At the same moment when Li Ling commanded the sword light made by the Pure Yang Sword to slash towards him, Ning Daoqi's closed hands parted, as if he had predicted the change in Song Que's movements. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Groan!"

The long sword is in the air, the sword aura is soaring, and the murderous aura is compelling! Heaven and earth intersect, and the snowfield wilderness under the moonlit night no longer has the beauty of tranquility and nature, but is full of solemn aura, and the silver light pierces the void.

The sword qi was huo, and all the vitality and death qi of heaven and earth were concentrated at the sword light, and the stars and moon in the sky were immediately eclipsed. It feels weird and weird, indescribable, indescribable. The divine sword broke through the air, crossed dozens of zhang space, and hit Ning Daoqi directly.

The Pure Yang Sword didn't bring any sound of breaking the wind, and when it came to Ning Daoqi, he didn't feel the slightest sword aura and killing intent, but it was peculiar as if it was shrouding the sky and the earth, and Ning Daoqi had no other choice than to fight hard.

At the same time as Li Ling's flying sword attacked, Ning Daoqi rushed forward, as if he was pounced, if it was slow or fast, but its speed was unpredictable, it could teach people to see a headache, but it was chic and good-looking, and suddenly Ning Daoqi jumped into the air and pounced down.

"Peng"!

The sleeves of Ning Daoqi's robe bulged and bent arches, blocking Li Ling's sword that conquered the world. Ning Daoqi flew up with the help of his strength, and the action of moving through half of the space was completed in an instant, narrowing the distance between him and Li Lingzhang.

The pure yang sword that was knocked away was stunned, and then it was like coming to life, looking for the opponent with its own spiritual sense, around a big bend full of lines and beauty that conformed to the principles of heaven and earth, and stabbed at Ning Daoqi's vest, but the sword body was fluttering and agile, both natural and smooth, and like a bird flying and a fish swimming, flawless and brilliant.

Ning Daoqi didn't look back, his right hand pressed his chest, his left hand was flicked back, his hand poked out from the sleeve of his robe, his palm changed to grasp, he grabbed and changed his fingers, and finally pressed the tip of the pure yang sword with his thumb to smash it.

The confrontation between the finger swords emitted a "wave" sound of vigorous exchange, and it swept wildly from the intersection to the outside of the place, and the momentum was amazing.

The Pure Yang Sword drilled out from between Ning Daoqi's fingers like the most slippery loach, like countless silver lights circulating, and after a reversal, it turned around and aimed at Ning Daoqi again, and the tip of the sword conjured up thousands of sword shadows, teaching people to be unable to grasp the position of the Pure Yang Sword at the next moment.

Just when the Pure Yang Sword seemed to be advancing rather than advancing, and it seemed to be retreating rather than retreating, Ning Daoqi flew up directly, and came to the top of the Pure Yang Sword with his head and feet, falling like nails, crashing into countless sword shadows, and it was actually a trick that was not afraid of death with the enemy.

With such a strange move, Li Ling was unexpected, but he accurately broke his sword.

"Poof!" The Pure Yang Sword spins like a windmill, dissolving Ning Daoqi's indestructible finger qi, Ning Daoqi somersaulted, returned to his original place, put his hands horizontally, his fingertips gathered, and the shape was like pecking at the sky.

Suddenly, without waiting for the Pure Yang Sword to attack again. Since the automaton, Ning Daoqi has been in a relaxed and natural posture, and now his style has suddenly changed, his hands are open, his hands are like a bird's peck, and he poses in a frame style, although he is beautiful and good-looking, he finally falls into a powerful position, which is not in line with his old Zhuang clean and inactive style, and takes the initiative to attack the pure yang sword, which seems to be against his style.

He shook his clothes and looked at him, his hands turned into two birds playing with each other, fighting and chasing in front of him, you pounced on me, fought happily, and forced him to the pure yang sword. Ning Daoqi's face showed an innocent look like a child's sparrow, looking left and right as he watched the virtual birds in his hands leap up and down, chasing the strange situation of playing in the air.

Even through the pure yang sword connected by his heart, Li Ling felt that there was an invisible tree, and the birds were asking lively and business-filled jokes in the tree, all the actions seemed to be unintentional, but they were meticulous, so that he could no longer distinguish what was true? What is Fake? What is Void? What is true?

The distance of nearly ten zhang disappeared in an instant. Suddenly, the two little birds had an extra playmate, which was Li Ling's incomparable and swift flying sword.

