On the steps, as Yang Ning's sword intent broke through, it gradually stabilized.

And the space that Yang Ning was in, as Yang Ning climbed with his eyes closed, finally changed its appearance.

I saw that in front of Yang Ning, the boundless Bai Lian appeared at the end, and vaguely, a sword could be seen quietly inserted on the top of the mountain, emitting a faint red light.

But Yang Ning closed his eyes and didn't see it at all.

At this moment, Yang Ning only had the strength to climb, dragging two lines of blood behind him, and he had a firm belief in his heart, that is, to climb up.

And the giant sword above the Northern Xuan Sword Sect was born just now, that is, in the position where Yang Ning was at the moment, just when he could see the mountaintop sword.

……

The distance from Bai Lian is getting closer and closer, and gradually there seems to be a slight change in the space.

The roaring sound seemed to stop suddenly, and suddenly, the entire space was silent, only between Yang Ning's snorts, the sound of heavy breathing echoed around.

What's going on? Could it be that the landslide has stopped?

Yang Ning opened his eyes and felt that his eyelids were unusually heavy, but this was no longer important to Yang Ning, who was between life and death, because he wanted to urgently know if the collapse behind him was really as he heard, and stopped.

Yang Ning turned back with difficulty, the two lines of bloodstains were very eye-catching, and they came out far away, and at the end of the bloodstains, an endless abyss, lying between heaven and earth.

And just as Yang Ning thought, the collapse did stop, because there was no further progress.

Seeing this, Yang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at his hands, which were already blurred with flesh and blood, and even in some places, there were already white bones, and two lines of blood were constantly clearing, staining a large area of the mountain road red.

Is it cruel? Yang Ning didn't know.

But compared to living, Yang Ning felt that everything was worth it.

Although the blood is flowing, being alive at the moment is the best proof. ×IA、：《……、、

Yang Ning raised his eyes and looked up, saw the sword shadow at the end of Bai Lian, and muttered: "It turns out that it has come to an end......" Yang Ning stayed for a long time, and then said: "It's finally the end......"

Yang Ning struggled, exerted all the strength of his body, and wanted to stand up, but found that at this moment, it was an extravagant hope to even stand up.

No, I have to stand up.

Although the process was bumpy, the moment I reached the top of the mountain, I had to stand up, because I had to stand tall and proud, and I had to look down on all this......

Between Yang Ning's legs, an inexplicable force suddenly emerged, driving his body, and his legs gradually straightened.

Suddenly, there were many changes, perhaps the sword on the top of the mountain saw the intention of the netizens, and a majestic pressure rushed down towards Yang Ning, bending Yang Ning's legs that had just straightened.

"Don't you give way?"

Yang Ning smiled.

"Haha......"

Because just now, Yang Ning didn't know the origin of this sword, but at this moment Yang Ning was sure.

It was the sword, the bloody sword that nearly cut itself off, the sword that wanted to kneel down.

"If you don't let me stand, I'll just stand, haha......"

Yang Ning laughed wildly, laughed arrogantly, and laughed openly.

Because he is a swordsman, the swordsman must be worthy of his heart, and the swordsman must stand up to the sky, even if you are powerful, even if you are the master of the world, you can't stop me from standing.

Yang Ning's bloody hand slammed off the bluestone steps, and his body gradually straightened under the force of inertia, and finally stood on the steps.

"Stand, this is my true color, and it is also my power, no one can stop it, even if it is this day......"

Yang Ning's bloody hands, as if he were the emperor of the world, exuded an amazing momentum, and the memories of the two worlds finally merged completely at this moment. The souls of the two worlds, finally at this moment, merged into one and forged the heart of a true strong.

Yang Ning felt that in his sea of consciousness, a strong aura poured down from the ethereal place along the pillar of chaotic spiritual power.

The miniature two-realm mountain in the sea of his own consciousness became extremely majestic in an instant, the first layer of thunder rolled, gradually forming a thunder sea, there seemed to be a silver dragon flashing in the middle, and in the second layer, the runes fluttered, gradually arranged in a certain order......

Yang Ning's breath was like a matter of course, instantly enhanced.

Finally, the peak of the mountain realm......

Yang Ning sighed in his heart.

His own foundation has been extremely deep since then, even if it is his own in his previous life, it is less than one-tenth of twelve.

Yang Ning stepped out, like the momentum of a king, and there was a texture under his feet, which was blessed by a array of spirit beads, guarding Yang Ning in it, and a thunderous power lingered around, like a thunder god descending into the world.

The flames burned from the middle, making the surroundings extremely hot......

Until this moment, the depth of the foundation that Yang Ning had laid for himself was finally revealed.

In an instant, because he had reached the pinnacle of the mountain viewing realm, Yang Ning's body recovered as before, and his feet walked slowly, as if a fairy god had descended into the world.

Unhurried, I walked towards the top of the mountain.

With Yang Ning's mountaineering, the pressure on the top of the mountain became stronger and stronger, but Yang Ning was like a sword immortal who was on the verge of the world, ignoring all the pressure, as if this pressure was not aimed at himself, and with the pressure coming, it was actually three feet in front of Yang Ning, automatically separated.

And Yang Ning walked on the steps as if he was walking in an idle field, getting closer and closer to the blood sword.

Finally, Yang Ning saw the sword itself clearly.

It is a sword with a blade condensed from blood. On the blade of the sword, there was a strong smell of blood, as if it had been soaked in countless blood, and in the middle of the blade, a tiny deep mark, exuding a fierce aura. And at the sword grid, a blood-colored phoenix, the feathers are blood-colored, with supreme majesty, and the beak of the bird, holding the hilt of the sword, is lifelike. It is a blood-stained phoenix with wings soaring and seemingly possessing endless power.

