"Ning Xiu!

”

Seeing the figure on the top of the mountain in the distance, Feng Zun immediately recognized the other party, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but he didn't make a move.

He also knew about Tianjiang.

Yun Zun and the Sword Heavenly King are all strong people who are not worse than him.

But these two strong men died in the hands of Ning Xiu one after another, and the strength of the other party can be imagined.

Now he is fighting with Ning Xiu, he is not sure.

"No wonder you dare to be so tough, it turns out that you have something to rely on." Feng Zun looked at the Shura Sect Master and snorted coldly, with a slight mockery in his tone.

But the other party smiled slightly, didn't care, and said with a smile: "My Shura Sect has produced a real dragon, and it is not ashamed to rely on the power of the dragon." ”

"Hmph."

Feng Zun's eyes flickered twice.

And when the Shura Sect Master saw that he didn't make a move, he waved his hand and let the people of the Shura Sect enter the ancient battlefield, and everyone in the Southern Regions was dazzled and hurriedly followed.

"Fengzun."

When the other two celestials saw this scene, they couldn't help but be a little anxious and wanted to stop them, but they were stopped by Fengzun with his hand raised.

"Ning Xiu is watching from a distance, and now he will not sit idly by." Feng Zun reminded.

Hearing Ning Xiu's name, these two celestials were also slightly surprised, but one of them still said unwillingly: "We are three celestials here, and there are top celestials like you Fengzun, do we have to be afraid of him?" ”

"I believe Yun Zun, the Sword Heavenly King had the same thoughts as you before he died in battle." Fengzun said faintly.

Truly.

In the past, the Sword Heavenly King, Yun Zun, joined forces with the rest of the celestials, and one of the seven celestials besieged Ning Xiu unsuccessfully, and was counter-killed.

What's more, they only have three of them here.

And once the fight starts, I don't know how long they can support it, but everyone in the Southern Regions will definitely take advantage of this time to enter the ancient battlefield.

Anyway, they will go in, so it's better to save some effort and explore the ancient battlefield.

"Let's go, let's go in too."

Feng Zun said, and led people into the ancient battlefield.

Distance.

Ning Xiu stepped out in one step, his figure seemed to flash like a streamer, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of a hundred miles and came to the ancient battlefield.

He followed closely behind the Shura Sect Master and the others, and the moment he stepped into the ancient battlefield, he felt the abnormality of this place.

The essence of the killing intent squeezed from all directions, and the aura in this place was not as abundant as in other places, but there was an inexplicable solemnity, making the surrounding air seem to be much thicker.

After entering this place, the true qi in Ning Xiu's body couldn't help but operate automatically to resist the solemn meaning transmitted from all around.

"Curious."

Ning Xiu was secretly surprised.

"This is the strangeness of the ancient battlefield, the tenacity of the space here is far greater than that of other places, and the warriors who enter here can feel that the pressure here is far beyond the outside world, under this pressure, it is difficult for ordinary people to even stand, even the warriors must always run their true qi to resist this pressure."

Princess Nine-Tails explained.

But Ning Xiu noticed the tenacity of the space in her mouth, and was a little curious, "How tenacious is the space?" Can a warrior still break the space? ”

"Yes, the extreme of force, is to break the void! In addition to having a long lifespan, the Immortals also possess the ultimate in martial power! ”

"I see."

Ning Xiu bowed slightly, a little expectant.

He is now considered to be the top powerhouse of the Houtu, and he can shake the space with a single blow with all his strength, but if he wants to break the space, he is afraid that there is still some distance left.

The wind and sand are rolling, and the eyes are barren.

Ning Xiu followed behind everyone, walking on the barren land, while his divine sense spread out, observing in all directions.

Suddenly.

In his divine sense, a sandstorm swept in the distance.

In the dust, there seems to be a strange black shadow.

"What's that?"

"That's the undead of the ancient battlefield."

"Undead?" Ning Xiu was stunned for a moment, is this still a ghost?

"There are countless people who died in the ancient battlefield, and this place is shrouded in a murderous atmosphere all the year round, and over time, these murderous atmospheres are combined with the strange climate in the ancient battlefield to form a unique disaster in the ancient battlefield, which contains a terrifying evil aura in this dust, as if it is the soul of the soldiers who died on the battlefield, so it is called the undead sandstorm." Princess Nine-Tails explained.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Ordinary undead sandstorms, the Divine Realm is enough to deal with, and the Yuanhai Realm is involved in it, but the operation of the True Qi Protective Body can also be comprehensive, but if it is some powerful sandstorms, even if the iQue is involved, it will be nine deaths, and the scale of this sandstorm does not seem to be very large, so there is no need to worry too much."

