Ning Feixue's face was unusually calm, and when his gaze swept over everyone, there was no emotion or emotion, as if everyone had nothing to do with him now.

His previous cultivation life in the Daqing Sect was very dull, but he also lived with the longing, admiration and envy of the younger generation of cultivators in Xishu.

He has seen a lot of life and death, for the future of Daqing Kingdom, for the future of Daomen Palace, the life and death of others are not important, and his own life and death are not important. It's just that for the sake of the national sect, he himself must live, so that no one else can live.

His gaze stopped at Chu Xiangsheng and Sun Ning'er for a moment. He has made up his mind, even if he is a cultivator of Daqing Kingdom, he will die in order to keep his identity.

On the path of cultivation, life and death are common things, who cares about the life and death of others?

Ling Shan Daoren still had a smile on his face, and he was very satisfied with Ning Feixue. Regarding his next actions, Lingshan Daoist didn't have any opinions, and he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, there was a sword aura.

Ning Feixue's body moved with a sword.

There was blood splashing down.

The two black-clothed youths of the Great Blue Sect behind him were slashed by one of his swords.

The two black-clothed youths didn't have time to draw their swords, and when the blood was splashed, Ning Feixue raised his hand and stabbed at the two of them with a sword.

This is the real killer sword.

There is no majestic momentum, only Sen Han's sword qi.

Ye San reacted quickly, and her body had already moved when Ning Feixue's second sword was slashed away.

Xiao Xuejian hit Ning Feixue's body and shook it away, and she said in a calm and cold voice, "You won't get your wish." ”

Ning Feixue collected her sword and slashed again.

The sword intent overflowed from him, and the sword qi of the sword in his hand continued to condense, and the momentum was still not great.

The ruthless sword path slashed away, and this sword slashed Ye San back.

Chen Yuling and Zhou Mingyang also hurriedly rushed over at this time, and the two black-clothed young men who had been slashed stabilized their breath, looking at Senior Brother Ning, who had admired them in the past, their faces were complicated, and they finally drew their swords.

The five Great Qing Sect Wutong Sword Cultivators stared at Ning Feixue in front of them.

Chu Xiangsheng's brows furrowed, he looked at Suning'er, and Suning'er also looked over.

Although Ning Feixue is a person from the Gate Hall of Daqing National Road, at this time, in order not to reveal his identity, it seems that he must not be able to trust him and Suning'er of Jinmen Mountain, and wants to kill all the people here.

For his own life and death, then Ning Feixue is the enemy.

No matter what means they have to infiltrate other countries and what great things they will do in the future, all this has nothing to do with Chu Xiangsheng and Suning'er.

On the path of cultivation, life and death are common things, who doesn't care about their life and death?

Although the two of them had already made up their minds, Ning Feixue was already about to become a pseudo-realm sword cultivator in the third realm, even if he added the two of them, everyone present had already joined forces, and he might not necessarily be his opponent.

Su Ning'er looked at Ning Feixue, then took out the small jade fan on her waist, pinched and threw it towards Ning Feixue.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Chu Xiangsheng's eyes.

He glanced at Lingshan Daoist again, opened the big yellow umbrella, and then pulled out the black knife before looking at Ning Feixue with a solemn expression.

Lingshan Daoren's smile was withdrawn at this time, and he calmly looked at the people on the Bone Mountain who were about to fight to the death, with a little appreciation and regret in his eyes.

He seemed to be reminded of those bloody past days ago, when there were many cultivation geniuses on the mainland, and life and death battles were everywhere, but in the end, only a few people could survive.

Others will only be stepping stones and dry bones on the road of those people.

Then the aura on Ling Shan Dao's body shook slightly, and he looked up at the daylight talisman with some confusion, his brows furrowed.

His mind was a little confused, a little uneasy, as if there were memories coming up, as if he wanted to see the past.

He thought of those hateful people in the Array Fu Mountain, sneered lightly, forcibly interrupted this feeling, and then looked at Ning Feixue's figure, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

Ning Feixue used her sword like a god, consumed a lot of sword qi, and slashed away Suning'er's strange-looking jade fan.

Su Ning'er had just stepped into Wutong not long ago, and it was only a formation cultivator, he withdrew the jade fan, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his face became a little pale.

Ye San used his sword like a god, pouring into his hand with a trace of sword intent, and the sword aura of Xiao Xue Sword was like a raging wind, taking this opportunity to slash Xiao Xue Sword diagonally.

"A sword to thin the leaves. ”

The wind swells with the sword, and the sword moves like the wind.

If there is a leaf falling, the leaf falls like a knife.

Ning Feixue's hair fluttered, and her eyes reflected this mysterious sword of sparse leaves.

"Jianjiang. Ning Feixue's face showed determination, and the sword in her hand was waved horizontally.

It was like the water of a great river rushing out of him.

At this moment, his sword finally became powerful.

The daylight in the sky was a little dim.

The sword intent and sword qi were gushing, and the power seemed to be even shocking to this fake sky above the Bone Mountain.

The faces of Chu Xiangsheng and the others behind Ye San couldn't help but change.

There was a strange light in Ling Shan Dao's eyes, and he said, "It's an eye-opener, it's really exciting." ”

The river sweeps the leaves.

The two swords that Ning Feixue and Ye San were close to each other, and the roar was great.

Chu Xiangsheng retreated again and again, he looked at the formation in front of him, and suddenly remembered the sword battle between Jun and Xiang Fifteen before.

Although the realm strength and momentum of the two people in front of him are not as good as those in the Chaotic Sword Garden, the feeling of the sword duel is very similar.

Probably because it's all a duel between geniuses.

The Bone Mountain shook, countless skeletons turned into white ashes, and the height of the entire Bone Mountain dropped by two or three zhang.

And they all fell to the ground.

The Lingshan Daoist sat cross-legged as before, but countless skeletons shattered, completely exposing the length of the rusty iron chains that bound him.

The chains are faintly veined and appear to be inserted into the ground.

Everyone stabilized their bodies and raised their eyes to look in the direction of Ye San and Ning Feixue.

Ye San fell outside the Bone Mountain, his orange clothes stained with blood.

Ning Feixue stood with a sword in her hand, dressed in white like snow.

The winner is decided.

"Senior Sister Ye!" Zhou Mingyang looked at Ye San, who was injured and fell to the ground, and shouted worriedly.

Chu Xiangsheng looked at Ye San's injury, and couldn't help but hold the umbrella and knife tightly, and his heart became a little heavy.

Ye San sat up slowly, she looked at Ning Feixue complicatedly, and understood that the difference in realm was really like the difference between the heavens.

It's not a matter of being strong or weak in kendo.

Ning Feixue's face was also a little pale at this time, and he said, "If it is a few years later, maybe you can really defeat me with your Xiaoxue Sword, right?"

Ye San didn't speak when he heard this, and his face showed regret.

"Let's go up together. Ning Feixue turned to look at the others, and the sword qi in her hand surged again.

Everyone knew that there was no way out, so they raised their swords silently and rushed towards Ning Feixue at the same time.

Chu Xiangsheng and Su Ning'er didn't move, they pondered for a moment, and then looked at the daylight talisman on their heads at the same time, feeling that something was wrong.