Soon, the shock was far away.

Above the sky, the silence was unusual.

The aftermath of the horror, as if clearing the field, turned the entire sky into a clear blue and empty of clutter.

"Old friend......" Ren Qiandi wailed in a low voice. Qin Houyuan is a figure from the same period as him, and he belongs to the heritage of the Northern Xuanjian Sect, but at this moment, with this empty sky, it has passed away forever.

On the other side, the protective space formed by the eight people had already collapsed under the aftermath of terror.

The corners of the mouths of the eight people, whether heavy or light, were left with blood, especially the Four Heavenly Kings and the Great Heavenly Kings, and even because of the relationship between the magic wheel, there was a deep depression on the chest.

"Big Brother ......" shouted silently, and was stopped by the other two, because the Great Heavenly King and the Four Heavenly Kings were already recovering and could not be disturbed.

"I can't imagine that there are such strong people in the Northern Xuan Sword Sect." With a grimace mask, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, after the aftermath, the mask on his face had a few more cracks, and it was washed away by the terrifying aura.

"A group of swordsmen, fierceness is inevitable." Yin Silence was deeply touched, in order to prevent the Five Poison Ancestor from speaking, the person who fought against him actually directly burned the soul fire and directly killed the Five Poison Ancestor with the power of the sword that transcended time and space, such a person was tantamount to a madman.

And just now, one person blew himself up in exchange for eight people being seriously injured, who can do this except a madman?

The grimace on the face of the "outright madman......" masked man is already hideous, and because of the rift, it is even more terrifying.

"Kill!" Lu Changxiao turned his voice into a sword, and the word "kill" seemed to run through the entire sky, forming a terrifying lightsaber, shaking the sky and the earth under the glow of the scorching sun.

The most proud of Lu Changxiao's life, and the most important kendo comprehension in his life, is to use sound into a sword, and when it is displayed at this moment, it can be phenomena, and its power is terrifying.

Bang Bang ......

Under the sky, there was a constant sound of space shattering, inch by inch, inch by foot......

It is visible to the naked eye, but it cannot be avoided.

Because this sword is so big, almost everywhere the sound goes, it is a place where the sword light is shrouded.

It's like a spear that penetrates the heavens and the earth, no, it's more terrifying than a spear, because the edge of the sword can almost cut the whole world apart.

Zizi ......

The sound of friction in the air left a trail of sword slashing, which was astonishing.

This is a sword that transcends distance, and no one can dodge it, only to prove that it is hard-hitting.

"Take it." Lu Changxiao's voice was faint, it seemed that this sword, even if it was his most proud sword, could not be used at will, because at this moment, Lu Changxiao's body was shaking in the air, and he seemed to be shaky in a strong suit.

But the sword momentum has been completed, and Lu Changxiao nodded with satisfaction.

Thundered......

In the sky, there was a sound of overwhelming mountains, and in front of its great change, a sword that pierced through the heavens swept towards the place where the eight people gathered.

The blade of the sword is burning, sparks are sparkling in the air, which is the highest embodiment of mystery.

Kill......

The sound shook the sky.

The gloomy face of the "defensive ......" finally changed......

The magic wheel is combined into one, spinning non-stop, forming a terrible black storm in the air, stirring the surrounding space of nearly a hundred zhang, and I am in the middle of the storm, controlling the magic wheel, constantly rising from the sky.

Yin Silent is a militant, but until this moment, he also panicked, because he felt that he had encountered a group of madmen who did not want to die, and even these people did not think about their own lives, all for the purpose of killing them.

Swordsman, is this a swordsman? The gloomy heart suddenly appeared in a trance in an instant.

"The third child!" Like a glamour sound, a sound woke up the silence, and at the same time, the Second Heavenly King also joined it, whistling the magic wheel, flying in front of the Yin Silence, exuding the cultivation of the whole body, and at the same time, dark red flames floated out from the body of the Second Heavenly King, and the whole person burned instantly.

"Second Brother ......"

"Remember, people can fight for what they believe in, don't we?" The face of the Second Heavenly King showed a little more fortitude.

Yin Feng Valley is not tolerated by the world because of the exercises, but it does not mean that there is no blood between them, and at this moment, seeing that the swordsman of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect is not for himself, among the eight people, there seems to be a change.

"Protect the eldest brother and the fourth brother with all your might......" The Second Heavenly King controlled the magic wheel and flew out nearly twenty zhang in an instant, and the gloomy aura covered the sky and the sun, so that the clear blue sky was suddenly shrouded in a layer of dark red flames.

"Go to ......"

The Second Heavenly King shouted loudly, and played out the magic wheel connected to his own life, with the cultivation of the Second Heavenly King's whole body, at the cost of burning the soul fire, to block this sword that penetrated the heavens.

Click! Click! Click......

Earth-shattering, deafening......

The sound of thunderbolts on a sunny day, sparks splashing everywhere, almost completely enveloping the sky in a radius of thousands of miles.

Bright and uncertain, like a black hole, a terrible vortex appeared in the air, destroying everything.

It can even be vaguely seen that the space is annihilating, and with the fierce collision, it is wearing out little by little, like a disk of grinding, devouring the surrounding space little by little.

Space is returning to nothingness, and even the sun's rays are swallowed up.

This is a terrible collision, more ferocious than Qin Houyuan's self-explosion, like a flood beast, out of control.

This is an unforgettable scene, reflecting the entire Xishu realm.

Above the white fog of the long sky, it seems that this annihilated space has become the only one, even more unforgettable than the bright sun above the sky.

Burst......

Lu Changxiao spurted blood, and the blood mist spewed out, staining a large area of Changtian.

In this collision, the Second Heavenly King was injured because of the penetrating power of the sound sword, although he was standing in the sky at the moment, his breath was disordered.

