Above the Temple of Heaven ring, the surging sword qi completely covered the entire ring like a tide, and Ning Qian came as if he was treading on the waves, condensing on the sword qi, and attacking all the way towards the shaky and rootless Hong Guangli.

At this moment, Ning Qian undoubtedly revealed the sword path he had realized in the past twenty years, and every casual movement could control the majestic sword qi to launch a terrifying attack.

Even if it was a hard weapon, if it was not protected by the same strong qi engine, it would immediately be instantly crushed into powder by that invincible sharp sword qi.

Ning Qian is known as the sword god of the East China Sea, but he no longer needs to use a sword, because for him, raising his hand is a sword, throwing his feet is a sword, his eyes are a sword, and his thoughts are also a sword, and he himself is the sharpest sword.

In comparison, all the moves and experiences that claim to be the unity of man and sword are just small paths next to the light of the sun and moon, bleak, and even like throwing a piece of gravel into a storm, unable to make a splash.

What's even worse is that Ning Qian himself is a sword, but he enters the Tao with hatred.

Every wisp of those sword qi was transformed by the sword intent formed by his bitter hatred, as long as ordinary people were contaminated with the slightest bit, even if they were not immediately torn apart by the sword qi, they would be devoured by the crazy hatred contained in it.

Even a martial saint like Hong Guangli, whose qi is unimaginably strong, could not completely resist the all-pervasive hatred when facing the majestic sword qi like a tsunami.

These hatreds are like bone-eating insect repellents, desperately burrowing into the darkest places in Hong Guangli's heart, and then pulling those pain and regret that have long been sealed and unwilling to mention to the surface.

From time to time, Hong Guangli's mind would flash those broken images that he least wanted to be remembered, and his crazy and irritable emotions were like uncontrolled viruses, rapidly breeding in his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that Hong Guangli was already eighty years old, he had already understood life, and as a martial saint, his state of mind was much stronger than that of ordinary masters, he would have been driven crazy countless times.

However, even so, he was still precarious under Ning Qian's fierce offensive, and he was in danger of a complete collapse at any time and lose this battle at the pinnacle.

"Boom".

A burst of golden light suddenly flashed in the mighty invisible sword aura, and then several blades more than ten zhang long burst out, instantly slashing the invisible invisible sword wave into pieces.

Hong Guangli flew out with the dragon slaying knife, and finally temporarily suppressed the countless crazy thoughts in his heart, and temporarily forced the deadly invisible sword qi back.

However, at this time, he was already dismantled, his battle armor was scarred, his qi was half weaker than at the beginning, and even the dragon slaying knife was full of cracks.

Just a dozen zhang away, Ning Qian was still fluttering in white clothes, standing proudly, staring at him coldly like a heavenly god looking at a mortal from a bird's eye view, and the invisible sword qi that was finally forced to retreat by Hong Guangli instantly regathered, and was about to shoot at him again.

"What's the name of this move?"

Suddenly, Hong Guangli looked up at Ning Qian and asked in a deep voice.

Ning Qian didn't let Hong Guangli wait for a long time, and immediately replied: "Everything you have seen and experienced is my perception of the way of the sword in the past twenty years, and the sword is like this in my eyes, it is everywhere, like a cage, so I named this move 'Hatred Sword Prison!'" ’”

"The Sword of Hatred ......"

Hong Guangli chewed on the name carefully and suddenly laughed.

"It's true that the trick is as famous as the same name, in terms of sharpness and ruthlessness, the old man has seen nothing more than this trick in his life, but if this is all the results of your twenty years of retreat, it is too narrow-minded?"

Ning Qian sneered: "Isn't that enough?

This move is a perfect fusion of hatred and sword, containing the avenue of heaven and earth, and no one in the world can break it.

At this moment, you are in the Sword Prison, you have become a caged bird, once defeated, your body will be wiped out, your consciousness will always be reincarnated in hatred, and the qi machine will become a part of the Sword Prison.

With such a perfect move, you are the only one in the world who is worthy of my performance, you are the first person to see the Sword Prison of Hatred, and the last one! ”

"Hahahaha!"

Hong Guangli laughed when he heard this.

"No one can break it? You're still so arrogant! ”

Hong Guangli snorted coldly and said: "There are many martial saints in the world, but you are the only one who speaks of yourself as a god, and your arrogant heart is unique in the world, perhaps it is this arrogance that restricts your achievements and makes you a frog at the bottom of the well!" ”

In the face of Hong Guangli's ridicule, Ning Qian still looked expressionless, as if his words did not arouse the slightest fluctuation in Ning Qian's heart.

