The mountain roads are rugged.

The sword qi reverberate.

The two figures swept one after the other, sweeping on Qingshan Avenue.

The towering ancient trees were uprooted all the way, the "young gentleman" of the academy, his body was light and fluttering like a leaf of duckweed, stepping on the branches of the ancient trees, the heavy rain was majestic, the wind rose suddenly, and the thick leaves dipped in thick ink raindrops were swept up by the strong wind, with behind him, his face was calm as usual, his two big sleeves fluttered with the wind, his body was almost parallel to the ground, and the dragonfly stepped on it like water, and it shot out like a swift arrow.

Great self lies between heaven and earth.

When he reached his realm, he breathed in and out, and had the rhythm of heaven and earth.

The starlight was mottled, more violent than the wind, and Chaotianzi no longer restrained himself, but was ready to let go of his hands and feet for a real battle.

This large green mountain, in the midst of the storm and the occasional flash of thunder, seems majestic and silent.

A sharp wind swept by.

The young man behind him with a sword weapon near the sculpture, silently running on the mountain road of the green mountains, Ning Yi's speed was not fast, and the divine thought of "sword weapon near" was able to recover, all thanks to his "White Bone Plain", the divine crystals of the Lionheart Emperor were stripped away, and when the battle did not break out, the divine thought of the great sword cultivator fell silent.

Countless gravels and trees smashed head-on, Ning Yi's face was resolute, and the sword qi in his body cut everything that stood in front of him.

The gentle and mellow voice of the sword weapon sounded again in Ning Yi's heart lake.

"The sword cultivation path you have taken is very good..... After me, there are many amazing juniors in the world, and that's a good thing. He paused and muttered, "This person's kendo attainments, if you keep going, it will be very scary." ”

Ning Yi knew who the sword weapon was talking about.

The path of his own sword cultivation can be opened up, all thanks to Xu Zang.

And Xu Zang's kendo was taught by Master Pei Min.

Ning Yi raised his head, and the "young scholar" who was sweeping extremely fast seemed to have specially chosen this Daqing Mountain as the battlefield.

The incense of Tianfu stretches, this Daqing Mountain has a lot of accumulation and creation, and the "young scholars" are sweeping all the way, constantly absorbing the vitality and starlight between heaven and earth, trying to strengthen their own body and reach the peak of the trend.

The divine thought of the sword weapon did not seem to fluctuate too much, and the senior also saw what the "young scholar" did, but he didn't care, he just ignored it indifferently and let the "young scholar" continue to climb.

"Senior...... Who is your real opponent?"

Ning Yi asked cautiously.

The divine thought near the sword weapon fell silent for a moment.

"Even if it is placed in the Great Sui world, the four realms, in the past thousand years, can at least be included in the top ten. ”

Ning Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

The sword weapon has recently reached an extremely high realm, and it can be so praised by him......

What kind of person is this?

"Rest assured...... Surely you've heard of it. The sword weapon said calmly: "His title and rank are extremely high, and the hole card that the academy can best get is him." ”

Ning Yi already had an answer in his heart.

The sword weapon muttered: "I am only one step away from breaking the realm, and I was taken advantage of by Cao Bi and others to design it, and they took the dragon algae turtle Wen and Bai Hong to suppress my small cave and bring the entire small cave to the imperial tomb. ”

Speaking of this, the sword weapon paused closely, and Ning Yi could feel that the thoughts of his predecessors scanned around his body, as if he wanted to see if he had stepped into that imperial tomb.

The answer is obvious.

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Sword Weapon chuckled and continued: "That battle was not a tragic battle, the three great sword cultivators of the academy underestimated my strength, if they were to fight alone, at best...... It's not as good as the Chaotianzi in front of me, so I grabbed three swords and prepared to retreat again and break through, but there was an accident. ”

Ning Yi came to the top of Daqing Mountain and placed the clay statue on the ground.

He let out a long breath, knowing roughly what was going on.

The sword weapon sitting with his hands on his knees was close, and his face gradually became bright.

The voice of the thought grew heavy.

"Ning Yi. ”

"To be immortal...... Hard. It's really hard. ”

"I left a mouthful of divine thoughts, the sword qi in the small cave heaven blocked the remnants of divinity, just to meet this battle. ”

The black-robed young man stared at the tall clay stone statue, and the divine thought near the sword weapon said slowly: "After this battle, if this body is not broken, then if you inject divinity, I will still recover...... But the divinity you have to pay is no longer what it is now. ”

Ning Yi stood in the heavy rain.

He pursed his lips and clenched his fists.

In the final battle, facing the big man in Ying Tianfu, even the sword weapon was close to the seniors...... Isn't there much certainty either?

