Feng Feiyang doesn't know where his self-confidence comes from, but he has blind confidence in Yang Ning's strength.

Between the clouds, the thunder and fire seemed to be endless, constantly falling, following the guidance of the spirit sword, hanging down from the sky.

Stirring up the sky and thunder, making the surroundings extremely dark.

After staring at it for a long time, Yang Ning finally moved.

Seven-step lore sword.

Step 1......

Soon, Yang Ning came to the fifth step and watched the sixth step fall.

The momentum of the whole person changed suddenly.

Like the dawn of dawn, trying to break through the blockade of the clouds.

Hanging from the sky.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only this sword, with bright colors, shining on the world, so that the earth is not afraid in the darkness.

A sword, from the top of the square, pointed straight to the sky, emitting a brilliant brilliance, with fire flashing in the middle and thunder flickering......

Between the top and the bottom, there is a sharp contrast, and the court is divided.

"This Yang Ning is so strong......" Jian Jiu stared, feeling the killing intent in it, his expression was moved, but he was more confident in his Chunlei Senior Brother.

The angry sea is surging, and the flames are coming from the east.

This is the general outline of the angry sword, and it is also the reason why it has become the master of the Zhenzong Sect.

Triggered by thunder and fire, it attracts the power of almost heavenly punishment and destroys the heavens and the earth.

This is the real sword of rage.

And his senior brother Chunlei is still gathering momentum, and Jian Jiu believes that his senior brother will not be defeated.

Sure enough, as the thunder and fire continued to fall, a fire appeared in the sky, gradually growing larger, intending to ignite the entire sky.

A true sword of rage.

"Get it out of the sheath." Zhao Chunlei's long hair was flying, and his white clothes were shining under the light of the fire, with a hint of flame red, like a king who destroyed the world, looking down on everything, angry, with the intention of killing.

A sword was drawn, and the boundless firelight disappeared in an instant, merging into a sword.

Zhao Chunlei's hands trembled, as if he couldn't control the power of this almost heavenly punishment, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his face, but because of the monstrous anger, he still insisted, his eyes were like torches, staring at Yang Ning, intending to kill.

A sword, stronger than the sun, kept groaning and resounding throughout the sky.

"Jian Wuxiu, it's time here, you go to the sword shrine." Jian Jue was furious, and had secretly gathered strength in case of an emergency.

With such a sword, the sword never thought that Yang Ning could take it. As for the power of the Fury Sword, the sword knows it well.

What's more, Yang Ning relieved the poison of the heart, but he did not fully recover, so Yang Ning could not complete his combat strength.

Originally, it seemed that Yang Ning was enough to win a Zhao Chunlei, but unexpectedly, this Zhao Chunlei was actually practicing the angry sword, and the sword felt as if the situation was out of his control.

It seems that my sudden return made these people very unhappy, and Jian Jue sighed in his heart. At the same time, there was a strong uneasiness in his heart, so that the sword could never be calm.

Could it be that there is really no way to stop the killing sword and the killing road? The sword never knew, but the bloody uneasiness in his heart became clearer and clearer.

Jian Wuxiu didn't speak, as if he was deaf to Jian Jue's words, and even in the depths of his eyes, the trace of viciousness became stronger and stronger.

Above the long sky, a ray of dawn, as if piercing the dawn, came to the world.

Yang Ning was dressed in a green shirt, dancing with the wind, with beads of sweat between his eyebrows, and took the seventh step with difficulty.

A sword, pouring out its brilliance, fell slowly.

The air was trembling.

Zizi ......

Constantly reverberating.

Seven-step lore sword, unsheathed.

Rumble......

Two fierce and terrifying forces collided together.

"Flash the ......"

"It's horrible......"

"Is this still the power that can be emitted by the peak of the Mountain Viewing Realm?" Some hesitated, unable to believe what they saw with their eyes.

All day long the sky, as if it was shattering.

The wanton catharsis of the sword intent has become the only master of this world.

Cutting through the space, annihilating little by little.

"Poof......

"Poof......

Bloodstained sky.

