”

The man Zhengse said, "My name is Han Congyun, and I am a swordsman from Nanjun. ”

Luo Ning said calmly, "My name is Luo Dazhuang, and I am from Da Zhou... Miscellaneous labor. ”

The two of them then didn't talk nonsense.

Han Congyun took out the knife in his hand.

The knife under the moonlight didn't look as silver-covered as the firewood knife in Luo Ning's hand.

But Luo Ning's face couldn't help but become solemn.

Because the other party is a cultivator who understands the ninefold spiritual realm,

Different from Jian Yuan's disciples, and also different from the scattered cultivation of the Great Zhou, the cultivators in Southern Xinjiang have experienced a lot of life and death, judging from the seven people who fought with him before, although these people are not Luo Ning's opponents, they are definitely very skilled in mastering every method of killing.

The knife in Han Congyun's hand came down from top to bottom with spiritual power and an incomparably rigid sword intent.

It was as if the moonlight in the sky had turned into substance at this time, and then it had become the weight of the knife.

This knife seems to be out of order, but Luo Ning knows very well that the route taken by the knife in this man's hand is the easiest route that will result in human life.

It didn't even take much effort on his part.

This is the simplest knife.

The boy's breathing gradually became steady.

Then he also raised the knife in his hand.

There was a faint moonlight flowing above the wood knife, like a silver-white horse.

A vague sword intent was hidden in this knife.

Han Congyun's eyes narrowed slightly, because he could feel that Luo Ning's knife was not like a slashing person, because the route of this knife did not regard him as a living person at all.

The corner of his eye fell on the sword in Yin Ziqing's hand.

Looking at the tree, looking at the flying sawdust, it seems that something has come to mind.

......

The two knives met in the air, and the first thing they met was the faint spiritual power surrounding the knife.

The spiritual powers bit at each other, like a fat lamb roasted on a charcoal fire.

Then what collided with each other was the intent of the two knives.

Luo Ning was a little surprised.

Because since he realized the sword intent of chopping wood, the same realm is an invincible existence.

Facing this Han Congyun today.

The other party's sword intent can actually hold on for a moment in front of his own sword intent?

Luo Ning's eyes dimmed slightly, and then the firewood knife in his hand suddenly became a little more powerful under the moonlight.

The two knives are separated.

The two men each took a step back.

Han Congyun smiled and said, "I don't think you're that strong. I've seen the flaw in your knife. ”

Luo Ning didn't speak, and was silent as if it was an old tree on the bank of Luoshui that had been isolated for an unknown number of years.

The knife in his hand startled the moonlight, and then it turned into an incomparably perfect arc in the sky again.

Han Congyun raised his knife to meet him, and then the two knives collided again, and then separated again, and where the two knives intersected, there were pieces of iron filings falling like snowflakes.

Han Congyun's aura suddenly skyrocketed.

He just said that he had seen the flaw in Luo Ning's knife because he was also a knife user.

Although Luo Ning's knife intent is a little strange, compared to his knife, there are still too many flaws.

These flaws were undoubtedly exposed in front of him, so the corners of Han Congyun's mouth showed an extremely confident smile.

His knife intent comes from his own epiphany, and Luo Ning's chopping wood intent comes from his daily chopping wood in the back mountain.

Luo Ning then took another step back, and the clothes on his shoulders were cut through an extremely small cut.

Han Congyun knew that he had guessed correctly.

He stepped forward, and without giving Luo Ning any respite, he raised his knife and slashed again.

But he found that he had lost control of his arm.

The firewood knife in Luo Ning's hand didn't know when it had sunk into his right arm.

Then his arm fell to the ground in the moonlight, with a streak of blood.

Han Congyun's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back one after another, and sat down among the frost flowers that had formed on the ground.

His lips trembled slightly, and he looked at Luo Ning's eyes with a scattered expression.

Han Congyun trembled and asked, "Why, I have obviously seen through your sword intent." ”

Luo Ning looked at the blood left on his firewood knife, and then looked at Han Congyun's eyes, and said very calmly, "You did see through my knife intent, but you made a mistake. ”

Luo Ning said seriously, "Actually, I don't know how to use a knife. ”

......

He is from Jianyuan.

Although he was holding a firewood knife in his hand, he was using sword intent.

It is not a knife that chops wood, but a sword.

This sword is the sword in Yin Ziqing's hand, the refined silver sword that Luo Ning has scrapped, and the firewood knife in his hand.

Han Congyun bit his lip, as if he understood something.

He endured the great pain of his broken arm, and his eyes were still staring at Luo Ning.

He had never seen such a powerful Central Plains person, nor had he ever seen a cultivator who used a sword to cast sword intent.

Then he understood.

What he saw through from beginning to end was only the flaw in the firewood knife in Luo Ning's hand, and the sword intent on his knife, not only did he not see through it, but he couldn't even detect it.

So at the cost of breaking an arm, he was defeated.

In the distance, the sound of Yin Ziqing cutting trees rang a thousand times.

He didn't hear the familiar sound of Luo Ning letting him sleep.

Because Luo Ning didn't listen today.

Yin Ziqing ran over, looked at Luo Ning and asked, "Brother Immortal." I'm done chopping. ”

Luo Ning said calmly, "After chopping, go to bed, and get up early tomorrow to hurry." ”

Yin Ziqing agreed, ran to the carriage, took out a mat, spread it on the ground and began to sleep.

Han Congyun looked up at Luo Ning, and listening to Luo Ning's words, he suddenly said extremely seriously, "You kill me." ”

Luo Ning ignored him.

Luo Ning said, "I'm going to sleep." ”

Han Congyun understood the meaning - Luo Ning spared his life, he picked up his broken arm from the ground and clamped it under his armpit.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You can't take him to Southgun." Yunke is waiting for you in front. ”

Luo Ning frowned, "What guest?"

Han Congyun said, "I have a cloud climbing list in southern Xinjiang, on which there are twenty-four cultivation geniuses and leaders, and the one sent by the princess of Nanjun this time is the Yunke who is ranked twenty-second. He is the strength of the Nine Realms of the Guanting Realm, and you are not his opponent no matter what. ”

Luo Ning said, "Thank you, but I'm going to sleep." ”

The autumn chill permeates the earth.

Luo Ning wiped the blood from the knife with his sleeve.

The wood knife is sheathed.

Luo Ning turned around and asked with some seriousness.

"Are Yunke afraid of cutting?"