The sword of Jian Nian is not as decisive as Jian Jue, but there is a place where Jian Jue does not have, that is, fast, wherever the thought goes, the sword of Jian Nian can be cut, this is a rule, a rule that is fast to the extreme.

"Quick?" With a shake of his hands, the fist mark appeared instantly, and at the same time a terrible storm was formed, the black flame covered the sky and the sun, and in the white fog of swallowing, it instantly swallowed everything around, aimed at the sword blade that fell, without hesitation, and chose to touch hard.

In Jian Nian's mind, information about the silence gradually emerged. The Nine Hall Envoys sat down, one of the Eight Heavenly Kings, and belonged to extremely militant elements, but because more than sixty years ago, with the Nine Hall Envoys disappeared into invisibility, I just didn't expect that they would reappear today, and they had grown to the realm of example.

There was no change in the spirit sword of Jian Nian, a simple, extremely fast sword, without any pretense, and collided with fist prints.

Bite!

It was like a sword slashing at metal, but it showed the sharpness of the sword.

Blocked ......

The terrifying body, it seems that the gloomy body has been completely restored after more than sixty years of recuperation, comparable to a spiritual weapon.

As soon as the sword thought about this, the sword momentum changed in an instant, turning into a ray of rainbow light, and the sword shuttled and crossed the rainbow bridge.

Since the body is strong, Jian Nian will never be stupid enough to fight hard with the other party, one sword and one thought, one thought and one sword, finally embodied vividly at this moment.

The spirit sword drew a circle in the air, and suddenly countless swords of thought formed a terrifying sword space, and faintly, countless sword groans, like a terrible dragon roar, were terrifying.

The swordsman is an invincible existence of the same level, but the strong person who cultivates the physical body is not weaker than the same level at all.

Needlepoint and Maimang, today are destined to distinguish between victory and defeat, and even more so between life and death.

The people of Yin Wind Valley, as long as they are in this world, are bloody and bloody, and such a rumor does not seem to be a lie at this moment.

In order to be super strong, they can be said to do everything.

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Ning finally realized the terrifying nature of Yin Wind Valley.

However, Yang Ning is still guessing about the information of the people below, but from the traces of the battle, it can already be determined that this is definitely Yin Wind Valley.

Yang Ning used his sword intent to shuttle through the sky, and soon came to the thatched house in the back mountain.

In front of the thatched house, seven legendary figures, except for Jian Nian, the remaining six have gathered.

"Senpai." Yang Ning gave a respectful salute.

"Coming back?"

Yang Ning was in a deep mood, because of the eight people who left when they left, only six came back, "The sword peer has fallen...... Yang Ning's heart felt like it was dripping blood.

"I have expected ......it," Elder Jiu said in a deep voice, raised his eyes to look at the front mountain in the distance, glanced back at the direction of Hongqiao, and said: "Jian Jue's character is strong, coupled with the current life of Yin Wind Valley, the fall is inevitable...... "Because Elder Jiu lives in a thatched house all year round, he knows a lot about the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, and at the same time, he understands Jian Jue even more.

"Meet the enemy...... "Demon Sword Qin Hou Yuan controlled his Demon Sword, and his sword intent was awe-inspiring.

As soon as the words fell, five figures landed and had already arrived in front of the thatched house.

"I didn't expect there to be such a strong person here...... one of them pursed his lips greedily, and there seemed to be a smell of blood.

"Third brother, can you calm down, this is a strong man......" Although there was a hint of reproach in his voice, his contemptuous eyes did not take the six people in his eyes at all.

"Big brother, I'm going to take the lead in a while." The third brother in the words opened his mouth, and sure enough, the smell of blood became stronger, as if he was a person who had been rolling in blood all year round, and his blood was compelling.

"Everyone, it must be the Eight Heavenly Kings who sat down under the envoy of the Nine Halls of Yin Wind Valley...... "Wang Xuqin directly poured out the origin of the person who came.

"Yo? Do you even know the names of our Eight Heavenly Kings? ”

A yin and yang strange voice, slightly neutral, but full of serene atmosphere.

"Knowing that the Eight Heavenly Kings are coming, you still don't stretch your neck and wait, do you want this Heavenly King to come and take it?" In the voice, there was no one in his eyes, and he didn't take the six people to heart at all.

"Stretch your neck? It depends on whether you are qualified or not......" Ren Qiandi held a bamboo flute in his hand, and at the same time, his palm was already clenched.

"Eligibility? Haha...... "I'll see if this king is qualified." As he spoke, the voice of the yin and yang weirdness had already come with a punch.

Rumble......

There was an explosion, and the thatched hut behind several people was shattered in an instant and collapsed.

"Damn it!" Elder Wine raised his head and took a sip of wine, his body suddenly vacated, but the wine in his mouth was not swallowed, and after a retrospective glance, Elder Wine opened his mouth.

Burst!

The sound of palpitations fell from the sky.

Like a flame, more like a drizzle, with a terrifying aura, shooting downward.

"Spraying wine? Insect carving skills. The yin and yang strange voice snorted coldly, and propped up the body protection Gangyuan from the ground, blocking all the droplets of wine like sharp arrows.

"Humph!" Elder Jiu snorted coldly in the air, and raised his head to drink, as if only wine could soothe the pain of losing the thatched hut in his heart.

"Since the comer is not good, let's fight." Lu Changxiao was surprisingly calm, and as the words fell, the spirit sword was already in his hand, and a terrifying power burst out in an instant.

"Can you ask a question first?" At this moment, the third brother seemed to be reluctant and looked at the six people, but Yang Ning was automatically ignored by him, because a cultivator in the mountain building realm was really difficult to make waves in front of the peak powerhouse of the mountain building realm.

