The pool is as watery as ink.

Blood scarlet.

Ning Yi, who was holding a fine snow oil paper umbrella, struggled to resist the washing of dead air, and a corner of his clothes was stained with dead air, and in an instant, he turned into ashes and drifted into nothingness.

A huge dragon head, looking up to the sky and roaring, and then swooping in a swift and incomparable attitude, the water of the divine pond trembled and separated, and the leaves separated and stretched out the scales, standing upright like a sword thorn, like a pitch-black jungle tempered by fine iron, crashing into Ning Yi's oil-paper umbrella.

"Bang".

The umbrella surface of the fine snow, like a layer of snow that had been accumulated for a long time, was hit by a heavy blow, shaking out a snow-white sword intent, Ning Yi was smashed by this blow and threw out, his feet stepped on the pool water, the pool of thick ink ripples burst out, and two waves of black tides exploded.

That "dark scale jungle" smashed for the second time.

Another "bang".

This huge force directly acted on the divine soul, and Ning Yi's mouth and nose overflowed with blood.

The remnants of the Star Monarch's power when Changling was viewing the monument, the familiar coercion was blended together, accompanied by the impact of the ink dragon tail, and it fell on the heart lake.

"Break it for me!"

Ning Yi's pupils welled up with anger, and when the dragon tail smashed for the third time, his expression suddenly became hideous.

The Natal Sword Heart that had just condensed was hanging high above the Divine Pool, trembling slightly at the moment, and a wisp of pitch-black death qi was wrapped outside the "Wanhua" Sword Heart, and it had not yet invaded.

The sword heart burst out with sword qi, and the wisp of black qi was washed away in an instant.

In the world of swords, chaos has just opened, there are no rules, the power of the sword way, and the "edict" that has been set are still just sprouts, and they have not yet germinated and rooted.

Accompanied by Ning Yi's shouting voice, the sword body of fine snow flashed with a brilliant brilliance.

Jiaowei is coming——

Ning Yi slammed away the umbrella and took a step forward, facing the strong wind.

Fine snow cuts a long line from top to bottom!

The miserable howl of the ink Jiao, resounded over the Divine Pond, spewing out like a mountain spring, the tail of the Jiao like a black iron, was cut open by a sword of fine snow, as fragile as paper, after the tearing sound of "stabbing", it was the sudden sound of the broken tail thrown high, from near to far, and finally fell, smashed on the Divine Pool, the ink splashed, and the broken tail was still swinging wildly at a high frequency, smashing the water surface.

The sword qi had already invaded Mo Jiao's severed tail, and wisps of dead evil qi rose black smoke like a scorching fire, and a whole severed tail, but only three or four breaths, disappeared and annihilated.

In the midst of a long roar of pain, the water of the Divine Pond around Mo Jiao boiled again.

Ning Yi's eyes were cold, and his two fingers were together, sliding across the miserable white sword body of the fine snow, making a loud and clear sword sound.

When the tail was chopped, three or four wisps of inky black qi were wrapped around the sword body, and with the wiping of Ning Yi's fingertips, the wisps of evil qi disappeared.

There is a black ink Jiao the size of a Buddha hall, which is in stark contrast to the thin black-shirted young man.

Ning Yi suddenly started running.

He started very fast, and a miserable white frost burst out from the soles of his feet, and in the heart of the Wanhua Sword, wisps of great avenue brilliance fell and blessed, like fire, wind, snow, and frost, and at the bottom of the pitch-black divine pool, dozens of pillars of water were blown up.

It's just that in an instant, Ning Yi came to within three feet of the huge ink Jiao.

The fine snow was inserted into the flesh and blood of Mo Jiao, like a knife cutting paper, without encountering the slightest obstacle, because the sword weapon was too fast and too sharp, this time Ning Yi held the sword in both hands, as if holding an ice pick to chisel down, the blade of the sword cut into the skin, and even the Jiao's blood did not splash out.

