The purpose of provoking Mo Cang was to make him act with hatred. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info To deal with one heaven and man, Ning Yue can guarantee a steady victory, but to deal with two, Ning Yue does not dare to guarantee. Although Mo Cang's sword was sharp, it was so weak compared to the strength he should have played.

Still blowing in the breeze, he smiled faintly in the face of the sword qi that fell from the sky. The phantom behind him suddenly roared, standing proudly above the sky and the earth. Fingers danced, and an invisible harp appeared in the phantom's hand.

Heaven and earth are the harp, plucking the strings of seven emotions and six desires. The sword spirit of the Qin heart and the divine soul were one, and the colorful sword qi slammed into Mo Cang's sword qi almost instantly.

"Boom-" The sword light shattered, and Mo Cang's sword qi once again turned into stars in the air, and the colorful sword spirit of the qin heart seemed to condense the stars in the sky. Slammed into the top of Mo Cang's head again.

"I don't believe it...... I don't believe it—" Mo Cang's face turned pale in an instant. His eyes were filled with unbelievable panic, and another sword qi condensed. But Ning Yue's Qin Heart Sword Spirit was almost in the blink of an eye, and Mo Cang's sword qi was facing the situation of being killed before it could condense.

"Snort-" Another cold sword aura blocked Qin Xin's sword spirit's way. Duan Qingxuan on the side had already accumulated strength when Mo Cang made a move, and when Mo Cang encountered danger, she could calmly save him. Ning Yue's colorful sword qi shattered under Duan Qingxuan's bombardment, and the embarrassed Mo Cang retreated more than a dozen steps in succession before stabilizing his figure.

In the second encounter, the verdict was made. All the martial arts heroes who struggled to stand up stared at each other in surprise. If the first time it was Ning Yue who attacked unexpectedly, the second time it was Mo Cang who took the lead. But it was still fiercely suppressed by Ning Yue, and the myth of Mo Cang's invincibility was broken in front of him.

"Yo...... What Mr. Mo said just now is that the ground will be moved today, but now, it is necessary for your lady to save her life Qingcheng Mocang, but that's it. ”

Looking at the suspicious gazes cast around him, Mo Cang's face turned blue in an instant, and he was even more furious after listening to Ning Yue's words. The aura of rage was like a flame spewing out of his nostrils, and he trembled all over his body, eager to immediately shatter Ning Yue's body into ten thousand pieces.

"Husband, the overall situation is important!" Duan Qingxuan came behind Mo Cang and shouted coldly.

"Who let you save it? I can kill this madman by the sword alone. Mo Cang was angry and forgot the majesty of his wife, and he didn't want to break out, but at the moment of breaking out, his face suddenly stiffened and he regretted it.

"If you don't let me save you, if I don't make a move, you're a dead man now! Mo Cang, don't forget, without me, you are nothing to this day. Do you dare to lose your temper with me? Today, you and I will join forces to cut Ning Yue under the sword, and I will treat it as if nothing happened. No...... It's nice to have you!"

Mo Cang, who originally regretted it a little, turned pale in an instant after hearing this. The original regret was also replaced by resentment in an instant, and the essence in his eyes gradually became restrained, looking at Duan Qingxuan's eyes and lowering his head slightly.

Duan Qingxuan snorted coldly, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, a sword qi cut through time and space and slashed towards Ning Yue. Ning Yue smiled faintly, and gently pushed out her palm, as if it was a raging wind and waves, and slapped towards Duan Qingxuan.

"Mo Cang, what are you waiting for?" Duan Qingxuan snorted, her figure suddenly blurred, and it merged with the sword light in her hand. Turning into a flying sword qi, it slammed into Ning Yue.

Mo Cang was shocked, gritted his teeth, and the black sword surged and once again exuded a strong Dao rhyme. The sky sensed, and a sword qi across the sky appeared above the sky again.

Ning Yue had already seen Mo Cang's sword qi, but she showed a look of surprise at Duan Qingxuan's martial arts. But this is not any kind of human-sword unity that Ning Yue has ever seen.

Duan Qingxuan's figure was completely integrated into the sword qi, as if her entire body had turned into a sword. For those who practice kendo, the progress of the realm is generally swordsmanship, sword intent, sword mang, and sword qi, and then condense the sword fetus to comprehend kendo.

But the martial arts displayed by Duan Qingxuan were not sword fetuses at all, but more like a simplified version of sword spirit. But even so, Ning Yue was still extremely jealous of Duan Qingxuan's incarnated sword qi.

Even if Duan Qingxuan's martial arts realm is not as good as Mo Cang, or even as good as Ning Yue. But in terms of lethality, this was the most terrifying sword qi Ning Yue had ever seen under the martial arts. His mind turned sharply, and the Divine Soul Phantom behind Ning Yue moved again. The dancing fingers plucked the sound of the piano, and the colorful sword qi took shape in an instant.

"Snort-" The sword qi crossed the time interval and collided with Duan Qingxuan's sword qi almost in the moment it was formed.

"Boom-" The pillar of powerful spiritual power broke through the nine skies, and the martial arts heroes could even see the shining stars in the sky. Seeing the stars in the daytime, this is no longer a great force they can imagine, and they all open their mouths wide and look at everything that happens in front of them.

Ning Yue's colorful sword qi shattered instantly, and Duan Qingxuan's sword qi also staggered back to its original place as if it had been hit by a huge blow, revealing its figure. There was no need to prompt, at the moment of the explosion, Mo Cang charged up to complete a sword slash.