Having said that, Ning Xiu still informed the Shura Sect Master.

And he quickly organized people to resist the sandstorm.

The speed of the sandstorm is very fast, in the blink of an eye, it will cross thousands of miles, into everyone's field of vision, in the yellow sand roaring, there are pitch-black ghosts moving in it, faintly, there seems to be a killing sound echoing between the heaven and the earth.

Everyone looked at the sandstorm with solemn faces.

Soon, the sand and dust came, the storm raged like a blade, and the mixed sand was more like an arrow missing, ordinary warriors were involved in it, just afraid that they would be strangled into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, fortunately, everyone present was not mediocre, all of them were true disciples of the Shura Sect, and the real air was circulating, isolating the wind and sand from the body.

Ning Xiu was also shrouded in the sandstorm, but compared to everyone else, he was quite relaxed, his true qi came out of his body, and he walked freely.

It's just that wind and sand aren't the trickiest of the undead sandstorms.

The reason why this sandstorm frightened many warriors was more because of the evil aura that looked like ghosts!

I saw a black shadow in the wind and sand heading towards Ning Xiu, this ghost looked like a human, but it had no facial features, like a ghost.

But the power contained in its body was not to be underestimated, and Ning Xiu judged that the power of this ghost shadow was roughly equivalent to the full force of the Yuan Sea Realm.

Although it was nothing to him, it was still quite a threat to most of the true disciples of the Shura Sect.

Ning Xiu's true qi came out through his body, shattering the ghost shadows, and then looked at the people of the Shura Sect in the distance, only to see that they had also encountered many ghost shadows.

Ning Xiu didn't make the first move.

This time, he brought the disciples of the Shura Sect to the ancient battlefield, in addition to exploring the opportunity here, but also to experience these people.

If he had to do everything, then there would be no need for training.

"Be careful, everyone."

Xu Qiu let out a low snort, raised his hand to urge his true qi, and destroyed a ghost shadow that rushed up with one palm, while the others also shot one after another.

All the disciples showed their abilities, swords and fists, and many moves.

The ghosts that rushed up one by one were all blown up.

Among them, Xue Buzhi, Murong Qiushui, Yi Jifeng and others performed exceptionally well, and some ghosts comparable to the Divine Realm couldn't help them.

The Shura Sect Master watched from the sidelines, and like Ning Xiu, he didn't make a move.

After seeing that the disciples were able to deal with it, a smile appeared on their faces.

"Heh, although these disciples are not as good as you, the future Shura Sect will still rely on them." The Shura Sect Master smiled slightly.

"Well, indeed."

Ning Xiu nodded.

The strength of a sect is by no means supported by one person.

It's the strength of a group of people.

Ning Xiu looked at the people in front of him, and seemed to have seen the bright future of the Shura Sect, he had been in this sect, although the style of this sect was strong, but he still left a lot of memories, and naturally hoped that this sect would be strong.

Suddenly.

Ning Xiu suddenly sensed something and looked into the distance.

I saw thousands of miles away, a burst of true qi erupted, and one ghost after another dissipated.

And that true qi inexplicably gave Ning Xiu a sense of familiarity.

In his consciousness, a white-clothed figure flashed in the wind and sand.

"That's ......"

Ning Xiutong Kong shrank slightly, and quickly swept thousands of miles away, and at the same time said to the Shura Sect Master: "Sect Master, this place will be handed over to you first." ”

The Shura Sect Master was stunned for a moment, "What happened?" ”

It was the first time he had seen Ning Xiu look so anxious, and he vaguely saw a touch of joy on the other party's face.

Did the other party encounter something good?

The scope of this sandstorm is huge, thousands of miles away, the wind and sand are still raging, and one ghost shadow is flickering and disappearing in it, and it is uncertain.

Ning Xiu came here, and his divine sense spread out, trying to find the white figure he saw, but the figure was missing at this moment.

He allowed his consciousness to spread around, but he didn't find the slightest trace.

"What's wrong with you?"

Princess Nine-Tails asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that I seem to have met a familiar figure, and I don't know if it's her ......" Ning Xiu said a little melancholy.

He had just spotted a white figure, and he thought it was Li Qingzhi.

But although that true qi is somewhat similar to Li Qingzhi, it is completely different.

Thinking about it, he and Li Qingzhi haven't seen each other for a few years, and the other party is still the reincarnation of an immortal, so I'm afraid that there have been earth-shaking changes.

How can it still be the same Li Qingzhi as before?

He searched around the neighborhood a few more times, but there was still no trace.

"Alas, Master, Master, you are really grinding."

