The sword looked very peaceful, without a trace of murderous aura, exuding a soft white light, like an old man, standing quietly in the air, floating, among the sword, there was no trace of edge, as if this sword had lost its fierce nature, only the shape of the sword.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a dragon-shaped carving that surrounds it, and the tail end is in the shape of a dragon's head, as if telling the sword's past achievements and telling an ancient glorious story. Around the blade, there was an endless soft white light, wrapping the blade, and there was no trace of edge in sight. The only place where this sword can be seen to have been killed is that in the middle of the blade, there is a blood-red thread that looks very thin and thin.

The existence of the silk thread proves that this sword has also been killed. The silk thread is very long, reaching the sky, and at the end of the silk thread, there is a word, which is not real, hidden by the white light, as if it is deliberately so, and there are some true thoughts hidden.

Yang Ning didn't speak, standing below, looking at Jian squinted, Yang Ning stared for a long time, and found that there was nothing abnormal, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The sword just now, the killing aura is too heavy, although Yang Ning has the soul of two lives, but it still consumes a lot of Yang Ning's mind, especially in the face of a desperate crisis, that feeling of urgency, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that there will be a shadow left in his heart.

However, Yang Ning also realized a truth just now, that is, sword cultivation, since sword cultivation, no matter what the situation, you must have the courage to take out the sword, even when death is approaching, as long as there is a sword, you must use the sword.

Win or lose, let's talk about it after the sword is drawn.

After a short recovery, Yang Ning raised his head again and looked at the sword that emitted a soft white light.

Yang Ning just wanted to see what was going on. Yang Ning until, Hongchen has not finished the path of refining his heart, staying on the forty-eighth floor, but he has come to this space again wonderfully.

It seems that this time the heart refining path should be this sword.

Yang Ning thought, wanting to take a look at the sword itself.

The sword in the air seemed to understand Yang Ning's intentions. Under Yang Ning's gaze, the silk thread in the middle slowly grew.

Changed?

Yang Ning knew in his heart that this level of heart refining had really begun.

The thread widened, but the breath did not change in the slightest.

The white space, but because of the widening of the silk thread, there is gradually a touch of blood red.

It's a terrible red, because it's not the same red, it's blood red, and blood red means blood.

The white light contrasts, and the blood red is even more bloody.

Yang Ning vaguely felt the former glory of this sword, it was a kind of bloody killing, gradually, it turned into a river of blood, spreading, eternal and long.

Gradually, it was as if the soft white light was invincible, suppressed by the blood-colored silk threads.

Gradually, half of the white space has become a blood-red space.

"Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

Yang Ning felt as if he was in a battlefield of killing, rivers of blood, blurred, countless corpses fell, blood everywhere, this was not a white space at all, but a bloody battlefield.

A sword seems to be a ruthless harvester, and I don't know how many souls are under the sword, in short, every time the sword shakes, countless corpses will become ghosts.

It's scary......

Yang Ning felt that his throat was a little astringent, dry and abnormal.

The memory of the two lives, how terrible the soul is, but at this time, Yang Ning felt that the memory of his two lives was trembling, because this sword was too fierce, and when the sword was swung, it was a piece of blood.

Yang Ning's soul trembled.

My mind went blank.

The white space has become blood-red, the sky in Yang Ning's field of vision has become dark black, countless people are screaming, and in the entire blood-colored field of vision, only the blood-red sword is advancing, waving......

It is as if this sword is the master of heaven and earth, and no external object can stop it, and nothing can resist one or two.

Heaven and earth are red and eclipsed.

The sky is so big, and the earth is so wide that there is no vastness under this sword.

A sword can be so powerful?

Yang Ning hesitated, because he didn't know if what he saw was an illusion or a reality, could a sword really be so powerful?

Yang Ning was very hesitant, and he kept asking himself in his heart.

At this moment, a voice suddenly floated in the sky.

"With such power, are you still not convinced?"

Yang Ning felt as if he was standing in a blood-colored space for a moment.

In the face of such might, Yang Ning felt that his body was trembling.

Yang Ning stood, and the silk thread in the middle of the sword had already occupied the entire sword body......

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

Countless screams echoed not far away.

Yang Ning felt as if he was being targeted by a sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at him, and a voice floated again.

"Still on your knees?"

The voice sounded very ethereal, as if it was a heavenly rumor, and it was irresistible.

Yang Ning felt that his soul was trembling, and his body actually had a tendency to kneel down with this ethereal remonstrance.

Between the legs, they began to bend and keep calling.

What's going on? Could it be that I've come to this space?

But how is this possible, I'm not on the road of refining my heart?

But these words, like slander, were so clear that it seemed as if it had really happened.

Yang Ning struggled, not bending his legs, and at the same time the sword intent emanated, wrapping himself, and between three feet, the sword intent was surging.

But Yang Ning felt that he had the meaning of shaking the tree.

With such the power of heaven and earth, such a sword, can you really stop it?

There was no need to ask, Yang Ning knew that he couldn't at all, and he couldn't even block it with a sword.

The sky turned blood red under the light of the sword.

Blood red has become the mainstream of the earth.

No one, the sword is moving on its own......

"Get on your knees!"

