A white grass clipping, blown up by the wind, swept over the dome of the Red Mountain, and under the pale moonlight, zigzags back and forth, lingers, and then falls—

A silver arc of light cut the dead white grass clippings in half from the bottom up, and the tough gun shaft burst out with a muffled "bang", and the gray-haired man shook the gun out.

There was a flash of light in Ning Yi's pupils.

Close distance.

The tip of the spear poked like a rainstorm pear blossom, Ning Yi fell back, the silver light exploded, the mud and stones on the soles of his feet continued to explode, Shushan's perception technique was operated to the extreme by him, the tip of the silver sparrow's spear opened against his cheek, like a peacock opening the screen, every time he poked his cheeks sideways, bringing out a series of sonic booms, the blazing wind swept the grass clippings, and the white grass blades in the sky shook with the tip of the silver finch's gun, gathering like a huge tornado.

The two retreated and chased.

In the tornado, Ning Yi held down the Houge sword with one hand, and with a bang, the heavy gun pressure on him, forcing him to have his back against the ground, only the soles of his feet and the ground have a line attached, and the stalk with "Mount Tai" lit up, but after Ning Yi pulled out the "Great Sui World", the world was no longer dark, and a line of long light suddenly opened up!

"Bell—"

The thick grid sword blocked a spear flower, the heavy sword body, reflecting the ripples of the explosive gun, the sword body was like a boiling lake, and the huge shock force came, Ning Yi slammed the sword into the ground, and in order to unload the force, he still retreated ten zhang, which could be stopped.

The grass clippings tornado exploded.

Except for Su Gaotai, there was silence.

The corners of Ning Yi's lips overflowed with a touch of blood red, he swallowed a mouthful of blood, let out a long breath of depression, his eyes were calm, staring at the gray-haired man not far away.

Yinque's spear was extremely strong, full of energy, and with a hard shot, Ning Yi's physique was a little unbearable.

The gun is a loincloth.

Yan Shi closed his eyes, his gray hair swept in the faint atmosphere, the spear of his life, this white Liangmu spear, has been with him since he was a child, and he has fought in the gray world, and has made a great reputation, and he has already been integrated with him.

Holding a gun is expensive in four flats, top level, shoulder level, foot level, gun level.

Yinque stood with his feet back and forth, bent his knees and half squatted, posing for the gun rack of the "Zhongping Gun", and in the next moment, he stepped on a puddle of gravel, and the mud and stone in front of Ning Yi instantly blew through, and an incomparably grand spear flower bloomed close to it again-

"Mount Tai" lit up, Ning Yi raised his sword to block, the sword body was pressed against the tip of the gun against his chest in an instant, Ning Yi's pupils contracted, and he only felt that he was hit hard in the chest by a sledgehammer, he practiced swordsmanship in Shushan, and also practiced other weapons slightly, Yinque's marksmanship is exquisite, in the degree of subtlety, there is almost no second one in the same age that can be compared.

This shot was like a heavy crossbow arrow that shot quickly, even if Ning Yi successfully blocked it, it still couldn't be resolved, and the thick sword was almost shattered and flew out.

The silver finch turned a deaf ear, the front hand was like a teapot, the back hand was cranking, the spine was ejected and compressed, the lower abdomen was sinking, the front foot was stepped on, the back foot was kicked, the shoulders and hips were fighting, the arms were shaking and agitated, the red tassels were bursting and flying, the gun was pierced a little stick and hit a piece, when the speed of the gun was fast enough, countless black spots at the tip of the gun exploded one after another, and the three-foot distance around Ning Yi's body sounded one after another sonic boom sounds.

The sword body of the "Great Sui World" is extremely strong, the rank is not low, and the sword body is like a spring lake, allowing the tip of the spear of the big beads and small beads to fall on the jade plate like raindrops, splashing shocking waves, but there is still no meaning of breaking in the slightest.

With a bang, Ning Yi pulled out his second sword.

The fine snow wrapped in black cloth, against the sonic boom at the tip of the gun, slid out of the waist inverted cross, Ning Yi held the fine snow hilt upside down, drawing the sword like a knife,

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The black cloth was cut open by the sword qi like broken water, and it was cut in half from the middle.

With a sound of "Peng", a huge umbrella surface was opened, and countless spear flowers poked on the umbrella surface, splashing heavy and delicate rainwater.

In the next moment, the surface of the umbrella suddenly shrank, and the spear flowers in the sky were shattered, leaving only the straight silver line.

Ning Yi, who had gathered the fine snow umbrella, twisted his waist and raised his hips, and handed out his sword, the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the big gun, splashing a small broken ripple in the air.

Closing his eyes tightly, the silver sparrow that came out with a spear frowned, he took a step forward with the gun in his hands in his front and back hands, the big gun did not pierce Ning Yi's face door as he expected, but was held against the tip of the fine snow sword, and the white cool wood barrel of the big gun, under his step, was pressed against the abdomen and bent into a big arc.

Crack the gun.

The silver finch opened its eyes, like a lion's angry eyes, and its spirit was pressing.

He met a pair of unwavering young eyes.

Shaking out all the strength of the spear body, wanting to shock Ning Yi back, the soles of the latter's feet stepped on the hilt of the sword that was three points into the earth of the "Great Sui World", and did not move at all, so the white Liangmu spear, based on the abdomen of the silver bird Yanzhi, began to let out a sound of wood shattering overwhelmed.

Yinque immediately put away his gun and took a step back, ready to stab at Ning Yi again.