What kind of sword is this, it is too terrifying to make a blood-stained phoenix as a sword grid, seeing this, Yang Ning's heart can't help but be shocked by the blood sword in front of him.

Because the phoenix has always existed in legends, it has never appeared in the world, but this sword is actually made of a blood-colored phoenix.

Yang Ning followed the sword grid and slowly looked up, but what shocked him was the hilt of the sword. The hilt of this sword turned out to be a real dragon......

Yang Ning felt his heart beating.

The real dragon is used to make the hilt of the sword, which is too ......

Yang Ning felt that what he saw was not real, because no sword dared to do this, but how could he explain all this in front of him?

It's terrible that a real dragon is actually used to make a sword hilt......

With shock, Yang Ning only felt his heart skipping to his throat.

Because of such a sword, how to use it, who dares to use it, who is worthy of it?

The blood-colored phoenix makes the sword grid, and the body of the real dragon becomes the hilt of the sword, is it worthy of it?

Yang Ning stared at the Blood Sword and looked up again.

In the position of the sword pier, a word, as if it appeared suddenly.

Kill.

It looks eye-catching.

However, one stroke at a time, it is like an iron painting with silver hooks, with sharp edges and corners.

"You call killing?" Yang Ning almost blurted out.

But when he asked, he regretted it a little, because it was just a sword, could he really answer himself? Yang Ning felt that his actions were a little naïve.

But amazingly, the sword moved, as if in response to him.

What level of sword is this? Yang Ning was a little confused.

Tianque Sword is the sword of his previous life, but the feeling of Tianque Sword to himself is sharp, sharp that anything can be broken, but if you want to be so humane, you can't do it.

But the blood sword in front of him was able to understand his own words, could it be that he was actually humanized? No, how can a person turn into a sword, is it not good to be a man.

But Yang Ning has a very clear feeling, that is, although this sword can understand people's words, but compared with the Tianque Sword, it is much worse, and Yang Ning can't tell where this feeling comes from, but this feeling is extremely clear.

As Yang Ning approached the sword, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

Yang Ning came back to his senses and swept around.

See the mountains at a glance.

It's a wonderful feeling, as if you can see a different scenery. Although the process was difficult, the joy of finally stepping on the top of the mountain made Yang Ning overjoyed.

Despite the clouds and mist around you, the feeling of stepping on the mountain under your feet is as if you have already experienced countless scenery.

A feeling of standing at the top of the ladder arises spontaneously.

It's as if everything is below, under your own feet.

"I'm finally on the top of the mountain again, haha......"

This is the most heartily laughing since Yang Ning was reborn, because this is the hard-won feeling of going through hardships, a feeling of standing on top of everyone in his previous life.

It's wonderful, looking down on everything, as if you are the tallest one, the mountain is at your feet, the earth is under your feet, everything is under your feet except this day.

Despite the bloodshed on the way, Yang Ning's heart had conquered everything, and nothing could be changed.

Yang Ning is like a sword, standing on the top of the mountain, slightly. "The wind does not stop, blowing the long hair between the temples, dancing with the wind, looking at the level, watching the clouds and smoke change.

"It's a pity that I can't share my joy with them...... Yang Ning was a little lonely, because he stood at the peak in his previous life and was matched by Wan'er, but at this time, he was the only one who stepped on the top of the mountain.

Only this day and this earth can witness their own glory and their joy.

Zheng!

The sword behind him groaned softly.

"Oh, forget about you, and you, listen to my joy, haha......"

Yang Ning smiled, unprecedentedly relaxed.

Yang Ning walked up to the sword, blood was dripping in his hand, and he held it.

Zheng!

A sword groan, it seemed a little unpleasant, but how could a dead thing escape Yang Ning's palm.

Yang Ning held the handle firmly, feeling that the sword in his hand seemed to be very reluctant, but he still did not escape after all.

The blood was flowing, staining the real dragon on the hilt of the sword, covering the sword grid along the hilt, and finally flowing all over the sword body along the sword mark in the middle of the blade.

Zheng!

A crisp and loud sound.

Yang Ning pulled out his sword.

The sword swung like a blood-colored waterfall.

"Good sword!" Yang Ning couldn't help but praise.

Suddenly, the killing sword seemed to be stimulated by something, and Yang Ning only felt that his hand seemed to be disobedient, and was suddenly broken away by the sword.

It was like a thunderbolt hitting his hand, making Yang Ning involuntarily let go.

The sword fell and landed at the top of the mountain.

"Got a temper?"

Yang Ning felt this way.

Yang Ning held the sword on his head, feeling that this sword was like a child, a very emotional child.

"Compared to you, you should have reached the point of the divine sword......" Yang Ning said to the killing sword, even Yang Ning himself felt a little incredible, but Yang Ning said it.

"Since you won't let people hold it, then I'll trample you under your feet!"

Yang Ning suddenly had a feeling of mischief, jumped over, and stepped on the part of the sword pier.

Suddenly, the world was clear.

Yang Ning only felt a change in front of him, and Yang Ning, who was standing on the forty-ninth floor of the steps, came to his senses.

"The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and one of them ......"

It seemed to be a beautiful sound, echoing in Yang Ning's mind.

"Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan, escape one ......of them" Jian Jue seemed to be muttering to himself, not a word, it was exactly the same as the voice in Yang Ning's head.

"Is it really you?" Jian couldn't believe it, looked at Yang Ning's eyes, and was completely stunned.