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Small bridges and flowing water, cooking smoke.

It's like a paradise, it's the place he's always longed for.

After all, he was a Dao Sect Sect Master, and the scene in front of him did not let him get lost, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the Lingtai was clear, and he instantly sobered up.

In reality, the space around Ning Daoqi's body was a little distorted due to the vertical and horizontal sword qi, and there was dazzling sword light in his sight.

"It's ......"

Looking at the sword qi around him, Ning Daoqi's face was full of shock, but he didn't have time to think about something deeper now, only to see him let out a long roar, and his whole body seemed to turn into a feather and float away.

In the eyes of everyone, a white shadow fluttered in the staggered sword qi, avoiding the deadly attack by a fraction of a millimeter, it was really amazing, and people couldn't believe it, but it was indeed a fact.

Only Ning Daoqi himself knew how bad the situation he was in now, although his body was wonderful, and he had the taste of riding the clouds and resisting the wind, but he had never been able to leave the encirclement of the sword qi. He was even standing still at all, until the chilling sword qi forced him back to the same place again.

Ning Daoqi's eyes showed a touch of determination, and a Kunpeng phantom appeared behind him, and he actually rushed out directly.

In the white light, the sword qi was constantly cutting through the Kunpeng phantom.

Crimson blood blooms in the night.

In the end, Ning Daoqi relied on his extreme speed and incomparably deep internal strength to rush out of the sword net.

It's just that at this time, he was covered in blood, and there was no trace of the previous chic and fluttering.

Several serious sword qi even penetrated his body, and the blood was still flowing out, so he simply avoided the vital point.

Due to excessive blood loss, Ning Daoqi's face was pale, but his eyes were still so bright.

"Sitting in the well and watching the sky, it is said that the sky is small, and the sky is not small. ”

This No. 1 master of the Central Plains was not discouraged by the defeat, but instead laughed and said loudly: "Wang Jushi's sword deserves to be the first sword in the world, compared to it, the 'Cihang Sword Codex' is nothing." Dodge didn't realize to this day that he was just a frog in the well, and never thought to look beyond the well. It's foolish to think that everyone should be like you. ”

Wang Chan looked up at Ning Daoqi, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that Ning Daoqi would be able to break through in this situation, the avenue was simple, and it was easy to count from one to nine. Although Ning Daoqi's "Eight Fights with Loose Hands" can vary endlessly, in the final analysis, there are still no eight essences, otherwise he would not be called eight puffs.

But at this moment, Wang Chan saw the ninth change in Ning Daoqi's eyes.

"I'd rather Dodge make the last shot in this world, not for others, but for myself!"

"I want to see what kind of scenery the world outside the well is, and I hope that Wang Jushi will be perfect. ”

Ning Daoqi slowly stretched out his right hand, his hand was slow and steady, and every minute and inch of movement remained at the same speed. It is impossible to know that the speed is equal, and it is very rare for human movements to maintain a certain speed.

You must know that any action is made up of countless movements, and there is a bit of a difference between the actions and the actions, and the series of movements that make up Ning Daoqi's detective hand, each action is like a repetition of the previous action, which in itself is an unbelievable miracle.

Only Wang Chan could see the mystery in the crowd, only to see that his right hand tightened the peerless sword in his hand, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Ning Daoqi deadly.

Ning Daoqi's movements are as straight as the heaven and the earth, and the deeper ontology that is always hidden behind it is one, and it is full of the flavor of the ever-changing law in the permanence. There is not the slightest gap or flaw to be found, and it makes people feel that the ninth pounce that comes with his starting style must be earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, without beginning and without ending.

Martial arts have reached the level of ghosts and gods so far.

It's for the extraordinary.

When Ning Daoqi's right hand was completely stretched out, his whole person's momentum also climbed to the peak.

The Prancing Horse Bridge is no longer the previous Prancing Horse Bridge, but it is full of dead silence, Ning Daoqi's right hand stretched out towards the sky, and the vitality and death of heaven and earth were all concentrated in his hand, and the stars and moon in the sky were immediately eclipsed. It feels weird and weird, indescribable, indescribable.

The people in the rivers and lakes who watched the battle could no longer see Ning Daoqi, and what they saw was a black and white light breaking through the sky, crossing the space of two zhang, and directly hitting Wang Chan.

This black and white interlaced true qi did not bring any sound of breaking the wind, and he didn't feel the slightest murderous aura, but Wang Chan, who was on the Prancing Horse Bridge, clearly felt that this true qi was enveloping the heavens and the earth, and there was no other choice than to fight hard.

His eyes flashed, and at this most critical moment, he actually inserted the peerless sword in his hand into the stone bridge, turning the golden bell jar to the limit, and the whole person turned into a golden god of war, and swung his fist forward.

Rumble!

The true intent that contained a little bit of truth and the meaning of death slammed into Wang Chan's body like this.

The black and white qi is intertwined and entangled in a golden mang......

Finally, it turns into the deepest ash.

"Poof!" Wang Chan's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

And Ning Daoqi, one of the three great masters of martial arts in the world, after swinging the last palm of his life, the meridians of his whole body were broken, and he died with a smile.

Wang Chan looked up at the old man in front of him, who was over 100 years old, with no joy or sadness on his face.

At that moment, he felt something, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the roof of a house in front of him.

I saw that under the bright moon, a woman with plain and elegant clothes and a face hidden in the heavy veil was standing in the wind facing him.

Her figure is graceful and slender, her hair is knotted and high, even if you can't see her flowers, you can feel her compelling elegance.

Just the way she stands, there is a feeling of endless viewing, and it is full of extremely subtle seduction. This feeling Wang Chan had seen in another woman.

"'Yin Queen' Zhu Yuyan?" Wang Chan said.

"You are Wang Chan?"

A sound like a pinprick suddenly sounded in Wang Chan's ear drum.

Zhu Yuyan on the roof disappeared suddenly, and when she reappeared, she was already standing at the head of the Prancing Horse Bridge.

"What Wanwan asked you about that day, I'll give you another chance. Zhu Yuyan said lightly, with a lofty posture.

"Can I take this as your request?" Wang Chan chuckled as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Zhu Yuyan was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly, and she said coldly: "You can also understand it this way." ”

Wang Chan looked at Zhu Yuyan, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter: "But in my eyes, excessive demands are threats, and I never accept threats." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Chan's ears sounded the roar of a whirring storm at the same time. (To be continued.) )