The gale of Ganye Temple exploded, and the rumbling sword qi swept through.

The small Wuliang Mountain behind Zheng Qi is famous for its formations, sword formations, and you are good at group killing. The disciples of Xiao Wuliang Mountain travel, most of them are together, three or five people can form a small sword formation, the middle realm can cross a small realm to face the enemy, the more people, the stronger it is, the mountain gate town of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, the mountain sword formation of the mountain is set of ninety-nine small sword formations to protect the mountain, and there are nearly a thousand disciples on the mountain, working together, even if the great cultivators who have surpassed the realm of the fate star come to attack, it is difficult to break through easily.

In the Ganye Temple, all the fences were lifted by the sword qi, the earth and stones were splashed, the solid walls of the temple were shaken by a huge lifting force, inch by inch of snow-white paint red was swept up, the grass roots flew upside down, and even the head came out of the ground with roots, Zheng Qi, who was standing in the center of the storm, looked like a great enemy, he was three feet off the ground, stepped on the tip of the sword, the whole person bowed and bent over, his eyes were firmly staring at the young man not far away, his big sleeves fluttered, and his hand was constantly pinching.

"Tianshu. ”

"Tianxuan. ”

"Dimensity. ”

As Zheng Qi's voice fell, the sword qi storm behind him swelled more and more, within a radius of ten zhang, the sword qi that suddenly spread enveloped the heavens and the earth, a darkness, and every sound fell like an edict, accompanied by the two fingers of the man who stepped on the sword, a gap was split between heaven and earth, the light was overflowing, and the faint flames were boiling, and the body around the law enforcement elder of the Little Wuliang Mountain began to rotate.

Seven edicts, in the dark heaven and earth open seven rays of light, like seven stars, but the heaven and earth are dim, within ten zhang there are still wisps of light outside, seven stars are not the real life stars, any one is taken out, the size of the light is very different, even if the seven together, it is difficult to compete for glory.

The third prince watched this scene quietly.

Su Ku of the Sword Lake Palace raised his eyebrows, with a posture of watching from the wall, he crossed his arms, smiled, and then swept a step, and came to the outer edge of the sword qi tornado.

"Your Highness, the cultivator of the Little Wuliang Mountain, you will take revenge, and you are very ...... of holding grudges" He laughed softly: "This young man named Ning Yi is probably the one who offended them before. ”

Li Bailin nodded.

He didn't say anything to stop him, let alone make the slightest move, he hummed lightly from the tip of his nose, glanced at the people of the little Wuliang Mountain who were surging with sword energy, and his eyes fell on Ning Yi's body again.

He suddenly felt a trace of doubt and uneasiness in his heart.

Uneasy.

And the reason why Li Bailin feels that he can't be at peace in his heart ...... He tried his best to find it, and finally landed on Ning Yi's body, this young man had an aura that made him feel uncomfortable.

Li Bailin chewed carefully.

He looked at Ning Yi's umbrella sword again.

This time, he figured it out.

Li Bailin's expression became indifferent, and the color in his eyes slowly faded, leaving only a pitch black...... He thought of a sentence that a certain great Confucian in the Heavenly Capital Imperial City had warned him.

As long as there is a possibility that things will go bad...... Then it will definitely go bad.

The third prince lowered his sleeves and quietly looked at the young man in the sword qi world.

Li Bailin finally knew what the Great Confucian meant, he should have killed Ning Yi earlier.

The boy slowly clenched his umbrella sword.

The blade of the sword is unsheathed.

......

......

The sky and earth were dark, Ning Yi stood with his sword in his hand, and the blade of the umbrella sword was gently spun out by him.

In the middle of heaven and earth, Zheng Qi's sword qi filled down.

Dealing with a cultivator of the second realm, why would he be so rejuvenated?

The disciple of the Little Wuliang Mountain in the fourth realm underestimated himself first, and then suffered a loss in the sword weapon.

If you change to another disciple of the same realm, you don't need to be hard-shaken, you only do mediation and grappling, and you don't do sword confrontation, until your star light and physical strength are exhausted...... Then it couldn't be easier to teach yourself a lesson.

Ning Yi knew that he was probably recognized by the man who stepped on the sword in Xiao Wuliang Mountain, he clenched the umbrella sword, his appearance was extremely calm, as if he was ready to accept this blow calmly, and the soles of his feet had already kicked on the ground, stepping out of two pits.

The ten-zhang radius of the Ganye Temple was squeezed by the sword qi and shrunk to death...... Only then did Ning Yi know that the cultivator of the original tenth realm had such a powerful power, and if he wanted to escape, I am afraid it was nonsense, if he ate that sword, if he shook it hard, could the umbrella sword be able to withstand it, even if he resisted, could he escape this man who stepped on the sword?

The sword body on the soles of Zheng Qi's feet was slamming, and the light smashed on the edge of the sword, and it was smashed like a stream of fire.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

Apparently impossible......

He took a deep breath.

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid it's not a simple lesson, is this going to kill yourself?

His gaze fell on the outside of the sword qi world, the bone flute was not shocked in his arms, and the wisps of divinity that rippled out allowed Ning Yi to see some light outside the sword qi world, the big sun was setting, the long night was coming, and the white-robed three princes standing on the horizon had their sleeves down, looking at themselves indifferently.

In the dim world of sword qi, Ning Yi suddenly thought of the firelight outside the Xiling Temple, and thought of Xu Zang's words that had been ringing in his ears these days.

"It's not easy to stay alive with me. ”

The elder who stepped on the sword was a small Wuliang mountain man who chased and killed Xu Zang.

The umbrella sword in his hand ushered in the blazing gaze of the three princes.

