These Gangfeng, chaotic, seemed to appear wherever they appeared, all depending on the landing point of each of their jumps, and then formed a range of Gangfeng, which matched with the fireballs in the sky, thus forming an effective obstacle to the cultivators.

Thousands of feet cross the wind, and every drop does not touch the ground.

"It's a good name......" Yang Ning sighed, and the pace under his feet began to be disordered.

Although the swallow swinging method is no longer enough, its instantaneous 100-meter characteristics still allow Yang Ning to play to the fullest.

Spanning a hundred meters in an instant, Yang Ning dodged the wind under his feet, and the fireball fell obliquely.

"It's so dense, don't give it a way to live at all......" Yang Ning didn't have to be helpless, he could only use his sword.

Whew......

Where the flames passed, everything was burned, and it was faintly visible, and where they passed, the nothingness left behind was terrifying.

It's just that Yang Ning's sword this time is not based on the killing sword, but on himself as a sword.

The sword body burst into brilliance, faintly, with a slight blood red.

"A sword of mixed elements." Yang Ning used his body as a sword and stabbed himself out.

Yang Ning only felt that beside his ears, countless winds were retreating, and the fireballs were falling like meteors.

But every fireball can only be behind Yang Ning, falling and voiding, Yang Ning's speed at this moment is too fast, even if it is compared with Bai Xiaosheng's leap just now, it can be compared, but the gap is thousands of miles.

One is completely relying on body skills, and the other is making himself a sword and stabbing in the form of sword skills.

With this stab, Yang Ning finally came to the distance of a hundred zhang when the sword momentum was about to disperse.

Yang Ning's forehead was covered with sweat, and the surrounding environment was even worse.

After a hundred zhang, between the pillars on both sides, there seemed to be all kinds of faint barriers, just now, Yang Ning's sword momentum as a sword could have pierced a distance of nearly ten zhang, but there was no barrier to stop it.

Yang Ning stared at the barrier in front of him, taking advantage of the gap, his fingers touched lightly, but he found that there was no obstacle, but when he wanted to pass through at a very fast speed, he generated thousands of pulls to stop himself.

"Do you have to stop?" Yang Ning is becoming more and more interested in this Ling Fengdu, and the strangeness of the design can be said to be eternal.

Yang Ning had to slow down, and his feet began to pass through the barrier at the speed of walking, but the wind immediately grew.

"This is completely unforgiving...... Yang Ning had no choice but to sacrifice his strongest defense, protecting his body and adding three feet of space, and his feet were decorated.

Whew......

Yang Ning felt that under his feet, it seemed to be dissipating, especially the three-foot space, which was annihilating little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Persistence, persistence ......" Yang Ning gritted his teeth, and with Ling Tianjue's metamorphosis, he constantly maintained a three-foot space.

With the sword intent lingering, Yang Ning finally passed through the barrier, but just above Yang Ning's head, nearly ten fireballs had been gathered at this moment.

"......"

Yao Xinji's head was full of 10,000 divine beasts.

Yang Ning's color changed, and he couldn't help but burst out foul language, he couldn't imagine that in less than two breaths, he could gather such power.

Yang Ning turned into sword light and flew out again.

This is a life-and-death crisis, once wrapped in these nearly ten fireballs, I am afraid that it will be overwhelmed in an instant.

No wonder, at that time, the third true disciple of Qingyue Gate would be wrapped in fireballs, but it also made Yang Ning pay attention to this third true disciple, because the third true disciple at that time actually relied on his own strength to resist the power of the fireball with Qingyue.

The third true disciple is worthy of his name.

Yang Ning remembered the grievances between him and Qingyuemen, as long as Qingyuemen didn't make trouble for himself, Yang Ning didn't need to be an enemy of Qingyuemen.

Let's hope they don't lose their eyes.

Yang Ning shot out a distance of nearly fifty zhang in an instant, and the wind behind him was continuous, chasing and forcing Yang Ning.

Yang Ning took a breath and didn't dare to stop at all, although Gangfeng himself could resist it, but Gangfeng only interfered with his route, and the real danger came from overhead.

"No, it's ...... ahead" Yang Ning gasped.