At the same time, in the square, there is a huge deep pit, and there is still sword intent staying, and it will not disperse for a long time.

The power that spread out in all directions, like water waves, endured for a long time, constantly spreading far away, making the surrounding disciples keep retreating.

In the air, flames bloomed in an instant.

It was a pillar of fire, and it was all over the world.

But at the end of a sword, it was defeated and slowly dissipated.

"Defeated?" Jian Jiu couldn't believe it.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? This ...... "Sword Wubo is incoherent, almost roaring."

"Chunlei is defeated?" Jian Biyou raised his eyes and saw the sea of fire retreating, but he still couldn't believe it, it was as strong as an angry sword, how could he be defeated?

"That's the Angry Sword, and it's also defeated?" Jian Jian Wuxiu was also stunned, and for the sword that Yang Ning sent out in the square just now, his heart kept playing back.

For a long time, Jian Wuxiu's heart suddenly felt chaotic, maybe he didn't want to do that, a pair of eyes, emitting a fierce light, like a wolf eating people in a dark corner, very terrible.

"Let's lose......" Yang Ning's voice was very flat. But because of the sword, Yang Ning looked very weak, and the sword was inserted between the cracks of the bluestone slab, supporting his body and preventing himself from falling.

A sword drained all of Yang Ning's spiritual power, and Yang Ning's face was extremely pale.

"What a Yang Ning." Jian Jue's face suddenly felt much more relaxed. At the moment of collision just now, Jian Jue even felt that he could not save Yang Ning, but at this moment, Jian Jue felt extremely happy.

That boy grew up after all.

Although it has not yet ignited the divine fire, it is still strong.

"Very good." Jian Jue nodded.

Turning around, his voice became cold again, and he said, "Jian Wuxiu, Sword Shrine for three months, I hope you will do it yourself." ”

The sword will never let go of Jian Wuxiu, because the angry sword cannot be passed lightly, and Jian Wuxiu's move undoubtedly touched the regulations of the Sword Sect.

Jian Wuxiu lowered his head and did not speak, as if he had admitted the judgment of Jian Jue, but between the eyes of his bowed head, the touch of ruthlessness became more and more intense.

"And a few of you." The sword never intended to let go, and even had a warm and angry look on his face.

"Elder Taishang, Senior Brother is also concerned about the face of this Sword Sect, please ......" Jian Wubo didn't finish his words when he was interrupted by Jian Jue.

"Humph! Face? You know you're a bunch of swordsmen. ”

Between Jian Jue's fingers, a sword light flashed, pointing directly at his heart.

"In a month's time, you can come out again." The sword absolutely left the other five people, and there was no change because of Jian Wubo's words.

Jian Jue left, leaving six people in place, all with complicated thoughts.

"Three months? Just right. Jian Wuxiu's face suddenly became distorted at this moment.

In front of nearly five thousand disciples, the head of the dignified Northern Xuanjian Sect was lost face, and Jian Wuxiu felt a hot pain, even worse than slapping him a few times.

"Yang Ning, how are you?" Feng Feiyang trotted all the way, came to the front, supported Yang Ning, and asked with concern.

"It's fine." Yang Ning's answer was a little difficult, but between his eyebrows, there was no intention of retreating.

Zhao Chunlei in the distance, fell in a pool of blood, his body was rickety.

"Zhao Chunlei, I never thought of taking away your place, but you shouldn't, you shouldn't kill me." Yang Ning's words were like a sharp knife that pierced Zhao Chunlei's heart.

"Poof......

Zhao Chunlei was bleeding.

"Where to pretend to be a good person." Jian Biyou's voice sounded, very ruthless.

"Chunlei, let's go." Jian Biyou helped Zhao Chunlei up, and the disciples got out of the way and went away.

"Brother Feng, help me go to the back mountain." Yang Ning knew that he would not have a good time on this mountain, and even in an instant, Yang Ning felt that he was a little redundant.

Especially between these mountains, there is a feeling of disharmony with the world.

Can such a sword sect really last long? Yang Ning felt a little lost in his heart.

As the two of them traveled away, on the square, the disciples gradually dispersed.