The power of a charged blow is not the same as that of a hasty blow, and Mo Cang's undefeated performance in the world is not in vain. This sword seemed to split the sky in half, and the traces of the sword qi slashed, a pitch-black crack was so terrifying.

Ning Yue had just fought with Duan Qingxuan, but the new power had not yet risen, and the old power had been exhausted. Facing the sword that Mo Cang slashed, he could only make a hasty shot. With a wave of his palms, a lotus flower suddenly bloomed into the heavens and the earth. Both palms flew up, and one palm pushed out fiercely.

"Heaven and earth have no desire—"

"Boom-" was full of strength, but the palm print exploded like fireworks, and Mo Cang's sword qi slashed towards Ning Yue's soul as always, and almost fell on the top of Ning Yue's head in an instant.

"Boom-"

"Humph!"

Ning Yue snorted, and the phantom behind her shook for a while, bursting into invisibility like a light bulb with insufficient power supply. A trace of blood slid down the corner of his mouth, and he took Mo Cang's sword hard, and Neifu was already shocked and injured a lot.

"Snort-" When Ning Yue's soul phantom shattered, a fierce sword qi suddenly pierced through the smoke and dust and struck at his throat. The sword was like a streamer, with an icy chill.

In an instant, Ning Yue's pupils dilated suddenly, and in a trance, Ning Yue seemed to see the Imperial Sword Flying Immortal. Duan Qingxuan's incarnation sword qi made Ning Yue feel that this was a simplified version of the sword spirit, but he always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Now, Ning Yue finally remembered where this familiarity came from. It's not because Ning Yue has seen it before. It's because ...... It's so similar to Edgeworthy. Between the calcium carbide sparks, the explosion in my mind shattered this trace of inspiration. The sword qi was already close at hand, and if Ning Yue didn't resist it, he would inevitably be pierced by this sword.

The strength flows, and it seems that luck fits in the dark. Endless Dao rhyme suddenly rose out of thin air and converged on Ning Yue's fingertips. A finger pointed out, as if it was a vicissitudes of life. A white light instantly greeted the sword qi that stabbed at it.

"Boom-" The figure burst out, flying upside down like a thrown stone.

The wind whistling in her ears blew, and Ning Yue flew upside down and looked at the mountains that were getting farther and farther away. Duan Qingxuan and Mo Cang stood proudly and looked at their figures falling from the cliff at a rapid pace. Ning Yue could clearly see the happy smiles on the faces of the martial arts heroes.

This is the lonely peak of Shuzhou, where the mountains are thousands of feet high, and here is ...... It is the place where Ning Yue carefully selected for herself to bury her bones. All the previous battles and all the fights were all scenes carefully designed by Ning Yue. As a director, Ning Yue, the actors she chose really wanted her own life.

If you can't realistically make them think that they are really knocked off the cliff, then those eyeliners staring at them will not be detached for a moment. Thousands of cliffs, no matter how high the martial arts are, even if the light skills are alone in the world. If you fall, you will die.

Ning Yue is not a martial arts master, no matter how high her light skills are, it is impossible to resist the wind. Therefore, when the remaining strength is exhausted, it is like a meteor falling into the depths of the sea of clouds until it is swallowed up by the clouds.

Ning Yue smiled slightly bitterly, and gently pulled the string around her waist, and a huge canvas stretched out from the backpack behind her back and opened into a huge umbrella in the air.

In this era, of course, it is not possible to create a parachute with superior performance and a high safety factor. Ning Yue's ability to make this in her busy schedule was already remarkable. The parachute can't completely envelop the air, but with Ning Yue's martial arts, it is still no problem to land safely.

On the top of the cliff, a group of martial arts people patted their chests happily, "This martial arts scum is finally dead!"

"That's not necessarily!" Duan Qingxuan looked at Yun Hai coldly and said lightly.

When the martial arts man heard this, his face suddenly froze, and he looked at Duan Qingxuan with some ugliness and asked, "Duan Nuxia, Ning Yue fell into the cliff, is there any chance of surviving? Lady Duan is still too careful, right?"

"Senior sister has an order, if you want to see people in life and die, you must see corpses, and we can't clean it until we find his body. Duan Qingxuan returned coldly, raised his head and looked at the ugly faces of the martial arts heroes, and instantly understood.

"Fellow martial arts fellows, rest assured, what Emei promised you will be fulfilled. But please also mobilize your hands to explore the bottom of the cliff. If he doesn't die, it's not a good thing for either Emei or you!"

"This ...... Okay! Just according to the words of the female hero!" The surviving martial arts heroes finally compromised and gave up.

Three days later, thousands of martial arts people in Shuzhou conducted a carpet search at the bottom of the cliff. Of course, they couldn't find Ning Yue's corpse. Apart from a few bloody rags, nothing else was found.

The martial arts people rewarded with this, and Ning Yue fell off the cliff and was buried in the belly of the beast. Shuzhou martial arts seems to have returned to its former calm again. Even the monstrous waves that Ning Yue had caused had calmed down rapidly, and no one even mentioned it anymore.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. If you want to ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village!" "It's another year of Qingming, in the east of Hefu City, in an antique pharmacy, a middle-aged doctor sits in a recliner with a pu fan, looking at the dripping rain outside and the hurried pedestrians on the road, and moans lightly.

"Coo-coo-" Suddenly, there was a crisp call from the pigeon coop behind him. The gentleman quickly got up and went to the pigeon coop, picked up the wet lattice that he had just returned, and took out the letter box tied to his feet.