Flipping his wrist, Ning Yi stepped on the skin of the dragon, and the soles of his feet came with a touch as hard as steel, his speed was too fast, so fast that the ink Jiao didn't have time to react at all, and the scales didn't even explode.

It forms a perpendicular angle to the water of the Divine Pond.

Ning Yi did not draw his sword, but took a deep breath and dragged his sword like a knife.

The sword qi suddenly opened, and the peacock opened the screen!

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Yi, a round scarlet glow bloomed behind him, and a whole piece of flesh was cut apart.

The ink Jiao roared hoarsely, and its body swept rapidly, smashing towards the water of the Divine Pool.

One person and one Jiao, instantly fell into the ink pool.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted suddenly, he had already turned over, stepped on the back of the ink jiao, showing the momentum of riding, the pool of dead evil qi poured into his face, and the narrow ink jiao vented the anger caused by the pain by constantly turning around, wanting to shake Ning Yi away.

Ning Yi stood up with great difficulty, but it was too bumpy, so he was forced to bend down, and when the heavens and the earth fell, his five fingers were like hooks, and his fingertips scratched out firelight, and finally grabbed a piece of ink-colored scales.

The edge of the scales was extremely sharp, constantly opening and closing, and the sound of gold and iron colliding with Ning Yi's skin was made.

The heavens and the earth are dark.

Ning Yi raised his head and met a pair of fiery pupils, the dragon twisted its neck, the surrounding pool water trembled, and one by one the water droplets smashed towards him.

Within three feet, the sword qi burst out.

Shatter and tear all dead air—

Between heaven and earth, there is only one voice.

"I want it, cut Jiao!"

Ning Yi's hoarse voice was drowned out by the pool water.

But a blazing light lit up in the darkness.

Fine snow is inserted into the back.

Ning Yi grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his body was washed by the pool water so much that he almost flew out of Jiaolong's back.

The narrow sword light pierced into the flesh and blood, reaching the white bones, the scarlet and viscous blood, stabbing and spurting out, accompanied by the tendency of the dragon frantically shaking its body and falling downward, the sword weapon cut the entire body of the dragon——

One left and one right, black smoke boiling, and the pool is burning!

A roar of pain, bursting out at close range, bombarded the soul.

Duckweed Star Monarch Drifting Snow Sword Monarch Dayan Sword Monarch, the images of many great kendo cultivators impacted Ning Yi's thoughts.

In the ink of the divine pool, there is not only a large amount of viscous blood.

The boy let go of his sword-wielding hands and lost consciousness.

Slowly falling downward.

......

......

The dead air in the divine pool rendered the heavens and the earth into pitch black.

The long night is coming to an end—

The dragon's bones fell into the pool, struggling in agony, twisting and turning, and finally turning into powder little by little.

The black gas began to dissipate.

The "Natal Sword Heart" hanging above the Divine Pond is like a ** day, and it begins to burst into light, strangling the remnants of death one by one.

It's a pity that the natal sword heart has just been condensed, and the power that can be exerted is limited, and it quickly dimmed.

The dragon condensed by the dead qi was killed by Ning Yi, but the evil qi attached to the water and stone wall of the divine pond was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it still could not be broken.

That's where death comes in.

The genius who can reach the top of Changling, which one is not a stunningly talented cultivator, is as strong as Yu Qingshui in southern Xinjiang, and he can't completely cut off the dead qi.

Dead gas is not a direct killing of a person.

It's a steady stream of life.

After the Jiao, the bones still existed, and the blood was still there.

Turned into dead air, how to cut the dead air?

Ning Yi's consciousness was already blurred, and Changling's consciousness of those sword dao powers bombarded the heart lake one by one, causing his divine soul to fall into the divine pool, like falling into the abyss...... He struggled to open his eyes, and on all sides there was an icy deathly aura mixed with the pool water, ready to erode his thoughts.

The fine snow sword body was not far from him.

