As one person broke, it seemed to be contagious, and the remaining twenty people began to act one after another.

The knife slaughtered Qingyi, an ink knife was stuck directly into his back, and the whole person was like a world-shattering blade, breaking through the oppressive power from the seventy-ninth layer, and stepped on it with one foot.

This is an extreme way, to break through the impossible pressure, to transform one's own body, and to sublimate another.

Liufeng's face, as Dao Tu walked in front, flashed a trace of anxiety.

Liufeng and Dao Tu are both popular candidates to participate in the Five Factions Competition, but Dao Tu has come to the front, which is a big blow to Liufeng.

"Ah......h

is indeed unwilling, this is an invisible contest between swordsmen and swordsmen, and now it seems that Dao Tu is superior.

As for Yang Ning's position, Liufeng's heart has always been a mystery, and he doesn't know how to face him, although he has experienced life and death, but in terms of identity, Yang Ning is not a real disciple of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect after all.

And because of his master, he made Liufeng very embarrassed.

With the roar of flow, a brilliant sword intent erupted, soaring into the sky.

The sword intent lingered, constantly letting out a soft groan, like a lonely emperor, wanting to break through the blockade of this space.

The pressure mounted, and the face of the flowing wind twisted, showing the other side of the swordsman in almost despair.

The greater the pressure, the greater the rebound.

The sword intent of the flowing wind continued to sublimate as the coercion increased.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

Like a metal clash of metals, it is constantly playing, and it is clearly audible on the bluestone steps.

"This is the sword intent overture?" Qiu Beilan was not calm at all, and when he heard the music played, his pretty face moved under his hazy face.

Sword Intent Overture, a very magical realm, is also a method of fighting.

The swordsman is the most destructive among the cultivators, and the sword intent overture in this is a kind of movement that can drive the rhythm of the battle, drive the enemy, enter their own rhythm, and finally defeat under the interweaving of sword intent.

It's a magical mood.

Could it be that he comprehended such a method under the noses of everyone, but as opponents, they could only watch and could not do anything at all.

"Serendipity." The robes with gold silk edges exude a faint golden light, shining around, making the clothes more holy, such as King Kong reincarnation, such as the Buddha's personal visit.

Xiuyi is right, this is indeed a chance, but everyone has a different chance because of the different roads.

Dao Tu is an outstanding disciple of the ancient knife building, an ink knife that weighs more than a thousand catties, no one can match the edge, coupled with the realm of his own swordsman, it is difficult for someone to match in the same level.

Now, though, there is.

The sword intent overture of the flowing wind is not much weaker than the sword slaughter force, and even in the long run, it is more useful, because this is a real combat method, and it is of great use in the process of fighting the enemy, especially when encountering the enemy between him and himself, this method has a natural advantage.

What's more, Liufeng is still a swordsman with a kendo realm that is not low.

"Great enemy!" Compared with the trim, the expression of the tooth trim looks very simple, and even a plain wardrobe is much more plain. It is such an ordinary cultivator, it is difficult to attract attention, and the only thing that can attract people may be the head with short hair.

After all, one of the several bald heads is not bald, which is still a bit dazzling.

Yang Pi's performance, as if with the dazzling brilliance of the knife slaughter and the flowing wind, is not very outstanding, unknown, obscure, only a cold knife, a very pure knife, without any distractions.

It was as if once this knife was unsheathed, it would change color and the sky would be dark.

However, such a sight did not occur, because the knife was still hidden and not revealed.

Gradually, a day passed, and the seventy-ninth floor was empty, and everyone was reasonable for such a result.

Some people may be fast, some people are slow, but for young Junjie who can participate in the Five Factions Competition, it is not a problem to pass a mountain path.

Even because of the time of one day, Ting Yixiao, the little demon master of the Demon Sect, actually took the first step Yang Ning, stepped out of the mountaineering road, and became the first person among the four factions.

"It is worthy of being a little demon master, this cultivation, this talent, well-deserved." After Dao Tu stepped out, he praised, but he was somewhat unconvinced, because he was the second person.

Liufeng was only a moment behind Liufeng, and he also stepped through the mountaineering road and came to the mountain gate of Wuyin Gate.

There were many disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect gathered there, but they were at the front of everyone, and the two figures were particularly eye-catching.

The reason why it is eye-catching is because of the domineering of men and the holiness of women, but this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that in the arms of men, snuggled up to women, in the public, and the disciples behind them have strange expressions on their faces, as if they are deliberately avoiding something, not looking at the front of the middle.

"Who is this man? So domineering? Liufeng actually felt a little envious in his heart, after all, his sweetheart had not snuggled into his arms like a woman.

"Boring." Ting's smile was commendable, but he did not laugh, and there was a hint of sourness between his words.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" has a solemn expression, as if he is an outsider who has no quarrel with the world, and stepped out of the mountaineering road.

"People outside the square, what do you think?" Dao Tu seems to have a trace of concern for this disciple of Buddhism, although there is not much tone in his tone, but when this sentence is spoken, there is already a lot of meaning in it.

"Knife slaughter, what do you mean?" What he spoke was not to repair clothes, but to repair the teeth of a lay disciple of Buddhism, dressed in plain clothes, looking very ordinary, but in one sentence, he explained a lot of positions.