"Second brother......" Yin Silence screamed, but there was no response, and after a long time, the silent sky suddenly coughed.

The blood of the Second Heavenly King stained the sky, and his body fell straight from the sky.

"Second Brother ......"

Four or five figures flew to a halt in an instant, catching the two heavenly kings.

"Second Brother ......"

Although the call shook the sky, there was no response, as if it was asleep, and there was no spirit.

"Damn it......" Yin Lone's eyes were blood-red, and he was angry, but it didn't help, because the Second Heavenly King had died out and had no life.

"Never die...... On the side of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, the jade flute in the palm of Ren Qiandi's palm sounded, and the sword of music and rhythm in the sky began to gradually condense and form with the ups and downs of the jade flute.

It seems to have some kind of magical power, constantly reverberating with a murderous aura.

This is Ren Qiandi's 100-year-old flute. Cultivated for a hundred years, it has terrifying power, and once it is played, the layers of sound waves are like a tsunami on the sea, stirring with a strong killing intent.

"Never Die...... The masked man shattered his mask.

This is a middle-aged man with a delicate face, especially those eyes, which seem to have a throbbing power, are tightly closed.

"Sixty years ago, because I closed my eyes when I listened to the Yueqin, I couldn't imagine that sixty years later, this king would still have to face musical instruments, maybe this is some kind of reincarnation." The masked man broke open his eyes, and a pair of reddish-brown eyes, like a burning furnace in hell, shot out two rays of light, terrifying and desperate.

This is a pair of magic eyes, which makes people chill.

The masked man slowly ascended, his black shirt falling off, revealing long hair that flew in the wind.

However, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the distance of nearly 100 zhang between the two, and met the rhythm of the jade flute.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable......

Constant explosions.

Within a radius of 100 miles, it seems to have become the end of the world, with constant spiritual power raging, and the two terrifying forces seem to have begun the outermost confrontation.

……

At the foot of the fierce battle, in the abyss cave directly below the two mountains, Yang Ning had reached the most critical moment at this moment.

As Yang Ning frantically absorbed the sword intent around him, Yang Ning's body at this moment was full of sword intent.

Even in the pores that opened because of the pain, there was sword intent bursting out.

Yang Ning's nerves had long been numb in constant washing, and although he was still screaming in his mouth, his mind was extremely clear at the moment.

In the sea of consciousness, especially the pale yellow light that ran down from the top of the miniature Two Realms Mountain, finally made a move at this moment.

A sword to set the mountain.

Such a power was finally detected by Yang Ning.

Yang Ning was overjoyed, and used Ling Tianjue's technique to deliberately guide this light.

Originally, he thought that there would be difficult guidance, but the moment Ling Tianjue came into contact with the light, Yang Ning clearly felt an indescribable feeling.

It seems like......

It's as if some kind of door has opened......

Especially as Yang Ning followed the light along Ling Tianjue's movements, this feeling became clearer and clearer.

How can it be?

Yang Ning was shocked, because since he was reborn, he had cultivated Ling Tian Jue, but this was the first time he felt like this.

Could it be that your previous practice was wrong? No, Yang Ning quickly denied this feeling, because Hui Ni had said that Ling Tianjue was the most mysterious technique in heaven and earth, and although no one had ever cultivated it, Hui Ni was sure that Yang Ning's second sea of consciousness was absolutely not wrong.

But how can this feeling be explained this time around?

With the operation of Ling Tianjue, there seemed to be some kind of change between the Hongqiao of Heaven and Earth, which communicated the Purple Mansion and the Sea of Knowledge.

The pale yellow light, as long as it passed through the place where Ling Tianjue's running route passed, would leave an obvious foundation, as if it was integrating the meridians for Yang Ning, but there was no change in the meridians, except for leaving traces, there was no discomfort anymore.

However, between heaven and earth Hongqiao, it has changed greatly.

The pale yellow light, like some kind of primitive power, completely divided the entire heaven and earth Hongqiao into two, becoming two sides, one side was bright and almost transparent, and the other side was like black ink.

Could it be that this Ling Tian Jue is cultivating some kind of power to divide the entire heaven and earth into yin and yang? Yang Ning guessed, but soon, he was shocked by the next changes.

The rainbow bridge of heaven and earth is widening, and yin and yang are dividing, as if they are going to be completely separated with the flow of Ling Tianjue.

No!

This is not cultivating power, this is cultivating the world!

Yang Ning got such a conclusion, but was completely shocked by the conclusion he had reached.

In your own body, cultivate a world?

How is this possible?

But soon Yang Ning witnessed the correctness of his conjecture.

The yin sinks, the gaze keeps coming, the yang rises, and the sun grows deeper.

A long process, but Yang Ning seems to understand the formation of the world, although he only understands the skin, but for this stage, even Yang Ning, who has the memory of his previous life, is undoubtedly a shocking discovery.

Ling Tianjue didn't expect it to be so profound.

At this moment, Yang Ning gradually understood why people who knew about this exercise respected it so much.

Yang Ning had never heard of such exercises in his previous life, let alone cultivated.

The most important thing is that Yang Ning has a true and complete technique for the origin of the Tianque Sword, perhaps this sword must be combined with Ling Tianjue.

No wonder he had always used the Tianque Sword as a weapon in his previous life, but Yang Ning had another feeling that although the sword was used by himself, the diaphragm in it was very clear.

Until this moment, Yang Ning fully understood.

It's a pity that now the Tianque Sword has been taken away by the Heavenly Dao Sect, and there is no possibility for him to seal it.

Yang Ning was almost crazy, Ling Tianjue was moving at the speed of light, mobilizing all the sword intent in his body, and constantly converging in the two directions of Zhihai and Purple Mansion.