Yang Ning's strong counterattack was deeply reflected in everyone's hearts, and it stimulated the disciples. The sword of the Sword Sect was defeated by others, and even the angry sword came out, but it was powerless to change. This made it a little difficult for them to accept for a while.

A month is fleeting.

In the past month, the four of Yang Ning have received the personal guidance of Jian Jue, and the four people who participated in the Five Factions Competition have improved their strength by leaps and bounds, and even Liufeng almost broke through the mountain building realm during this period, but fortunately, Jian Jue made a timely move to help Liufeng suppress it, which can be regarded as stabilizing the momentum.

During this time, Yang Ning was taken to a hole by the sword jue.

It was a cave in the abyss below the Hongqiao with a sword mound written on it.

Yang Ning also finally knew where the Sword Sect's sword mound was.

It was a place where there was no light, it was dark, and only the torches in the hands of the two of them flickered.

The two entered the Sword Shrine, and after nearly a quarter of an hour, Yang Ning saw the true face of the Sword Shrine.

Many spirit swords, everywhere, have sword energy, sword intent, and even the mystery of the sword......

The sword light tells the legend of the former master.

Everything was very ordinary, and Jian Jue didn't tell Yang Ning what was the matter with coming to this Sword Shrine, as if he was introducing Yang Ning, just walked through it simply.

Nothing strange happened, but just as the two of them left the sword shrine, Jian Jue's words made Yang Ning a little unbelievable.

"If one day in the future, when the Sword Sect lives and dies, you must come here, drop the sword mound with blood, and enter the depths with your gods. You can replace yourself and inherit the spirit of the Sword Sect. ”

It was very abrupt and Yang Ning couldn't understand it, but Jian Jue told him that this was just a precautionary measure for him, and it couldn't be taken seriously.

But Yang Ning felt a different emotion. Because when Jian Jue spoke, he was very serious, as if he was sure that what he said would happen exactly.

But looking at the appearance of Jian Jue, he didn't have the slightest intention of explaining himself, so he could only bury it in his heart.

After a month, it was finally time to set off from the Fog Hidden Gate.

There were nearly ten people in the group, Jian Jue personally led the team, plus Mrs. Chonghua, as well as Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er, Yang Ning, Liufeng and Jian Er Zhao Gang, and Jun Yuyu from the Elixir Academy.

Mrs. Chonghua said that she was going to the Wuyin Gate to do something, and by the way, let Feng Feiyang see the world, the sword is never easy to shirk, and she was immature to bring it, but every time she looked at Mrs. Chonghua, her resolute face was a little complicated.

However, after a month, among the four people, what made Yang Ning pay attention was that Jun Yuyu of this elixir academy was like a fickle girl, alive like an elf, talking and laughing, giving people a sunny feeling, but every time she competed, she was simply a female tyrannosaurus, and even if it was Yang Ning, she wanted to suppress it, and in the case of not being able to use hole cards, the victory or defeat was still five or five, which made Yang Ning curious.

However, every time, after the exchange, Yang Ning will usher in the cooperation of the two, which makes Yang Ning bitter.

Because every time after learning with Jun Yuyu, Liufeng will unite with Jun Yuyu and beat himself violently.

made Yang Ning depressed.

Slowly, Yang Ning finally saw the clue.

The purpose of this flow is not pure.

Hum! Heavy color and light friends.

But every time he mentioned it, Yang Ning would usher in the cooperation of the two, so that later, Yang Ning didn't dare to mention it.

"Today, let's go."

Jian Jue said, the flying boat was already ready, just waiting for the eight people to board the boat.

"Okay." Eight people boarded the boat, and on the square, a group of disciples, under the leadership of the five people of Jian Wubo, watched the flying boat.

"Wubo, you five, be optimistic about the Sword Sect." Jian Jue gave a simple explanation, took a flying boat, and traveled far away.

……

"Finally gone?" The voice was muffled and echoed through the hole.

"Yes."

"Let's prepare, too." His eyes suddenly lit up, and a grim light emitted a stunning light in the dark night.