Ice and snow, vast and white.

Ukiyo is white......

What's going on? Yang Ning embellished with one foot and had already entered it.

"This ......" Yang Ning had already felt the change, his teeth were trembling, and he couldn't help himself with his body that was not invaded by the cold and heat.

"What kind of artistic conception is this, it can actually break the cultivator's body that is invulnerable to cold and heat, so that the cultivator can't move freely." Yang Ning felt that the speed under his feet was slowing down more and more slowly.

After ten breaths, Yang Ning's walking speed was no different from that of an elderly man.

"It's so terrifying, not only can it break the body, but it can also affect the mind, and even freeze the mind......"

Yang Ning's hands trembled a little, like falling into an ice cave.

The Fire of the Fat Relic.

Yang Ning roared, releasing flames from the depths of the sea, and had to resist the cold air around him.

Whew......

The wind doesn't stop.

Whew......

The top of the head is annihilated inch by inch.

A warm current gradually regained sensation in his feet, and Yang Ning made his body a sword.

"No, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that if it doesn't reach five hundred zhang, it will be completely defeated by Ling Fengdu." Yang Ning had an extra killing sword in his hand, and he slashed with blood.

Sou!

Yang Ning disappeared directly from the spot.

At the same time, the swallow swinging method was performed nearly ten times in succession.

With the blessing of the sword rule, Yang Ning's speed instantly increased by a hundredfold, jumped over the gangfeng, and dodged the fireball, but the endless cold under his feet was still eroding Yang Ning's will.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of breaking the barrier three times in succession, and finally three hundred zhang away, Yang Ning's sword castration was completely blocked, and the speed had to slow down.

Yang Ning had palpitations, if he continued like this, he was afraid that his spiritual power would be exhausted, and at that time, what should he do.

Thousands of feet across the wind.

Yang Ning has only spent less than half of it, and how should he spend the distance of five hundred zhang in front of him?

Yang Ning racked his brains, but there was nothing he could do.

In the cold air under his feet, as he went deep into the three hundred zhang, there was already a change.

A kind of cold flame that Yang Ning had never seen before, was constantly burning.

Yang Ning exclaimed: "Yu Hanyan? ”

"How could there be such a thing here?" Yang Ning recognized the origin of Han Yan, but didn't this kind of thing exist at the bottom of the deep sea, how could it be here? Could it be that the master here, this half-step mountaineering realm powerhouse, actually subdued him?

It's cold, it's cold, it's very peculiar, even if it's Yang Ning, he just heard about it, but he didn't want to see it here.

Yang Ning only felt that his legs seemed to have begun to tremble with an omen.

The cold and heat can't be resisted by the sevenfold realm of the non-mountain building realm, no wonder he was shivering by this ice and snow before.

Yang Ning didn't dare to stay in place, his feet kept moving, only in this way could he avoid the cold flame from entering his body along his legs, you know, in the legend, this kind of flame can freeze the flame of the heart, unless you comprehend spiritual power.

However, slowly, Yang Ning became happy.

It's cold, it seems to be good.

Yang Ning shot out in the air again, the killing sword opened the way, and the divine blade cut through the gangfeng, dodging the fireball, and shot again.

In Yang Ning's heart, he had already begun to plan, because Yu Hanyan had one of the biggest characteristics, and he only needed to use this characteristic, plus the owner of Yu Hanyan had passed away, it was not impossible for him to absorb this flame.

Once it is truly absorbed, at that time, he will have the power to protect himself in the face of the strong people in the Mountain Building Realm, or even the peak powerhouses in the Mountain Building Realm.

It's just that how to make use of the characteristics of the cold flame, Yang Ning was thinking the way to fly.

Having already broken through the two barriers, Yang Ning came to a distance of nearly seven hundred zhang.

Yang Ning's body stayed in mid-air, the three-foot space resisted the wind, and the killing sword kept slashing, using the power of the sword to affect the path of the fireball falling, so as not to let himself be hit by the fireball, and at the same time measured the ice and snow under his feet in his heart, especially the cold and flames mixed in it, this was Yang Ning's focus.

I saw that the cold flame continued to rise, like a snake letter, constantly swallowing, and wanted to devour Yang Ning.

