If you don't move the killing intent, it doesn't mean that Ding Mo is weak, on the contrary, because Ding Mo doesn't want to offend the two, that's why he does it.

However, compared to the five palace envoys and others in the Futu Tower, they did not have such good luck.

After all, the killing intent on these people, especially these people and the Nine Hall Envoys and others who were fighting at the scene, although they were unwilling to move the killing intent, they did not have the same treatment as Wei Si and Wu Yang.

Hearing Ding Mo say this, Wei Si and Wu Yang were suddenly amnesty, after all, no one wants to provoke such a strong man, let alone know nothing about his origin.

"Thank you, senior." With a few words, the two disappeared straight above the clouds in the setting sun.

And at the moment when the two of them left the Futu Tower, Ding Mo immediately arranged a faint phantom at the lower end of the tower to close this passage to the outside world.

Of course, Ding Mo didn't kill him, he just closed it simply, if these people inside had the strength to break through, Ding Mo didn't want to kill people for no reason.

"Envoy, the temperature of the flames is getting higher and higher......" The voice was very helpless, although they were all the top powerhouses within the sixteen countries of Surabaya, but after all, the gap between them and the mountaineering realm was too big.

The sound of the rain poured down, as if it was about to completely wash away this bloody rain, and when it was close to dusk, it poured down.

However, there was no change in Liuyun City because of the rain, the battle continued, and as long as there was no absolute overwhelming strength, it was impossible to stop.

The envoy of the Nine Palaces is determined to win the star spirit.

It's just that now it seems that it is very difficult.

Intertwined with thunder, constantly shuttling in the rain, the raging spiritual power, there are no rules at all, and the swords and swords are full of love and hatred of the children of the rivers and lakes.

"Kill a big ......" Yang Zhen roared, Wushuang didn't know how many lives he had plundered, but he didn't have any intention of stopping, because of today's situation, there was not only blood feud between the two sides, but also hatred.

Not to mention whether Yang Zhen has a grudge against Yin Feng Valley, Qin Ningyi's serious injury makes it impossible for Yang Zhen to be good with Yin Wind Valley. The fist is as heavy as a mountain, the halberd is better than the sword, and with one move, the strong will fall.

Whether it is the Demon Sect or the Yin Wind Valley, they are all enemies.

Yang Zhen killed with red eyes, the golden divine body, bathed in red blood, with weirdness, crazy in the rain.

Yang Ning's Killing Sword has already harvested I don't know how many strong people, but the latecomers are continuous, because in the hearts of the disciples of Yin Wind Valley and the Demon Sect, he is the target, this is the order of the Nine Hall Envoys, and it is the key to whether their power can grow.

Although they didn't know the role of the star spirits, what could be valued by the valley lord and the mysterious high priest was nothing but extraordinary.

Moreover, as early as the night three days ago, they had already seen the power of the star spirits, and at that moment, they had resisted a powerhouse of the Seven Realms of the Mountain Building Realm who had survived the five decays of heaven and man.

"I'm here to fight you." Finally, in the rain curtain, a person came out, full of majesty, covered by a black robe, and he couldn't see his face, but the magic wheel in his hand was black and mist, and he had a stronger aura than ordinary powerhouses.

"Senior Brother ......" Many powerhouses in Yin Wind Valley retreated and gave the two of them a battlefield.

The senior brother was not surprised by the performance of the junior brothers, after all, uniting the divine body and killing a strong man who had just broken through the eightfold realm of the mountain building realm, this record was enough to stand proudly in the younger generation.

However, this senior brother is even more Tianjiao of Yin Wind Valley, especially in himself, he is also the proud disciple of the Nine Palaces, and his own strength has reached the peak of the sixfold realm of the mountain-building realm, and the peak of the sixfold realm of the mountain-building realm at the Tianjiao level is not comparable to Liao Tinghuo.

"You go and rob the gods, and this man will be handed over to me." The voice is low, but it is loud and powerful in the sound of rain, and the rain around the body is not close to the body, and it is actively discharged by the aura.

