"Good guy, it turns out that this is the last hole card......" Yao Xinji was a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Originally, he pulled his cheap master today just to save his friend's life, but now it seems that Yang Ning doesn't seem to need himself.

"Master, did you know about this person's existence from the beginning?" Yao Xinji recalled at this time that the old Taoist priest seemed to have paid attention to the old man behind Yang Ning from the beginning. Now it seems that the old Taoist priest must have known it at the beginning.

The old Taoist priest did not speak, but looked up at the sky. As if questioning his apprentice, he was absent-minded.

Yao Xinji found that he couldn't ask anything, so he could only accept it happily.

The old Taoist priest looked at the sword intent lingering around Jian Jue's body, and said: "I can't imagine that this person has already comprehended the mystery of half a step, it seems that today's Qushan tribe is destined to bring humiliation on itself." ”

"Half-step mystery?" Yao Xinzhen was a little surprised. When a cultivator has cultivated to a certain level, he will use himself to achieve mysteries. To a certain extent, the mysteries allow cultivators to have the combat power of words like mantras, especially kendo cultivators, which increases their combat power several times.

If this old man has really comprehended the half-step mystery as the old Taoist priest said, then today's action of Qu Shanhou wanting to destroy Qingying Town is really self-inflicted.

However, Yao Xinji still couldn't believe that there were cultivators who could comprehend the mysteries in Qing Ying Town, after all, Qing Ying Town was too barren.

High in the sky, Qu Shanhou's eyes were cautious, because he also felt the state of the sword.

Unexpectedly, the sword peer who had not appeared in twenty years, this Supreme Elder of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, had already comprehended the half-step mystery.

"Then let's fight." Although Qu Shanhou was surprised that the sword had comprehended the mystery, Qu Shanhou was not afraid at all.

Because Qu Shanhou has this capital.

After Qu Shanhou finished speaking, he came out of his body, and the blood-red blood mist unfolded. For a moment, the whole person looked more and more blurry.

The blood mist method, displayed on the body of Qu Shanhou, is not at all like the four god generals, it is just a simple cloud covering.

The smell of blood filled the world, and within a radius of Qingming Town, it became a sea of blood.

The blue sky, the scorching sun, seemed to be completely hidden, and there was no trace of it.

The whole world seems to be in a state of panic.

The blood cloud became the sole ruler of the world.

Among them, the blood cloud turned into countless fierce beasts with teeth and claws, roaring.

The side of Qingying Town, which was in the encirclement below, was completely frightened.

Although they had heard of Qu Shanhou's perversion before, but now that they saw it with their own eyes, it was another matter.

It was a tremor from the soul.

Is this still something that can be done by manpower? The crowd below was full of whispers, and they asked themselves more than once.

Located on the edge of the Western Wilderness, surrounded by mountains, the town is located in a low-lying area.

In the sky, the blood mist was dense and terrifying.

It is like a giant beast, looking down on this small green town, and can swallow this weak town at any time.

"It's terrible...... Liu Kun and the three of them are under the blood mist, and they can personally feel this depressing state. This is the depression from the depths of the soul, and Liu Kun can even feel the trembling of the fire of the soul within his own sea of knowledge.

"Is this still manpower?" Feng Liang kept asking himself, the Feng family was in a safe corner, and the strongest ancestor of the Liu family in Qingming Town was already an ordinary god-like existence, but today under the blood cloud, Feng Liang finally felt his insignificance.

Ke Yan was speechless in shock. As the Purple Seal Envoy of the City Lord's Mansion of Qushan City, he has also seen a big scene, but this is the first time he has seen such a cloud-covering cloud.

I had heard from the city lord before, how the blood mist method of the Qushan tribe was perverted, and he ignored it, after all, he had not seen it with his own eyes, but today Ke Yan saw it, and he felt it personally.

Heaven and earth turned a bloody color. The smell of blood is pungent, and the blood floating on the ground is not weird.

Despair and fear fill people's hearts, and there is no hope in sight.

"Yang Ning, I really don't know if this helper you are looking for can resist such a Qu Shanhou?" Yang Qiong finally felt his insignificance.

A few days ago, Yang Qiong also made great progress in his cultivation because of the exercises given by Yang Ning, and felt that his hope for revenge was getting bigger and bigger. But seeing this kind of might, Yang Qiong hesitated, can this really take revenge?

Is this the power of heaven and earth at all, and how can man fight against heaven and earth? Such a thought rose in Yang Qiong's heart.

"Qu Shanhou is not a loser, it is Qu Shanhou, this blood mist method seems to have been completed." The sword was definitely not surprised by the power that Qu Shanrong burst out.

"Jian Jue, if you want to keep this Qingying Town, it depends on whether you have the strength to do it, haha......" In the blood mist, Qu Shanhou's arrogant laughter came, unscrupulous.

At this moment, Qu Shanhou is the god above this Qingming Town, and he is the master of this heaven and earth.

This piece of heaven and earth seemed to have been assimilated by this blood mist, and as the sea of blood churned, gusts of wind whistled, and countless shadows of fierce beasts slowly emerged.

"Hmph, with this, you want to get past me and destroy the town, but you still think a little too much." Jian Jue's voice was not inferior to Qu Shanrong at all, crisp and loud.

As he spoke, his whole body erupted with boundless sword intent, becoming the only pure land in this world.

The phrase "borrow a sword and use a ......" is like the holy word of heaven and earth, which is irresistible, echoing between the blood mist and the ground, and it will endure for a long time.

