Luo Ning drew his sword.

Yun Ke looked at the sword in his hand, and didn't feel anything that made him jealous.

He just felt that the sword in Luo Ning's hand seemed to be extremely sharp.

But he clearly felt that Luo Ning's aura had changed in the moment when the sword was unsheathed.

What emerged in the air was no longer the sword intent of chopping wood.

Dao's extremely sharp sword intent lines flew wildly in the air, cutting Yun Ke's cheeks with a slight pain.

He took a step back and hid his face with the sword in his hand.

He asked in a cold voice, "What kind of sword is this?"

Luo Ning did not answer.

The Lethe River sword in his hand is like a long river of autumn water, and the waves are indecisive.

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Five miles away from the battlefield of Luo Ning and Yunke, there was originally a black-robed man.

The man seems to be waiting for something.

He's not a fisherman, he's not waiting for a fish to bite. Not a farmer, not waiting for manna from heaven. It's not that scholars are waiting for the title of the gold list.

His eyebrows were hidden under the brim of his dark black hat, revealing a pair of swarthy eyes, like sharp swords.

If it's a sword, it's the most insidious sword.

So, if someone sees his eyes, they can understand the identity of this person.

——

He's a killer and waiting for an opportunity.

But at this time, Luo Ning drew his sword and broke through the realm.

So, even though he was five miles away, he felt the breath.

He knew that the opportunity might be coming.

He lifted up the black cloth that covered his face, as if to cover his black eyes.

His body continued to move forward, like a reptile in the vast wasteland.

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Somewhere in South County.

The junction of Yishui and Tanxi.

There is a middle-aged wealthy businessman walking around here.

He looked tall but not bloated, and with every step he took, the water surface of Tanxi and Yishui seemed to tremble a little.

Everyone knows that the county lord of Nanjun and Yi Shuihan are close friends.

So he likes to watch Yi Shui here by himself.

So this man is the lord of the county.

His steps would have been calm and elegant.

But until someone in the wasteland pulled out a certain drawn sword, and then revealed some kind of sword intent.

His otherwise steady footsteps were now a little disordered, like a drunken old man, and like a child about to fall.

The county lord's tall body shook twice, and then Yi Shui suddenly caused an uproar because of his emotions.

The county lord looked at this Yi Shui, his eyes were full of excitement, but after a while, the excitement came to naught.

He said to himself, "This is not him, if it is his sword intent, the entire southern Xinjiang will tremble." ”

The county lord frowned, and then seemed to think for a long time, then he looked at Yi Shui and said to himself, "Then who will be the person who knows Yi Shui's sword intent?"

His eyes began to flicker and darken, and then finally brightened, and he thought of a person—a person from the Central Plains.

Someone told him that a few days ago, a person from the Central Plains came to southern Xinjiang.

The county lord kicked a stone at his feet into the easy water, and before he could make a splash, he was drowned by the raging river.

The county lord spoke thoughtfully, as if asking about the river.

"Your apprentice?"

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At the same time.

On top of that wasteland.

There are a lot of masters on the cloud list here.

Then they all felt Luo Ning's sword intent.

One of them is called Xia Weishuang, who is the ninth master on the cloud climbing list.

It is said that his realm has reached yin and yang.

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Among them, there is another person named Sui Mozhi, who is the sixth master on the Dengyun list.

It is said that his realm is already above the sixfold realm of yin and yang.

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Another person is called He Rensi, who is the second master on the cloud climbing list.

I heard that the realm and strength have reached the edge of the realm of life and death.

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At the moment, they were all watching the battle in secret.

They didn't care about who could win between Yunke and Luo Ning, but they were used to learning the methods of killing people with Yunke.

They are all excellent in their cultivation, but they don't actually kill people.

Although these people are all geniuses on the cloud list, they have not experienced too much life and death.

So no matter who Luo Ning and Yunke live or die, for them, this is an extremely cheap free viewing.

They originally thought that this was a battle with no new ideas, and thought that Yunke would kill these two people with very skillful techniques as before.

But this mood of theirs was only maintained until the moment before Luo Ning drew his sword.

Three different places, all three people have different fists.

Their breath was as rapid as thunder, and their eyes were bleeding.

A question arose spontaneously in their hearts, "What kind of sword is this?"

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This is He Jian?

Of course, this is also the problem in Yunke's mind at this time.

But he soon understood.

He looked at Luo Ning with a smile and said, "No wonder you don't dare to use your sword." ”

Luo Ning said helplessly, "I can't help it." ”

Yunke said, "How is Mr. Yi?"

Luo Ning was silent for a moment and said, "I haven't seen Yi Shuihan, but I have inherited his sword. ”

Yun Ke then smiled, he looked at Luo Ning and said, "You are really lucky. ”

Luo Ning admitted, "I was just lucky. ”

Yun Ke smiled again and said, "You have entered the Guanting Realm, and with Mr. Yi's sword, I may not be as easy as before. ”

Luo Ning said very seriously, "I haven't had this sword for a long time, and now that the sword is out of its sheath, I can't just insert it back." ”

Yunke said calmly, "That makes sense. ”

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After Luo Ning entered southern Xinjiang, this was the first time he drew his sword, and it was also the first time he used his sword.

With a cold sword intent on the Lechuan sword, along with Luo Ning's realm strength to reach the Guanting, Luo Ning felt the powerful spiritual power surging in his body, and there was some invincible joy in his eyes.

He looked at Yunke, and the sword in his hand was raised to his chest.

The firewood knife in Luo Ning's right hand was changed to his left hand.

His right hand was holding the sword.

A smile tugged at the corner of the boy's mouth.

He looked at Yunke and said, "Please take my sword." ”

This is the Yi Shui sword intent, since the sword has been unsheathed, then no matter what the reason, a sword must be taken out to retract the sheath.

Even if this sword is facing the Demon Lord, Luo Ning will also stab it.

His hatchet drooped.

That sword intent was no longer reserved, and after all these days of brewing, it finally turned into a Yellow River and broke through the embankment that stood in its way.

Luo Ning looked at the sword he had slashed out, and there was seven points of satisfaction in his eyes.

The remaining three points were because he was already injured, and the power of this sword could only go so far.

An extremely strong wind suddenly rose in front of Yunke, blowing his eyes a little sore, and then some wind and sand fascinated his eyes.

He exclaimed, "Good sword!"