It was a chilling battle, at least in the lifetime of Jian Wuxiu, which had never been seen before. Such a strong man, but because of himself, this brought a catastrophe to the Northern Xuan Sword Sect.

"Let's go, junior brother, go to the back mountain......" Jian Wuxiu was already panicking, because the aftermath of such a battle could make the two of them die directly.

"Huh? Oh......" Jian Wubo's body was weak, and with Jian Wuxiu's support, the two left the square.

High in the sky, the sword light shone brightly, like a glow, but the magic wheel on the opposite side was even more eerie.

The strength of the two of them was already at the pinnacle of the mountain-building realm, because the mountaineering realm was speechlessly overcome, and it stopped here, but their respective cultivation was extremely profound as they grew older.

Especially the gloom, after more than 60 years of precipitation, once in the world, it is naturally terrifying.

Every thought is between a sword.

Jian Nian's sword was extremely fast, but it couldn't break through the space guarded by the magic wheel at all.

In the sky, ripples continued to fall, forming a terrifying circle of light, and finally gradually disappearing into invisibility.

But the unbridled spiritual power made the entire mountain range shake.

Rumble......

The palpitating sound continues to echo above the mountain ahead.

And in the abyss below the rainbow bridge, Yang Ning didn't know anything.

The countless sword intents around him, as Yang Ning deepened, gradually began to move.

Swordsmen are proud, not to mention the swords they have used.

There are some spiritual swords that seem to sense the changes in this space, shuttling back and forth.

Whew......

Laugh at!

With a sound, Yang Ning didn't even have time to react, a trace of sword marks appeared on his arm, cutting through his clothes, and even his body was injured by the sword qi, leaving a shallow blood red.

Whew......

Suddenly, the countless spirit swords around them danced one after another, and they seemed to lock Yang Ning's position at once, and they all flew up.

This was a shocking scene, thousands of spirit swords were flying, although it was impossible to break through this space, but as long as there was a sword movement, ten thousand swords would follow.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of various spirit swords clashing echoed in the space, maintaining each other's dignity in their masters' lifetimes.

Swordsmen are arrogant, and likewise, their swords are even more arrogant.

Even the sword in Yang Ning's hand was also moving with the flow of sword intent, if it wasn't for Yang Ning clenching his hand, I'm afraid he would have rushed forward at this moment.

Whew......

The sound of various sword groans swept by, breaking the originally quiet space, and the formation patterns continued to flow, and it seemed that it was a little uncontrollable.

Yang Ning's heart hung in his throat, because the masters of these spirit swords were absolutely invincible in their achievements, otherwise there would not be such a strong sword intent to nourish the spirit swords, and once these spirit swords felt that the living were present, I am afraid that they would definitely be unanimous.

Yang Ning didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that he would lose his life because of his rash intrusion.

All kinds of streamers are constantly waving in the space, but there are also occasional ones that cross the middle path, allowing Yang Ning to hang the color.

This road is definitely not safe, but Yang Ning has no other way, only through this path can he go deeper.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Yang Ning's heart, whether he could let the sword that hung in the sea of knowledge come out, but soon Yang Ning gave up.

Tianque Sword, although he doesn't know what level it is, but after all, there is no entity, not to mention that he can't mobilize that sword at this moment.

Yang Ning's hand holding the sword couldn't help but tighten, and the Chengyi sword gradually stabilized in the wooden sheath and took a step forward.

Whew......

In an instant, countless spirit swords seemed to have found a place to vent at once, locking Yang Ning.

Thousands of sword tips were aimed at Yang Ning.

"It seems that this is the only way to go deeper...... Yang Ning smiled bitterly, and pressed the hilt of the Chengyi Sword with his right hand.

Lift your feet, drop your feet......

Whew......

Like ten thousand arrows firing at once, all the spirit swords moved.

Draw the sword!

Move at the same time.

Yang Ning knew that he couldn't repel so many spirit swords in an instant, but at this moment, as a great grandmaster sword intent, he could protect three feet in front of him.

This is the result of the Great Grandmaster's sword intent.

Coupled with his sword drawing skills, Yang Ning is confident that he can protect his life.

Bite! Bite! Bite......

Like a fierce symphony, countless sword tips touched the blades of the Chengyi Sword, making a crisp sound.

A little ripple continued to stir in the radius of three feet in front of Yang Ning......

Yang Ning quickly raised his feet, and at an extremely fast speed, he wanted to pass through the path and reach the other side of this space, but soon Yang Ning felt a terrifying power.

It came from the other end, through a hole.

It was a blood-colored power that locked Yang Ning at three steps at the end of this sword world, unable to inch gold.

Yang Ning's pace of progress came to a sudden halt.

"Is there the end ahead?" Yang Ning was speculating, but regarding the mystery of the sword mound and the heritage of his own sword sect, Yang Ning never easily measured.

A sect can survive for thousands of years, and the background is terrifying, and it is definitely more than what you see.

His footsteps were forced to stop, and Yang Ning had to face the swarming spirit swords around him.

Bite! Bite! Bite......

The symphony continued, constantly impacting the three-foot space around Yang Ning, stirring small ripples.

However, at this moment, Yang Ning could only struggle, and beads of sweat were already the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

Although the great grandmaster's sword intent made Yang Ning extraordinary, but with so many spirit swords constantly impacting, even if he was a strong person in the mountain building realm, he couldn't hold on for a long time, not to mention Yang Ning's own cultivation, so he had to watch the peak of the mountain realm.