"Huh? Don't you swordsman have a sword, it's funny, haha......" The sound of ridicule spread out from the blood mist, mocking, roaring......

In the unknown corner below, the old Taoist priest also looked a little smiling, and said: "Interesting, really interesting, a swordsman, there is no sword, it is really surprising." ”

Yao Xin's face was full of black clouds, and he also felt that the old man who exuded sword intent in the sky was a little funny, a swordsman, he didn't even have a sword, it was really unbelievable.

But at this moment, the Chengyi Sword, which was placed flat beside Yang Ning, turned into a long rainbow and shot straight into the sky.

"Huh? What's going on? In the blood cloud, there were doubts.

"I see......" The old Taoist priest saw this scene and instantly understood.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was in the hands of the sword.

Jian Jue stroked the sword of his former self and said softly: "Little guy, today we can fight side by side again......

Jian Jue's eyes contained deep feelings, and he looked at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, full of pity.

The sword shook slightly, full of cheerful flavor, and seemed to respond to his former master, letting out a soft groan.

"Okay, today you follow me, exorcise demons and slay evil ......" The sword intent is like a long rainbow running through the sun, surging, roaring......

The sword was unsheathed, and the gem on it shone with a terrifying light, like the brightest star in the night.

"The blood mist is pressing, press me ......" In the blood mist, Qu Shanhou seemed to have run out of patience, and finally couldn't bear it, centered on himself, and pressed down towards the sword under the blood mist, with a condescending momentum.

Hui Ni's figure appeared, standing above the blood mist, staring at the blood mist below, and said softly: "Yang Ning, my family is coming soon, I really hope I can stay by your side for a long time, but ...... Hey......"

Hui Ni was sighing: "God, are you still so ruthless......"

……

After a short period of recovery, Yang Ning, with the assistance of Ling Tianjue, had already recovered most of his strength and woke up.

"Huini, are you calling me?" Just now, the moment Yang Ning woke up, Yang Ning felt a call rising in his heart, and he realized something.

"Yang Ning, you finally woke up......" Yang Qiong was a little happy, after all, Yang Ning's strength, even if he was a strong man in the first realm of mountain building, he would hate him on the spot. With Yang Ning in charge, Yang Qiong will feel a lot more at ease.

"What's going on?" Yang Ning looked up and saw the blood mist in the sky and felt depressed.

"Qu Shanhou and the old man behind you just now got into a fight." Yang Qiong explained.

"Oh." Yang Ning didn't seem surprised, and then asked: "Yang Qiong, inform Ning Meng's brothers, get ready, we also have to break this enemy's encirclement as soon as possible to minimize casualties." ”

Yang Ning never thought that he was a good person who saved the suffering, but he could save as much as he could from unnecessary sacrifices.

"Yes." The moment Yang Qiong woke up in Yang Ning, the despair in his heart slowly weakened, until this moment, he finally had the confidence to fight again.

Yang Ning raised his head, looked at the battle situation in the air, and prayed in his heart, Sword Peer Senior, don't let me down.

Yang Ning didn't know what the strength of the sword absolute was, but he could feel that the sword was definitely more than just what it seemed, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the depths of the Western Wilderness alone twenty years ago.

The depths of the Western Wilderness are full of legends. But Yang Ning has not forgotten the special residual picture he obtained when he was a child. The amazing strength of the ancestors of the Yang family was hated in the depths of the Western Wilderness.

And the sword can have the courage to go alone, it is definitely not as simple as it seems.

However, Yang Ning is not in the mood to explore this now, because the crisis on the side of Qingying Town is still ongoing.

With the success of the Sharp Knife team, although it is not a disadvantage at the beginning, there is also a glimmer of life.

Soon, Liu Yan, Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er woke up one after another, and the sharp knife team charged again.

Above the sky, the speed at which the blood mist pressed down was very fast, and it looked like it was about to collide with the sword jue.

At this moment, the sword screamed violently, and the sword of the intention pointed directly at the long sky, bursting out with an amazing sword rainbow, like a pure light, wanting to purify this bloody heaven and earth.

"Hmph......" In the blood mist, Qu Shanhou's contempt was heard.

The sword never responded, with a long sword, with an invincible posture.

"Northern Xuanjian - Breaking the Firmament."

The sword of Chengyi groaned lightly, turned into a shocking pillar of heaven, and went up.

Whew......

The sword light is galloping, and the mystery of breaking seems to be inviolable, and the place where it passes, the world is still clear.

The white sword light became the only pure land in heaven and earth, and with the figure of the sword peer, it stabbed towards the blood mist.

Thundered......

Stir up a ripple.

In the center of the blood mist that obscured the sky, a gap appeared, revealing a little blue.

But soon, it was submerged by the sea of blood that covered the sky, and the sword absolute disappeared completely.

"What about people?" Yao Xinji was stunned and exclaimed. Why did it just start, and the people disappeared.

"Don't scream, okay?" The old Taoist priest was a little unhappy, looking at his apprentice with a look of disgust.

"But ......" Yao Xinji didn't care.

"This swordsman wants to defeat Qu Shanhou, only by entering the sea of blood, can he hope to find Qu Shanhou's body, otherwise with the posture of the sea of blood, this Qu Shanhou is in an invincible position, how do you let this swordsman fight? It's really blind to my eyes, and I'm lonely. ”

The old Taoist priest looked at his apprentice, with a look of rotten wood that could not be carved, which made Yao Xinchen panic.