"Whether it's arrogance or the frog at the bottom of the well, it's just the rhetoric of the subordinate in order to calm the cowardice and fear in his heart, if it seems to me, your dignified Governor is just two words of sorrow!"

Ning Qian read a sentence lightly, his voice was not loud, at least no one was sure that Hong Guangli, who was close at hand, could hear it clearly, and as soon as his voice fell, the tide of sword qi immediately swept in again, instantly surrounding Hong Guangli.

Hong Guangli had no choice but to use his strong qi and strong mood to resist, but it was never the best policy to be beaten passively like this.

After only a short fight, Hong Guangli showed obvious fatigue, and his eighty-year-old body could no longer support him to fight at the same high intensity and long time as he did twenty years ago.

According to Ning Qian's calculations, Hong Guangli would be completely engulfed by hatred and invisible sword qi for the maximum amount of time he could support three incense sticks in the Sword Prison of Hatred, and at that time, this pinnacle battle and the hatred that had lasted for a full twenty years would be able to draw a perfect end.

However, Hong Guangli did not panic in the face of the imminent tragic fate, but sneered: "Ning Qian, this world has never only been a sword, or only hate, whether it is a sword or hate, it is just a small Dao'er!" ”

Ning Qian suddenly felt a little strange when he heard this, and frowned and looked at Hong Guangli.

I saw Hong Guangli sneering and said: "These twenty years of old man is not wasted in vain, since you said that no one can break the sword prison of hatred with this move, then the old man will tell you that even if you don't break your sword prison, you can beat you is the great way!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Hong Guangli suddenly went against the norm, and instead of strengthening his resistance, he removed all the strong aura that had been struggling to support the invisible sword qi.

Ning Qian's face changed slightly when he saw this, and he didn't know whether Hong Guangli was looking for death or what tricks he wanted to play.

"Come on, come on!"

At this moment, Hong Guangli suddenly shouted three "come" words, and his body seemed to instantly turn into a black hole, bursting out with an amazing attraction, sucking the tsunami-like invisible sword qi into his body like a long whale sucking water.

"What?!"

Ning Qian's pupils shrank when he saw this.

Because after the sharp sword qi was sucked away by Hong Guangli, it did not immediately shatter his body into thousands of pieces, but seemed to be directly absorbed by his body.

This unbelievable scene simply subverted all of Ning Qian's perceptions of sword qi and martial arts, and made him stunned to the extreme.

In Ning Qian's eyes, as more and more sword qi was absorbed, Hong Guangli was like a balloon that had been blown up in an instant, and it was rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he had already become a terrifying giant more than twenty zhang tall between breaths.

Immediately after the "bang", Hong Guangli's body seemed to be suddenly exploded by a massive amount of sword qi, and an indescribable qi machine was blown around by the explosion, as if covering the entire world.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color again, and the already overcast sky became even more gloomy, and bursts of muffled thunder appeared and disappeared in the clouds, and a huge thunderclap violently struck the eardrums.

Ning Qian came back to his senses, only to find that the Temple of Heaven Ring had completely disappeared at some point, and a dilapidated city appeared in front of him, and the ground was dark red mud stained with blood, and there was still an endless shout of killing in his ears.

"Heavenly Trench City!"

Ning Qian's pupils shrank, that's right, when he saw the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, he immediately realized that he had returned to the Heavenly Trench City twenty years ago at this moment!

"Hahahaha, this is the old man's Jin Ge Iron Horse, a new world built with the reincarnation of your hatred of the Sword Prison, what does the Sword God think?!"

Hong Guangli's voice suddenly sounded behind Ning Qian.

Ning Qian suddenly turned around, only to see that there was an army of flags flying outside dozens of battles, not to mention as many as one or two hundred thousand, which was the culprit who broke through the Heavenly Trench City and bloodied the Northern Qi Dynasty twenty years ago.

The only difference is that every soldier of this army has a golden glow on his body, and he looks holy and mighty, as if the soldiers can level everything as soon as they come out.

Seeing this, Ning Qian's heart suddenly became angry, and he said hysterically: "You invaders and executioners don't deserve to have the brilliance, and you will go to hell for the deity!" ”

Hong Guangli's sneer sounded again: "If you have the ability, you will send them to hell with your own hands!" ”

Ning Qian shouted angrily, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the crazy invisible sword qi gushed out again, and the indescribable killing intent was like substance.

At the same time, the glittering Northern Wei army began to charge, and hundreds of thousands of horses roared angrily, killing Ningqian like a torrent of steel, like a tsunami slamming into a fragile glass bead.

No one could have imagined that World War I, which had not occurred 20 years ago, would be repeated here.