Yang Ning felt the bones in his legs rattle.

"With such a strong force, to kneel or not to kneel?"

Yang Ning had palpitations.

Because such a power is too terrifying.

At the peak of his previous life, under such power, I am afraid that he would also have to drink hatred.

If someone can control the sword that makes the heavens and the earth discolored, won't they even have to pierce this day?

To kneel or not to kneel? Yang Ning was very entangled.

"Get on your knees, I'll give you unprecedented strength!"

The voice was like a devil, a devil urging people, urging Yang Ning to make a choice.

Click......

Two crunchs in quick succession.

Yang Ning's knee was shattered......

"Ah......h

Throughout the blood-colored space, Yang Ning's screams echoed......

"Kneel, I'll give you invincible strength......"

The voice seemed to have a strong magic power, driving Yang Ning to kneel.

"Don't kneel ......"

Yang Ning never thought that this sword would force himself.

"Kneel down ......"

The sound is like magic.

Yang Ning felt that the bones in his whole body were about to fall apart, and his forehead, back, and hands were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Cold sweat poured down like a torrential rain, and on the ground where blood flowed like a river, there were streams flowing in an instant......

"Kneel to heaven and kneel...... Kneel...... Parents ......"

Yang Ning's voice was hoarse and incoherent......

"As long as you kneel, this sword is your ......"

In the voice, there was temptation again, with inexplicable power, affecting Yang Ning's consciousness.

Yes, this sword is so strong that the heavens and the earth will lose their color, but is this kind of power really what you desire? Yang Ning didn't know.

If you can get this sword, what Heavenly Dao Seven Sons, what Heavenly Dao Sect, is not a matter of one sword?

But Yang Ning vaguely felt in his heart that this kind of power was not like himself, because although the sword was strong, Yang Ning was not a slave.

A sword, you have to drive him, make himself a slave, no.

"Don't kneel ......"

As soon as Yang Ning's two words came out, he felt that around his body, the three-foot space supported by the sword intent shattered instantly.

"Poof......

Blood splattered ......

The clothes were dyed red, mixed with sweat, and gradually disappeared with the blood-colored stream......

"Kneel!"

In the voice, there seemed to be a trace of anger, and a majestic force poured down and fell on Yang Ning's body.

"Ah...... No...... Kneeling ......"

Yang Ning felt that the backbone behind him was bending, and his consciousness gradually blurred. Immediately afterwards, Yang Ning's body gradually became shorter with the curvature of the backbone.

Curled up, trembling.

"If you don't kneel, you'll die......"

The sword began to fall, straight down, without any superfluous movements, as if everything was as simple as that.

There was no stagnation at the blade, it was like a free fall. Faster and closer......

"Those who kneel live, and those who do not kneel die......"

The voice echoed, as the sword fell, getting closer and closer, approaching death, like the call of death.

"Kneel...... Kneel you... Hemp...... Paralysis...... Yes! ”

Yang Ning was intermittent, curled up with his body, tried his best to finish a sentence, and saw that his body was about to be pierced by the sword......

Is that the end of it? Yang Ning's consciousness was instantly clear, as if he had returned to the light, and before he died, he was extremely awake.

But I haven't stood on top of the world yet, I haven't taken revenge, is this the end?

Wan'er, Huini, where are you?

Two beautiful and flawless figures appeared in Yang Ning's mind, the piercing breath was getting closer and closer, and the depths of Yang Ning's bone marrow gradually cracked, and the bones of his whole body gradually began to shatter......

Syllable......

Syllable......

Like crisp firecrackers, one by one, echoed in Yang Ning's ears.

So clear, so bright......

Is this the smell of death?

Yang Ning in his previous life also faced death, but it was when he was defeated by the enemy, and he died in battle. But what is standing here?

Suffocated to death?

Kneel? Yang Ning never thought that although the sword was powerful, it was not his own, and he had to make himself a slave of a sword, Yang Ning couldn't do it.

Yang Ning's flesh and blood were already blurred, curled up there, like a pile of rotten meat, convulsing constantly, but in it, there was a faint will, unyielding consciousness, echoing, supporting his beliefs.

Swordsman, rather bend than bend.

Swordsmen have sword bones, unyielding sword bones.

"Those who kneel live, and those who do not kneel die......"

Like a life-threatening symbol, it reverberates again.

"Kneel...... Kneel to your mother! ”

With a roar, Yang Ning's whole body strength was used up, and finally under the gaze of the two figures, he lost any consciousness and completely fainted.

The color of blood disappeared in an instant, the sword disappeared in an instant, and the space was gone......

All is calm.

But Yang Ning didn't kneel in the end, even if it was death.

Life and death were between a thought, but Yang Ning did not choose to surrender in the end.

"What's going on?"

Yang Ning opened his eyes.

It's calm, but deep down, it's like rolling waves crashing on the shore, because it's too real, it's exactly what I've experienced.

The scenery in front of him is somewhat familiar, the sword stone stands quietly on the steps, the mountain gate is still standing, and his sword is still leaning on the side of the sword stone.

And he was still standing on the forty-eighth floor. The bones in his body were not broken, and everything seemed to have happened, but Yang Ning clearly found that there was an indescribable change in his body, which was indescribable.