The impact of the dragon's soul before dying was unexpected, with an irresistible impact, and it hit Ning Yi.

The falling young man, his clothes were viscous, his body was like a piece of dark iron, and with the strength of his willpower, he still couldn't help but let out a muffled snort in pain.

Is it going to end......

Ning Yi was a little confused.

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Over the Divine Pond.

Suddenly there was a bright light.

A long and narrow sword shadow fell from the dome, shining brightly and splitting the Qingming.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

Thousands of ways.

Countless ways.

Treasure of the Sword.

The water of the Divine Pond burst open, making way for the Ten Thousand Swords.

Ning Yi, who was already blurred in front of him, saw the familiar figure of the female sword fairy seen under the Red Mountain Dormitory in a trance.

The woman's sword immortal, her face was tense, her phoenix eyes were full of anger, she trampled on ten thousand swords, and killed her.

It's beautiful.

"Girl......"

Ning Yi's voice carried a hint of realization.

The voice of the female sword fairy was a little anxious and hoarse.

"Brother. ”

He was extremely tired, and slowly reached out a hand, trying to grasp the woman's outstretched snow-white arm.

Catch.

Clench.

Never let go again.

Consciousness is muddy, and it is about to sink.

In her hand, she seemed to be holding a piece of white jade.

The dead qi entangled, invaded his clothes, and flowed, Ning Yi's divine soul began to become unstable, blurring and feathering for a while, and a trace of black evil qi appeared around his body.

Like a wisp of ink.

The words planted in the white jade by Chu Xuan's predecessors swayed in Pei Fu's mind, sentence by sentence, extremely clear.

"It's not scary to be dead, but if there are wisps of ink, then there is no room for delay. ”

"Crushing the white jade can save his life. ”

"Even with my cultivation, if I want to do this, I have to pay a lot of price, cause and effect in the world, there are borrowing and repaying, there are roots and leaves, you should know that after crushing the white jade, it is to become attached to the Purple Mountain...... The choice is yours. ”

How to choose?

A thought swept by the girl, her face was resolute, and her palm made a crisp sound of "click".

The piece of white jade was crushed by her.

No choice.

The voice of the female sword fairy resounded through the divine pool.

"Please Chu Xuan's seniors take action and clear the dead air!"

After the white jade was crushed, the rolling light, with a touch of purple glow, burst out in an instant, this white rainbow was diametrically opposed to the dead air, with majestic vitality, spread out in an instant.

The sacred pond boiled, turning from black to white.

Heaven and earth hang upside down, yin and yang are reversed.

The Purple Mountain Lord, who specializes in cultivating the forbidden art of life and death, left an idea in the white jade, swept across the four and eight wilderness-

At the bottom of the Shenchi Pond, where the white jade is crushed, there is an immature girl holding a big red umbrella.

Chu Xuan gently patted Ning Yi's forehead with one palm, and slowly raised his palm, there were many sticky silk threads on the palm and forehead, which were wisps of black death.

The female sword fairy bowed deeply.

Chu Xuan disagreed, and laughed softly: "To remove the dead qi, you also need a small half-pillar of incense, and during this period, the spirit cannot leave the body." ”

She looked up, her gaze piercing the canopy of heaven and seeming to look outside.

"It's not a good time now...... "The Purple Mountain Lord smiled and said, "You seem to be in a lot of trouble, 'that young man' is not a good stubble. ”

Over the mansion.

The talisman fell from the sky.

Some of the runes used for sound insulation were broken, some were burned, and they were all ineffective.

The formation of Gui Zhao Mountain was suppressed in the sky above the mansion.

Ling Xun, who was standing at the door of the mansion, had a cold look in his eyes.

"The formation has been broken, what else can you do?"

The white linen robe shuttling through the alley stopped the trend of skimming and began to seal his hands.

The turtle shell suspended above Ning Yi and Pei Fu's heads trembled slightly, and the majestic pressure converged.

"Give me a crackdown!"

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