"Where is that sword of your Sword Sect?" The third brother's body, the gloomy aura is getting thicker and thicker, and he scans the six people back and forth, as if he doesn't know the answer to the question, and it is not suitable to go to war.

"Kill!" Hearing this, Elder Jiu was still in the mood to listen to his nonsense, and suddenly the wine jar turned into a black shadow, which was thrown out forcefully and smashed down on the third brother's head.

"You'd better tell me, or I'll kill you all in a moment, won't you leave that sword in dust?"

But how did the six people give him a chance, the Demon Sword had been waiting for a long time, an iron sword, five inches wide, and a slash, like an iron pillar, was terrifying.

The Demon Sword, four feet seven long, five inches wide, and its weight is beyond the ordinary sword, it belongs to a giant sword, and between the rotation of the sword blade, there is a faint sound of wind and thunder, which is also the reason why it is called the Demon Sword.

"It's not right for you to do this...... but soon the sound was drowned out by the chant of the sword.

"Kill!" The flute in Ren Qiandi's palm turned into a sharp rainbow light, and hit the sound of yin and yang.

As soon as Yang Ning made a move, he was pulled by Wang Xuqin and broke away from the battle situation.

"Senior, what are you pulling me for?" Yang Ning's eyes were blood-red, and when he saw the people in Yin Wind Valley making a move at this moment, he was immediately eager to try, but after all, he still couldn't get rid of Wang Xuqin's control.

"Yang Ning, calm down." Wang Xuqin pointed at Yang Ning and Yang Ning's forehead.

"Senior ......" Yang Ning couldn't move, but the battle intent in his eyes was surging, and he could break out at any time.

"You have more important tasks to do." Wang Xuqin almost roared, allowing Yang Ning to stabilize his mind.

The relationship between Jian Jue and Yang Ning, Wang Xuqin only knows seven, seven, eighty, eight, eight, but Wang Xuqin has not forgotten one thing, that is, Yang Ning once attracted the sword that represented killing when he was on the mountaineering road.

The reason why the Northern Xuan Sword Sect has stood tall in Xishu is that it has been ranked for thousands of years without weakening, and it is because of this sword.

With Wang Cupqin's words, Yang Ning gradually stabilized, and looked at Wang Cupqin with complicated eyes.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the Sword Shrine." Wang Xuqin pulled Yang Ning, broke away from the battle circle, and leaped towards the front and back mountains.

Soon, the two were in the ground between the two mountains.

The space here is not very large, but it is a white mist, and there are even formations circulating in the middle.

"The sword mound is ahead." Wang Xuqin pointed to the cliff in the air, and it was vaguely seen that there was a part of the protrusion, but in the protruding place, there was a black hole.

"We're here." Wang Xuqin seemed to sense that time was running out and brought Yang Ning to the position at the entrance of the cave.

"Let's go inside." Wang Xuqin patted Yang Ning's shoulder and said, "Remember, withstand the pressure and go deeper." ”

"Senior, aren't you going in?" Standing at the entrance of the cave, Yang Ning already felt a strong sword intent, like a complete sword world.

All kinds of sword intents are venting everywhere, but they are restrained by some unknown force and cannot break through the position of the hole.

"No......" Wang Xuqin waved his hand, signaling Yang Ning not to hesitate and quickly enter it.

"Senior......" Yang Ning turned around.

"Remember, don't forget, you must go to the deepest ......" Wang Xuqin's figure gradually faded away, disappearing into the white mist.

Yang Ning stood at the entrance of the cave, a little distracted, as if he saw the world inside the cave.

There are swords everywhere, and there is cathartic sword intent everywhere.

Yang Ning's steps were a little hesitant, but when he just stood at the entrance of the cave, Yang Ning felt a kind of fate that seemed to be destined in the dark.

"Is it really predestined?" Yang Ning doesn't believe in fate, and he doesn't believe in the so-called fate.

But this feeling in my heart, with Yang Ning's footsteps, became clearer and clearer.

Seem...... As if something was calling to itself?

But I have never been here before, and I don't know anything about this strange place, how can I feel this way?

"Could it be that this is the sword that Sword Jue said?" Yang Ning guessed that when he stepped forward, he finally saw two words less than three meters deep at the entrance of the cave.

"Sword Shrine".

Every stroke of the stroke is full of surging sword intent, which makes people's hearts palpitate.

Perhaps this is the true essence of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, Yang Ning was shocked in his heart, because he felt that the sword intent in his body actually had a feeling of being ready to move.

The sword intent that he comprehended was uncontrollable, and he wanted to be attracted by these two words, this extremely unreasonable phenomenon happened to him, what happened? Yang Ning was puzzled.

Yang Ning tried his best to control the sword intent in his body, and at the same time operated Ling Tianjue, and found that Ling Tianjue did have an effect, suppressing the restless sword intent in his body.

It seems that this exercise is really not simple, Yang Ning sighed in his heart, his steps were light, and he walked towards the depths.

After traveling a distance of nearly ten zhang, he finally saw a cheerful eye, but when he looked up, it was all swords.

Those who are inserted, those who lie down, and those who have surging sword intent, those who are uncontrolled, but can fly autonomously, are all spiritual swords.

"This is the Sword Shrine?"

"Where the sword is buried?"

"Or is it a swordsman's burial place?" A series of questions flashed through Yang Ning's mind.

And in the middle of the countless swords, there is a very small road, leading to the depths, and in the depths, there are more majestic sword intent shuttling, and you can vaguely feel that this is some relatively strong spirit sword, which is emitting sword intent on its own, and because this space is shrouded by the formation, it cannot break through.

"These sword intents are all left by countless Sword Sect predecessors, and these spirit swords are probably their weapons before they died." Yang Ning muttered to himself, stepping on the path, shuttling on the path, getting deeper and deeper.