"Yes." Dozens of strong men, respectful to this senior brother, turned around and besieged Yang Zhen.

Senior brother didn't shoot directly without me, he seemed to have a lot of curiosity about Yang Ning, looked at Yang Ning, and said: "A swordsman, with an artifact, and even a body integrated into a divine object, I have to say that your luck is really good." "The Great Brother Demon Wheel floats at his side, ready to launch a fierce attack at any time.

And in Yang Ning's hands, especially the hand holding the Killing Sword, because of the repeated battles, he had been injured in many places, and blood flowed down his arm and on the Killing Sword.

Buzzing......

The sword kept groaning, and the sound was like some kind of ancient song in the rain, and it was chanted endlessly.

"However, when you meet me, it is destined that your scenery will stop." The senior brother is calm and powerful, and he has been fighting for so long without the slightest disorder.

"Stop?" Yang Ning was also very calm, especially the three feet in front of him, the original white sword intent space had been extremely mixed, which was caused by the power of the origin that had been integrated into the foundation after several changes. Yang Ning continued: "I don't know if it's beautiful or not, but it's not up to you to stop. The sword was lightly raised, and the blood-colored sword light went straight to the senior brother.

Between the two sides, it can be said that they are mortal enemies, and there is no need to exchange names at all, and Yang Ning does not need to, because in his eyes, especially in this world of the jungle, there is only the difference between the living and the dead, except for his own people, of course.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, the black robe covered Fang Yuan, and the magic wheel attacked angrily, with unparalleled strength, and met a sword.

Senior Brother knows that the sword is a divine sword, but the strength of the person who produces the sword is limited, after all, a strong man who only has the peak of the dual realm of the mountain building realm, even if he is a swordsman, his strength is limited.

Bite!

A heavy metallic trill.

The two collided for the first time and were evenly divided, but the strange thing was that the two did not retreat but advanced, and narrowed the distance again.

"Come again......" Senior Brother roared, shattering the black robe, revealing his true face, a slightly delicate face, but there was a scar on his face, which made this face a little more weird.

But that doesn't affect his strength. The magic wheel flew overhead, directly taking Yang Ning's chest, the strength was mighty, and the meaning of the rules roared, turning into a huge mouth that swallowed the sky, wanting to devour Yang Ning.

Both of them were probing, and they didn't use all their strength, but none of them attacked each other's vital points.

Mixed element sword.

The killing sword was enlarged, turning into a giant sword, the blood red penetrated the sky, and when he saw the opponent's magic wheel attacking, he had no choice but to make a defense.

The terrifying power, constantly intertwined, tore at the surrounding space, unable to make the rain close to the slightest.

"Mountains beyond the mountains." Yang Ning broke out, his combat power increased, his sword intent became even colder, and the rules of the Dao Dao pressed towards the magic wheel.

"Is this going to erupt?" The senior brother seemed to be a little surprised, but with a long roar, his combat power was also skyrocketing.

The realm of the mountains outside the mountain is the standard for measuring geniuses and ordinary cultivators, and as the senior disciple of the Nine Halls of Yin Wind Valley, it is naturally impossible not to comprehend.

The magic wheel grew larger, and Gangfeng instantly became terrifying, whistling, roaring above the killing sword.

"Humph!" Yang Ning snorted coldly, knowing that if he couldn't solve the battle quickly, then he would enter this person's battle atmosphere, and at that time his situation would be extremely difficult, even more intense than the battle with Liao Tao.

"Draw the sword." Yang Ning directly launched the lore technique.

"Demon Wheel Roar." I saw the magic wheel turn into a black rainbow, shuttle in the rain, and instantly came to Yang Ning's body.

Bite!

The violent collision actually pressed Yang Ning in terms of speed.

The speed of drawing swordsmanship is rare even in the memory of Yang Ning, a strong man with the memory of his previous life, but he didn't expect to meet an opponent today.

"This sword of yours is indeed extremely powerful, but where you break out, stop the sword, and there will be no room for explosion." It seems to be very proud, and it is also a little surprised that he was able to stop this sword.