Maybe I can use this countless sword intent to temper my body once.

Yang Ning felt that his thoughts were a little crazy, but such a cathartic sword intent, if it was not used, Yang Ning felt that it was really a pity.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Ning instantly moved.

The sword of Chengyi gradually fell.

Call!

With a roar, he suddenly broke through three feet of space above Yang Ning's head and took the lead in attacking Yang Ning.

Yang Ning raised his fist, and the clothes on his entire right arm were instantly shattered.

"Come on." Yang Ning's spiritual power protected his right arm and let the spirit sword wash away.

At the same time, Ling Tianjue was running wildly, tempering his body with sword intent, this was very dangerous, if he was not careful, he would die, but Yang Ning had confidence in Ling Tianjue.

Because not only himself, but also countless powerhouses, all of them respected Ling Tianjue, and this kind of exercise definitely had more than one function to restore terror.

With Ling Tianjue's movement, a faint halo formed on Yang Ning's arm, like fire, unique in the air.

The blade of the spirit sword was inserted.

With a terrifying aura of destruction.

Sure enough, it's a sword that kills. Yang Ning flashed a thought, and was soon almost fainted by the pain vibration on his right arm.

"Ah......h

Screams echoed.

Suddenly, countless spirit swords seemed to have found a place to vent and swarmed in.

Whew......

One sword falls, ten thousand swords fall.

"Ah......h

Severe pain that spreads all over the body and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The mind was instantly dissipated by the intense pain.

"Poof......" spurted out of the blood, like a bloody arrow, shot out near and far.

The whole face distorted instantly, and the three-foot space held up in front of him instantly collapsed.

Thousands of sword intents spurted towards Yang Ning from all directions.

Yang Ning became a bloody man in an instant, and his body was even more like Ling Chi, being washed.

In Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, it was calm, and it seemed that such an impact still couldn't stir up a little waves.

And on the top of the miniature Two Realms Mountain, the almost physical phantom of the Tianque Sword exuded a faint yellow sword shadow, enveloping the entire Two Realms Mountain, and he couldn't feel any breath, but it seemed to be unbreakable.

Ling Tianjue's operation had already been disordered at the beginning of the pain, and with the collapse of Yang Ning's mind, it gradually stopped.

Click!

"Ah......h

Yang Ning felt as if the bones in his right arm were about to shatter.

But it was this bone-shaking sound that seemed to open a door.

Ling Tianjue began to operate autonomously.

Starting from Zhihai, with the faint yellow light of the sword shadow from the top of the miniature Two Realms Mountain, in Yang Ning's meridians, began to shuttle faintly.

It's slow, but it's effective.

With the washing of the sword intent, Yang Ning's mind could not gather at all, let alone form a scale and control his body, but with the operation of this Ling Tian Jue, Yang Ning's sea of consciousness seemed to be contagious, and Yang Ning actually felt a faint sense of stability.

The night before dawn does not give people a glimmer of light, but everyone knows that as long as that glimmer of light appears, the whole light will be ushered in.

At this moment, although Yang Ning was screaming, deep in his heart, this feeling was surprisingly confident.

That's the light of day.

As long as he runs Ling Tianjue for a week, he will usher in a greater breakthrough.

"Ah......h

The thought was instantly overwhelmed by pain, so that Yang Ning could not have a moment of peace.

Ling Tianjue's operation, like the crawling of ants, was very slow.

But where it passed, the meridians seemed to be more generous than before, and around the meridians, it seemed to hold up a faint luster, with a sacrosanct taste.

But Yang Ning couldn't know anymore, because the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow couldn't stabilize Yang Ning at all.

The left hand holding the sword was shaken open by the severe pain, and the sword fell and disappeared in the sword mound.

The wooden sheath became empty, without the slightest breath.

Time seems to slow down at this moment, as if it were as long as a century.

Buzzing......

Bursts of sword groans continued to drown out Yang Ning's screams.

There seemed to be a struggle between the two, one after another, echoing throughout the sword space.

And in the depths, a bloody sword hung quietly in the hole, and the surrounding cave walls were even more bloody and red, as if blood was circulating, and the smell of blood filled the entire space, making people shudder.

On the back mountain, a violent shock, six to seven, continued to spread.

Thundered......

With a violent sound, the entire back mountain seemed to explode, and a mountain was divided into two by the magic wheel.

The third brother licked the magic wheel in his hand bloodthirsty, and rushed to the front with the smell of blood.

"The wind is out!"

Terrible exercises, reappearing in the rivers and lakes.

Wang Xuqin punched through the air, with a terrifying aura, and repelled the iron chains that came from the air.

"Yin Wind Valley, Yin Wind Destroys ......" Wang Xuqin has retired more than sixty years ago, although he has heard of the horror of Yin Wind Valley, but he has never experienced it personally, but until this moment, he also realized the reason why Yin Wind Valley is hated.

At the moment when the Yin Wind Extinguished appeared just now, Wang Xuqin had a feeling that his cultivation was draining.

"What a vicious exercise!" Wang Xuqin was moved, and at the same time there was an extra medicine pestle in his hand, with the breath of elixir, but at this moment, it was more of a breath of destruction.

Ren Qiandi's face was also dignified, because he was only beside him, but because of the moment the iron chain appeared, he seemed to feel the breath of hell, which was a palpitating breath of death, and a ring ruler in his hand slashed out a sharp sword intent.

"Damn it!" Ren Qiandi's voice was indifferent, and the determination to kill was already written on his face.