Ning Yi has been living too peacefully and steadily these days...... Read books and recite scriptures every day, and realize divinity in the Ganye Temple.

He even forgot what Xu Zang said to himself, and forgot that all the way from Xiling, the real fight and life and death were only in that month of heavy rain.

Hunters grow up to be hunters...... Walking on the wasteland is just a prey.

Ning Yi clutched the umbrella sword with both hands, and the blade of the sword gently swirled on the ground, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the momentum continued to drum.

The cultivation of the second realm, under the Beidou Sword Formation led by the cultivators of the Ten Realms, appeared fragile and absurd, ridiculous and pitiful.

At the moment before Ning Yi puffed out his chest and was about to hand over the sword, Zheng Qi solemnly pointed his fingers, and all the sword qi exploded, entangled and condensed in his fingertips, and suddenly burst out-

The target is not Ning Yi.

It's the darkness behind Ning Yi.

All the sword qi condensed from the Beidou Sword Array gathered on a finger, like a sharp arrow shooting out, and shot into the darkness behind Ning Yi in an instant.

This sword qi should have shone brightly, but after it was shot in, it was like a mud cow entering the sea.

In the darkness, there was a faint "click".

Crisp and loud, like a rusty object, gently broken.

Behind Ning Yi, in the darkness that should have been empty, a ray of light was torn apart.

The tip of a rusty iron sword split all the sword qi that shot out, starting with a point, slowly tearing apart this sword qi world, and at the end of the sword hilt was a man who was outside the world.

Ning Yi turned his head in horror, sensing the stone wall of the Ganye Temple behind him, swaying gently, and someone stood in the darkness without making the slightest sound.

He couldn't see the person's face, but he didn't feel resistant, even if it was dark in his eyes, he felt a little warm, the person stretched out a hand, and the gestures and movements were extremely similar to Xu Zang's.

But it's not the same.

He patted Ning Yi's shoulder lightly, meaning like .......

"I've always been there. ”

It's a feeling of peace of mind.

Ning Yi held the umbrella sword, looking at the tall figure that came out of the darkness in a daze, and the ten fingers of the young man's sword hilt clenched involuntarily.

Walking out of the darkness of Ganye Temple and coming to the sword qi world, it was a man with a black scarf tied around his eyes.

The man's hair is gray, his temples are swaying with the sword qi, his face does not look old, and the two eyebrows raised are like blades flying obliquely, about to cut through the heavens and the earth.

He held the rusty iron sword in one hand, tore through the Beidou Sword Formation of Little Wuliang Mountain with the tip of the sword, and asked softly, "Little Wuliang Mountain...... Do you know whose realm this is?"

At the moment when the blind man walked out of the darkness, the face of the third prince was completely blank, and there was no slightest fluctuation, and the space behind him was distorted.

Su Ku, who was standing respectfully on the side, said in a cold voice: "The blind man of Shushan...... Will he stand up for this boy?"

Zheng Qi, who stepped on the tip of the sword, raised his sleeves again, put his other hand together with two fingers, pressed his fingertips on his sleeves, raised his sleeves and palms aimed at the figure in front of Ning Yi, and after his fingertips pressed against the sleeve robe, he squeezed forward inch by inch, and the momentum of the entire Beidou Sword Formation was pushed by him with a bang, and a crackling sound sounded in all directions of heaven and earth.

The seven stars were so brilliant that they almost burst open—

At this moment, the blind man moved.

Ning Yi barely saw the blind man's movements clearly, only heard the thunderous wind, and did not see his person, but saw his sword first.

An iron sword slashed at the stars behind Zheng Qi, the heavens and the earth changed greatly, the night was torn, and there was a ray of blazing light-

Seven stars, at the same moment, in no particular order, were cut apart by the blind man, and the little Wuliang Mountain elder who stepped on the tip of the sword, his complexion changed suddenly, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, together with the fourteen Xiao Wuliang Mountain disciples behind him, and threw them out, his body was like a kite with a broken string, and it smashed heavily on the outer courtyard wall of the Ganye Temple, and a series of sound of wall tiles collapsing.

The blind man had already stood in front of Ning Yi again.

He looked at Su Ku and said softly, "I heard that you think there are only three people in Shushan?"

Su Ku's face changed, and he said in a slightly cold voice: "Blind...... Are you following me?"

The blind man smiled slightly, did not nod or shake his head.

Su Ku glanced at the people of Xiao Wuliang Mountain who fell on the ground of Ganye Temple, and his expression was complicated.

He took a deep breath and said seriously: "This one next to me is the third prince of the Great Sui Imperial Family. ”

The blind man said calmly, "I know. ”

Su Ku continued: "You know what that means. ”

The blind man smiled and said, "Of course I do. ”

Su Ku was silent for a moment and said, "Are you sure you want to protect him?"

The blind man just smiled and nodded.

This time, Su Ku did not speak again.

Li Bailin looked at the tall figure that stopped in front of Ning Yi, his gaze passed through the blind man, and looked at Ning Yi behind him, there was no longer any appreciation in his eyes, there was only an extremely indifferent calm.

Ning Yi was a little cramped and uneasy, he pursed his lips and looked at the blind man Qi Rust standing in front of him.

The third prince asked softly, "Why?"

Qi Rust patted Ning Yi's shoulder and said with a smile: "Because his name is Ning Yi." ”

Ning Yi raised his head and felt his heart start pounding.

"Because the sword in his hand is called fine snow. ”

The silence of the whole world was broken by Qi Rust's words.

In the darkness, the sound is like light.

"Because of the one who holds the fine snow. ”

"It is the successor and ......hope of Mr. Zhao Rui"

Qi Rust "stared" at the third prince, with a hint of regret and mockery in his tone.

"Because Ning Yi is the little uncle of Shushan. ”