The flames kept rising, and they were already less than five feet away from Yang Ning's feet, and at this moment, Yang Ning began to move.

With the sword in hand, it is also indomitable.

Yang Ning used the only remaining spiritual power in his body to use his sword with all his might.

Blood blooms in the sky, constantly breaking through barriers.

Bang!

Yang Ning's speed was slowing down, and the flames under his feet were one minute closer.

Not enough!

Yang Ning shouted.

The green shirt cut through the sky, the wind was cold, and the corners of the clothes had already appeared traces of the wind.

Tear ......

The green shirt was broken, and Yang Ning's speed continued to decline.

Bang!

The flames under his feet were already like long snakes, and there were only less than two feet left from Yang Ning's three-foot space.

The green shirt exploded and was instantly submerged by the wind.

"It's almost ......" However, Yang Ning still didn't stop for the sake of insurance.

The cold had already begun to erode Yang Ning's body, and the three-foot space was a little unstoppable, and as for the protective body Zhengang, it was torn apart by the gang wind, and it was already broken.

Bang!

The barrier of nine hundred zhang was broken in response, and Yang Ning was finally less than a hundred zhang away from the end of the line.

"However, there is still a little bit of fire to be missed...... Yang Ning's steps began to float, and the speed was no different from walking, but Yang Ning was not worried at all, because what he wanted was this effect.

Yang Ning's heart was also praying.

Ling Tianjue, to be respected by the Split Heaven, to be praised by Hui Ni, is definitely not simple, otherwise it is impossible for him to absorb the dead qi, he will not be able to absorb the demonic qi, and he will not be able to lay such a deep foundation.

"Don't let me down......" Yang Ning's feet were still in the air, but his footsteps had already stopped, and he was standing still.

It seems that something is waiting for.

Whew......

The fireball was scorching, and Yang Ning kept moving in place, dodging the power in it.

Whew......

The wind was cold, surrounding Yang Ning, constantly tearing the green shirt.

The cold flame under his feet was already less than a foot away from Yang Ning's feet, and the flames were like dragons, constantly swallowing, wanting to swallow Yang Ning and then fast.

"Hopefully I'll be able to persevere." Suddenly, Yang Ning remembered something, and his mind was immersed in the ring on his hand.

Not long after, a drop of blood appeared on Yang Ning's finger.

Ziz ......

The air kept rattling, and it turned out to be this drop of blood, actively resisting the cold, actively resisting the cold around it.

The corners of Yang Ning's mouth smiled slightly.

Everything is ready, just wait for the cold to break out completely.

At this moment, many people had already passed through Ling Feng Ferry, but there were still people who kept dodging and moving in Ling Feng Crossing, avoiding danger.

"What's the matter with that man?"

"Actually stopped, isn't this looking for death?"

"It is estimated that I am already unable to move forward, and I have no choice but to give up."

"However, the cold flame has already become a Jiao type, and when it is formed, it will devour him in an instant."

"Thousands of feet cross the wind, and not touch the ground. This guy dares to stay where he is, he doesn't deserve to die, who deserves to die? ”

Yang Ning's movements attracted the attention of many people, but some people didn't care, because in front of them, a large hall lay horizontally, and around the main hall, a layer of hazy light enveloped the main hall.

In all directions, nearly twenty peak powerhouses of the Mountain Building Realm were constantly bombarding the hazy light.

"I didn't expect that after the Qianzhang Ling Feng Crossing, they were already close to the core...... "The geniuses who had already passed the Ling Feng Crossing were overjoyed, staring at the strong people above, just waiting for these peak powerhouses to break the light, and then enter the main hall, and the inheritance was close at hand.

Rumble......

Rumble......

The violent roar, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, kept resounding around, but the light was indifferent, and the sky was not shocked when the attack was shocking.

And at this moment, Yang Ning is making amazing moves.

The breath was restrained, the green shirt was shattered, the sword body was exposed in the ice and snow, the cold and heat under the feet were swallowing, the endless cold light was undulating, the fireballs above the head were continuous, and the wind was rushing.

"He's going to die......"

"Are there fewer geniuses dying here?"

“……”