Ning Yi, who was using the strength of his feet, did not give him this opportunity.

One inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous.

Within three feet, the fine snow suddenly opened in front of the silver sparrow, and the grand oil-paper umbrella exploded unfolded, which was equivalent to the sword qi of the seventh realm of starlight, forcing the silver finch to stretch out a hand and block it in front of him.

So the fine snow was like the spear before, and the peacock opened the screen in front of Yan Zhi, splashing countless thrilling sword flowers, blooming like a storm-

The previous scene was reversed and re-staged.

The silver bird Yanzhi, whose body was sliding backwards close to the ground, kept dodging sideways, and the sword qi exploded on his cheeks, Ning Yi's sword qi was already extremely fast, but this actual combat genius in the gray realm could still rely on the premonition of combat talent to dodge.

The chase between the two ends in a dramatic way.

It was already about to sweep out of the Su Gaotai, and if he retreated, he was about to fall off the plateau, Yan Zhi stopped suddenly, the blade of the fine snow rubbed his cheek and brought out a string of blood beads, the big gun was dragged all the way, and at this moment it bounced on the ground, and the palm that the silver bird had blocked in front of him was already drenched in blood, revealing the white bones of the forest, and suddenly grabbed the big gun, allowing the body of the gun to rub violently between the palms with the momentum of thunder, and finally grasped the front section and collapsed out at an extremely short distance-

The tip of the spear stabbed a corner of the robe, spun out a spiral of strength, and brought out a canopy of embers under Ning Yi's armpit.

The distance between the two of them was further narrowed.

The silver sparrow speared and suddenly exerted force.

The gun smacked at Ning Yi's ribs, and the latter let out a muffled snort, with a hint of pain in his voice, and ...... A wave of anger.

Grabbed the front of the silver finch.

Next to Yan Shi's ears, there was a violent whistling wind, and then an extremely heavy muffled sound sounded in front of his forehead, blood splashed, and the silver sparrow's eyes went black, and the sky was spinning.

Grab the amount with the amount.

The Lionheart Mask crumbles inch by inch.

This was followed by a second, intense and brief ...... "Bang!"

The physical body of the silver finch was not as strong as Ning Yi, under the two consecutive impacts, the soul and the heart lake were in disorder, and Ning Yi could still maintain the balance of his body, holding the front of the silver finch and refusing to let go, again

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A brief pause was followed by the sound of more rapid breathing.

Thereupon...... ushered in the third sound, which was a fierce "bang" compared to the first two combined!

This is the fighting method that Xu Zang taught Ning Yi.

"The weak are afraid of the strong, the strong are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of the dead. ”

It's the simplest truth in the world, but not everyone can do it.

Ning Yi used all the starlight, blessed at one point, the hard shock between the physique, injured the enemy by a thousand, and damaged himself by eight hundred, it is rare to have a forehead to hit the forehead, the fist or elbow tribe on the opponent's forehead is much better than his own forehead smashing....... But this is the most ferocious and fierce way to play!

The forehead of the star giant has been shattered, and the star chips are flowing wildly, and it is not only crumbling.

The silver sparrow's forehead was already scarlet, his gray hair was stained with blood, and the scene in front of him was in a trance, and in the violent overlapping reflection, it slowly converged into a falling silver-white sword light.

......

......

Looking down at the "Han Yue" except for Su Gaotai, a smile slowly appeared on his cheeks.

Han Yue watched this wonderful fight, and finally came to an end, and the situation on the field was very clear.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the ferocity and courage of the silver sparrow are well-known in the gray world, but now this battle of will is very obvious, and Ning Yi is better than the fierce fight.

The "black-robed woman" who had been in a good time suddenly realized, and suddenly understood why Shushan was willing to bless Ning Yi with so much aura, and why this young man could be included in such a high sequence of stars.

In the future, Ning Yi may fall to the top of the list...... But as long as this ruthlessness never stops in his heart, then Ning Yi is the next Xu Zang of Shushan!

Back then, Han Yue watched Xu Zang rise and fall in the Great Sui and did not deal with him...... That Shushan little uncle's sword aura is too strong, and he was not strong enough ten years ago, if he tries to include the other party in the glazed cup, I am afraid that the entire glazed cup will be chopped by fine snow.

And now it's different.

A weak and powerless "Uncle Shushan", in a sense, is better than Xu Zang back then, right in front of him.

Han Yue licked the corners of his lips.

The grass clipping giant that appeared on the high platform pressed his palms downward.

The victory and defeat have been decided, and Ning Yi, who was ready to slash down with a sword and kill the Silver Sparrow Yanzhi, squinted his eyes, his "fine snow" was about to fall, and when he was only a foot away from the Silver Sparrow Face Gate, countless grass clippings rolled over and blocked a wall of leaves.

Han Yue's voice came faintly: "Yinque is a good seedling, I don't want him to die in your hands......"

This first person in the East wants to take action and save the silver sparrow.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, his hands clenched the fine snow, and he slashed down with all his strength.

Grass leaves splashed all over the sky.

The fine snow was splashed high by the huge force of the shock.

The woman standing on the prairie had the corners of her lips slightly upturned, but the smile quickly solidified.

A pale cyan entanglement lit up, and after the success, the thick-grid sword that could sweep nine thousand miles in one day changed from "the world of the Great Sui" to "sword qi walking".

Ning Yi is no longer the previous "one sword of everything", fighting in close quarters.

Instead, it drives Lord Pei Min's "sword hide", and uses the sword to kill.

Flying swords at hand.

A puddle of blood.

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