"It's not interesting, it's just that seeing this situation, I don't know if you Buddhist disciples, do you have any thoughts?" Dao Tu said, but it was a pair of eyes, staring at the repair of clothes, as if he didn't say anything about it, and he didn't give up.

Xiu Yi folded his hands together, looked at the two figures in front of everyone, and there were no waves, and said: "The world of people is not my world, and the world is not the same." Why should the sword slaughter benefactor be obsessed with the eyes of a world, Amitabha Buddha ......"

Xiuyi, as the first person of the younger generation of the Thousand Buddha Caves, is a profound Dharma, and it is clear in one word. He and Dao Tu are people from two worlds, each with their own fate.

"Humph!" Dao Tu snorted coldly, and didn't know what he wanted to say, so in a cold snort, he unveiled this, and then took a step forward, looked at the two figures that were almost one, and said loudly: "Dare to ask if the name Yang Zhen is in front of you?" ”

"Who are you?" Yang Zhen hugged the beauty, and the crowd didn't see the person he was waiting for, and he was a little disappointed, but he saw a person with an ink knife, and he also had a guess in his heart.

"Ancient knife building, knife slaughter." Dao Tu directly revealed his identity and said: "Senior Brother Yang Pi is estimated to come up soon, and I also ask Senior Brother Yang Zhen not to worry." ”

Dao Tu had already guessed Yang Zhen's identity, because Yang Pi had mentioned to him that he had a brother with a hegemonic body in the Fog Hidden Gate.

Originally, when Yang Zhen heard Yang Pi, his heart moved, but when he heard the latter sentence, his expression changed slightly, his wide body did not move at all, and his eyes looked at Dao Tu, but there was a little more coldness.

"It's not okay to be worried, but since it's my brother Pizi's friend, it's naturally an acquaintance, so please wait for a while." Yang Zhen is not a person who doesn't know hot and cold, but the younger brother of Dao Tu makes Yang Zhen very unconvinced.

The Fog Hidden Sect is the number one force in the Liuyun Country, and naturally has its own unique status, but it is called a junior disciple by the disciples of the Ancient Sword Tower, which is not a good thing for the Fog Hidden Sect, and it is also called in front of so many disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect.

Affection is not necessarily good, as it is now.

Yang Zhen and Yang Pi are personal friends, but it is not a way that you are familiar with as a disciple of the Ancient Dao Building, you are self-inflicted, you can't live, I'm afraid that's what you say.

Dao Tu was slightly stunned with Yang Zhen's words.

Dao Tu took the initiative to step forward, indeed to get acquainted with Yang Zhen, that is the Canglan Hegemony, as long as there is no accident, one of the few strong people in the world, how can he not let Dao Tu be moved.

But Yang Zhen's words made Dao Tu feel like he had slapped on a stone, something was wrong there? Dao Tu was puzzled.

Ting smiled but sneered in his heart, and the afterglow of his eyes, even with a taste of contempt, glanced at Dao Tu.

I am a swordsman, and I can sharpen my knife in my heart, but there are so many twists and turns, this heart is not pure enough, how can I be my enemy? After thinking about breaking through this layer, the flow of the Buddha's heart seems to be suddenly much easier.

Soon, everyone stepped on the mountaineering road, but the only surprise was that Yang Ning, who had stepped on the eighty floors first, was not among the others.

But Yang Zhen forgot about it with the joy of meeting Yang Pi.

Under the leadership of the disciples of the Fog Hidden Gate, everyone crossed the mountain gate and walked towards the main hall of the Fog Hidden Gate.

And above the eighty floors of the mountaineering road, it seems to have become Yang Ning's world alone, and the silent figure is still like this, without any movement, as if all this has nothing to do with him.

I couldn't see my face, and the silence was as if I was dead, and it was unusually quiet. On Yang Ning's side, it was a different scene.

The sun and the moon shine together, which is the top vision, and the sun and the moon are all a kind of aura, which has an extraordinary significance for cultivators.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

It was as dull as thunder, and the sound was continuous, echoing in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge.

This is even more true in the Purple Mansion, and even because of the death qi and demonic qi, it is even more terrifying than in the sea of knowledge.

Yang Ning didn't expect that he would get such an opportunity because of a mountaineering road.

Shaking the aura, with Ling Tianjue's autonomous operation, the two foundations in Yang Ning's body, like the essence, continued to grow.

Do I want to light the fire at this moment? Yang Ning has such an impulse, which is a rare opportunity for Yang Ning.

Because in the vision, Yang Ning didn't have to worry about the lack of spiritual power, the light of the sun and the moon would turn into the purest spiritual power to replenish his body.

Yang Ning was moved and quickly made a decision.

Ignite one's own body, sublimate it in the vision, ignite the fire of the soul, and refine one's body.

Yang Ning's mind was immersed in two places, and his spiritual power was in the meridians, constantly compressing.

Ling Tianjue was even more like madness, constantly impacting Yang Ning's meridians, and soon Yang Ning's efforts gradually changed.

In the meridians, it was extremely hot, like hot magma flowing, and Yang Ning's body, at this moment, was constantly steaming clouds.

Between the white fog, there is a little more sacred charm.

"Burn me!" Yang Ning was shouting.

It's like a volcanic eruption, swallowing, and the breath is extremely irritable. On the entire eighty-story bluestone steps, there was a vibration, but it did not wake up the black shadow in the distance beside him, as if it was still silent, like a dead person, if it wasn't for the spirit and spirit, it could almost be broken.