Until the moment when the two birds approached, the two swords quickly moved sideways, turned around and swept quickly, and the two birds pecked at the sword body as if they were shocked that the enemy was coming, opening the prelude to the fierce battle.

A sword light and a figure chased uncertainly in the snow field and mid-air, and the rabbit flickered and moved at an astonishing high speed, but the posture of both sides was still so calm and generous that did not fit the battle situation.

Each part of Li Ling's flying sword has become a tool to control the enemy, with the hilt, blade, etc., in any way that people have never thought of, or from various unexpected angles, to deal with the virtual bird attack launched by Ning Daoqi, the two little birds can drill into any gap like a real bird, and launch a dense melee attack on the pure yang sword like a rainstorm, no gap, and mercury.

The two sides came up with strange tricks. With fast to fast, there is no delay in the meantime, and the offensive and defensive sides are attacking and defending as they like; Its compactness and excitement also imply a sense of ease and elegance, which is so wonderful that it is difficult to describe it in any language.

Even with the speed of the Pure Yang Sword and the sharpness of the sword light, it couldn't bother Ning Daoqi, because Li Ling wanted to multitask, fighting against the three holy monks on the other side, and he couldn't fully display the subtlety and power of the Pure Yang Sword.

"Ding! Bite! After two clear sounds, one person and one sword returned to the confrontation from afar, as if they had never moved. At this time, the Pure Yang Sword was no longer like a sword, but a peerless swordsman. Ning Daoqi dissolved the sword qi that the Pure Yang Sword invaded his body, and the Pure Yang Sword was also consuming the finger strength left by Ning Daoqi, and both sides were competing to resolve the speed and start the next round of battle at any time.

Ning Daoqi put his hands behind him, and the two little birds seemed to have flapped their wings and flew away, and then he smiled and said: "If you don't admire it, you can't do it, the Demon Emperor can actually block me from more than a thousand bird pecks with the power of a sword, and the Demon Emperor in the world should have no opponent, and I can continue to besiege the three holy monks with a cheeky skin." ”

Li Ling sneered: "It's the emperor's eye-opening. from inaction to promising; Powerful and then inactive; And then there is nothing to do, there is nothing to do, Lao Zhuang law; In your hands, you have reached the pinnacle of perfection. I didn't expect that you would be against Lao Zhuang's true intentions, but you learned three points in martial arts. People say duplicity, but your martial arts are really a precedent. ”

The Pure Yang Sword did not move, but it naturally gave birth to a huge and incomparable momentum, tightly covering the opponent, and the sword intent was still rising, just like the upper poor blue falling into the Yellow Spring. At this time, even if he is not an insider, he knows that when the Pure Yang Sword makes another move, it will be an invincible and terrifying attack.

Ning Daoqi still maintained a posture of holding his hands behind his back, and his eyes flashed. He raised the ground and straightened the immortal bones, the sleeves of his robe were windless, his eyebrows were open, and his form became mighty and waveless, which was not inferior to the pure yang sword that was comparable to the Heaven Opening Artifact. A punch was struck, and he continuously made mysterious changes that were beyond any description, but it was a punch that slammed into the sharp edge of the Pure Yang Sword without any pretense.

"Boom!" Energetic and rolling. Under Li Ling's manipulation, the Pure Yang Sword naturally did not dodge or dodge.

One person and one sword retreated like an electric shock. With a slight whirlwind, the Pure Yang Sword swept towards Ning Daoqi, who was coming back again. There was nothing unusual about this sword, but it was unreasonably slow. However, the onlooker clearly grasped that this sword is faster than slow, and it is clumsy, although it does not see any changes, but it is full of changes, like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the universe is endless.

Ning Daoqi used ever-changing movements, as if advancing and retreating, wanting to go up and down, and cast an unpredictable technique with both hands to meet Li Ling's seamless and imaginative sword.

"Peng!" Ning Daoqi's palms almost miraculously caught Li Ling's sword blade, relying not on the true power of his palms, but on the cocoon of qi that converged into the palms of his palms, which just offset the sword qi of the Pure Yang Sword and achieved such a terrifying result.

Time seems to stand still, and the sword and man are frozen in opposition, as if they have become lifeless sculptures.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light is cold on 19 continents. The sky-high sword light rose up, and under the full burst of the pure yang sword, Ning Daoqi, who didn't dare to take this one, flew back like lightning.