Ning Xiu sighed, and then there was a hint of firmness in his eyes, "No matter how much, I will go to Kunlun to find the master after a while." ”

Although the red-clothed sword immortal said that Kunlun could not enter lightly, he found an ally of Tianjiang for Kunlun, and Li Qingzhi was his wife.

What's the reason why you don't even let your wife see you?

After making up his mind, Ning Xiu turned around and left, wanting to go back to find the Shura Sect Master and the others, but saw that the earth suddenly shook, and saw that in the wind and sand, a group of ghost shadows condensed in the air, forming an even more terrifying ghost shadow.

This ghost figure roared in the sky, and its momentum was earth-shattering.

The evil spirit fills all directions, making people shudder.

"Oh, the evil spirit is condensed?"

Ning Xiu's eyes flashed.

This ancient battlefield is indeed treacherous and changeable.

I saw a huge ghost figure destroying all around, and the whole earth was constantly shaken by him, and for a while, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the sky collapsed.

Ning Xiu was extremely close, and he was also affected by the attack.

His true qi penetrated his body, and while resisting the attack, the Nether Slash was already in his hand, and with a single slash, the blood-colored sword light burst out.

The earth was cracked open by the light of the sword!

Even the huge ghost was cracked in half.

But the huge ghost shadow suddenly shattered on its own, turning into smaller ghost shadows and shrouding towards Ning Xiu, like a dark tide that devoured the sky and the earth.

Ning Xiu's sword came out again.

"Bitter reincarnation, endless!"

Endless sword qi swept out.

One by one, the ghosts disappeared, and even the sandstorm gradually subsided.

On the surrounding earth, only sword marks and sword qi remained.

In the cracked earth, a raised mountain wall stood.

The surroundings were ghosted, and they were destroyed by Ning Xiu, but only the surrounding area of this mountain wall was intact, as if it was guarded by a mysterious power.

Ning Xiu stepped forward curiously to check.

Really.

An invisible force field was repelling him.

When I looked closely, I saw two lines of words carved on the mountain wall.

"Martial Dao Supreme, Crazy Sword Long Wind!"

"If the imperial sword is not out, who will fight?"

Those two lines of words are like a knife and a sword, and every stroke is full of unparalleled edge, one line is arrogant and uninhibited, and the other line is lonely and domineering.

"The long wind of the wild sword, the imperial sword...... Familiar name. ”

The Nine-Tails Princess spoke suddenly, and then fell into memory.

"I think of it, these two guys are immortals, it is said that these two guys call themselves the Crazy Sword and the Imperial Sword, one is the supreme of the sword, the other is the leader of the sword, at the same time, these two people are also-for-tat opponents, every time they meet, they always have to fight, and then I heard that once they came to the ancient battlefield to fight for their lives."

"The outcome of that battle, no one knows."

"And the mad sword and the imperial sword have finally disappeared, these two lines should be left by them, this is the place of their decisive battle."

Princess Nine-Tails said.

Ning Xiu looked at the stone wall, a little curious.

Crazy Sword, Imperial Sword.

The name is very loud.

And he happens to be a sword cultivator!

Sensing the sword intent that kept coming from the mountain wall, the corners of Ning Xiu's mouth turned up slightly, and there was a trace of victory in his heart.

He stepped out and walked straight towards the mountain wall.

And as he approached, the sword intent coming from the mountain wall became stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to stop him, an uninvited guest.

Ning Xiu's mind moved, and the swords came out, and the artistic conception swept out.

Bang!

In the void, three artistic conceptions collided, causing silent ripples.

The stone wall shook, and the meaning of a stronger sword was revealed in those two lines of words, and vaguely, it was a phantom of a sword and a sword, straight into the sky!

And in the process of competing with the sword intent of the mountain wall, Ning Xiu's consciousness also seemed to have crossed time and space and came to the heaven and earth thousands of years ago.

I saw two figures in front of this mountain wall, one black and one white, standing at both ends of the mountain wall with swords in hand, clearly distinguished, one domineering, the other lonely and high.

The sword intent of the two silently collided, causing the wind and sand to roll around, and countless ghosts and shadows encroached on, but they were torn apart by the artistic conception emanating from the two of them.

Above the nine heavens, the sea of clouds kept rolling.

Just as the sea of clouds was split in two, the two suddenly moved.

The knife is out, like thousands of troops, and it is indomitable.

The sword moved, like lightning and thunder, and it was extremely fast.

The moment the swords struck each other, the sword qi swept across a radius of hundreds of miles.

The earth rumbled, and the sea of clouds rolled even more violently.

Ning Xiu's consciousness, as the swords of the two continued to fight each other, felt the stronger and stronger sword meaning, and if he had an understanding, he seemed to have entered a state of some kind of epiphany.