After all, Yang Ning's battle scene, he also didn't see much of the other party, but he still remembered Yang Ning's sword drawing technique, especially that kind of explosion and speed, which made him, the peak cultivator of the Mountain Building Realm Six Realms, even more afraid.

After all kinds of exploration, the senior brother finally found a way to crack it, that is, at the moment of drawing the sword, intercept the sword light, at this time, the power of the sword drawing technique did not explode, and it was also the time when the power was the weakest, and the interception at this moment was just the right time.

A sword turned invisible, and Yang Ning's color changed.

Because he found that this person's cultivation may not be as good as Liao Tao, but this scheming is several times better than Liao Tao.

Fearsome opponents.

Yang Ning's heart flashed with such an evaluation.

Syllable!

With a violent explosion, the bamboo sheath shattered instantly, the killing sword was intercepted, and Yang Ning suffered a violent backlash.

Blood ran down the corners of his mouth and slowly spilled down.

Yang Ning's eyes were unusually solemn, and the sword was also hanging down a little weakly.

There was a slight disturbance in the three-foot space, but it quickly recovered.

"Haha......" The eldest disciple laughed wildly, seeing Yang Ning so deflated, he was also in a happy mood, after all, in this battle, if you want to say who is more in the limelight, there is no comparison between Yang Ning and Yang Zhen.

However, at this moment, because of their own interference, I am afraid that both of them will be hated, how can they not make him happy.

And in Yang Ning's heart, he also kept thinking. Although the sword just now was intercepted by this person, it was not because of strength, but because of speed, no, it should be accurate to say that the other party had already taken precautions.

"Perhaps, I should go one step further......" Yang Ning said very profoundly, as if even he did not want to let this kind of power appear.

"Ah......h

Yang Ning raised his head to the sky and roared, and even the surrounding rain curtains avoided it, for fear of being torn apart by Yang Ning's howling. And the sword intent around Yang Ning gradually changed with the long roar.

Yang Ning has been deliberately suppressing his own foundation, constantly compressing, so that Yang Ning's foundation is infinitely solid, especially in the depths of the Purple Mansion and the Sea of Knowledge, like two miniature mountain ranges like entities, Yang Ning dares to believe that such a foundation, not to mention this Western Wilderness, even if you look at the entire continent, is unique.

With Yang Ning's long roar, the momentum around him gradually changed.

The long hair flew and quickly covered the face.

The blood gently drifted between the hair, and the faint smell of blood was gradually washed away by the rain.

"What is this?" Not only was the senior brother surprised, but even Yang Zhen, who was fighting bloodily not far away, stared at him.

Because Yang Ning at this moment, he was like crazy, especially the sword intent above the killing sword, it was even more violent, it seemed that it could devour everything, and the power of destruction was like pouring seawater, constantly tumbling.

The Killing Sword, known as the Killing Sword, is also the reason why it is bloody, and killing, not any swordsman can control it at will, although the swordsman is invincible at the same level, but some powers, still can't really be controlled.

As strong as Ling Tianjue, this exercise is respected by many people, and so far, Yang Ning has not found a way to truly control this power.

Therefore, at the beginning of Yang Ning's acquisition of the Killing Sword, the power of killing was closed. Originally, Yang Ning thought that he had no possibility of using this power, after all, once the killing was started, it would be a real river of blood.

However, the sword just now made Yang Ning feel the crisis, and the sword drawing technique that he was proud of couldn't really be pulled out in front of this person, and it was counterattacked, which made Yang Ning have to force it to do so.

The violent power filled the body, and the sword body that Yang Ning cultivated had cracks.

The aura of killing from the sword became even more terrifying.

The ancient and bloody scene suddenly appeared in Yang Ning's mind.

The desolate and tragic battle song of "Killing ......" continued to echo, and Yang Ning became more and more crazy.

Raise your sword and slash.

Wherever the sword light goes, it becomes nothingness, and even the rain is annihilating.