The statue didn't come to life immediately, but the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and he said softly: "Sword Dao cultivation, thousands of paths, sword finger killing is the easiest method...... I'll take three flying swords as an example to give you a piece of creation. ”

Ning Yi slowly closed his eyes.

He silently recited a word in his heart.

"Good. ”

The divine thoughts of the sword weapon were rippling between the heart lakes, and the divine soul of the old ancestor of the White Deer Cave Academy was quite gentle, and it did not give him the slightest discomfort

Jian Jian said softly: "Ning Yi, take it easy." ”

Ning Yi let go of his body and let the divine thoughts pass through the three hundred and sixty points around his body.

He knew that this was a sword weapon close to his predecessors, and he wanted to borrow his body to lead out the "ultimate adversary".

......

......

Chaotianzi, who was suspended in the air, had big sleeves and big robes, the bulge was fully swollen, his sideburns became swaying and growing, his face was full of energy, his skin was translucent and bright, the essence in his eyes skyrocketed, and the whole person returned to the youngest moment.

Suddenly like a fairy.

Nirvana realm, life to death.

If you fight with all your might, you will slowly wade through the long river of life you have walked through, and choose the realm where your combat power is the strongest.

Raise your two palms to the sky and fold them slowly.

The general trend of heaven and earth, the fusion of wind and clouds.

"I thought that after all these years, the White Deer Cave Academy had already exhausted the so-called 'hole cards'......" Chaotianzi narrowed his eyes, folded his palms with his hands, and aimed his palms at the black-robed boy and the clay stone statue: "I never thought that the so-called Great Sword Cultivation was born, how are you sealed?"

The clay statue did not move.

Ning Yi coldly spit out three words.

"The sword is close!"

"The sword is near...... Nameless rats. ”

The "young scholar" who has been extremely old for a long time said indifferently: "I have practiced for hundreds of years, and I have been invincible all the way, and I have only relied on my fists and feet in my life, and I have always despised swords. ”

That's all I said.

Palms stacked on the backs of palms.

The thunder suddenly fell, and the green mountains trembled.

The wind swept down from the top of Qingshan Mountain, and the Ling Yan Wind Knife blew through in an instant, crossing the ancient trees and weeds, the creatures bowed their heads, and the blades of grass flew.

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A huge handprint, covered on the top of Qingshan Mountain, the ancient trees that rose from the ground were crushed into powder from top to bottom by this huge palm print, shattered, bloomed a canopy of sawdust, starlight and rain swirled against the current.

The center of the storm is very different from the outside, and after the showers of strong winds and waves, everything is quiet.

Three hanging swords, unmoving and unshaking.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes with a calm expression.

At this moment, Ning Yi's kendo cultivation reached an incredible level.

He slowly raised a hand.

As in the Qingshan Mansion before, he first tapped the "White Rainbow" with one finger, but this hanging sword with a very high rank did not lean forward and rush forward extremely quickly as before, but paused slightly, and the tip of the sword pointing downward to the ground slowly moved forward, and waited until Ning Yi struck the third hanging sword at the same "slow" speed, and when his fingers touched the thick sword body of the "Turtle Wen", and made a dull impact-

The three hanging swords burst out upwards almost at the same time, and the three colors of black, white, and red were entangled between heaven and earth.

The wind crushed.

Raindrops cleave.

Ancient wood crushed.

The shoulder of the "young scholar" was smashed through with a "whoosh", and the pupils of Chaotianzi contracted, and this time his shoulder, there was real pain, and what flew out was no longer scattered starlight, but blood beads mixed with scarlet.

"Command the sword to kill the method......" Ning Yi muttered softly.

The divine thoughts of the sword weapon wandered all over the body.

Between heaven and earth, above the green mountains, the sword qi stretches like a long line, scarlet like blood, pitch black like night, miserable white like heavy snow and thunder, pointing to the method of killing, the sword is all based on a mouthful of ideas, the sword gas is turned into a line, Ning Yi is the "sword man" in this world.

A ray of light flashed in Ning Yi's eyes.

He clenched his five fingers and pulled through the air, the body of the "young scholar", the back of the heart, like being struck by lightning, the whole person was pale and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, the "dragon algae" long sword came and went, it had penetrated the heart and lungs dozens of back and forth, and the speed of the sword qi was so fast and ruthless that it was incredible.

In the tomb of the dean, the "old gentleman" who had stayed in the Nirvana realm for a long time, even in his current heyday, could not capture the trajectory of the sword qi with his naked eyes and divine thoughts.

Standing on top of the green mountain, relaxing his body, Ning Yi, who was all controlled by the sword weapon and the idea of "controlling the sword to kill", seemed to have been immersed in an extremely mysterious realm.

Three long swords, in the fingertips of "Ning Yi" continued to bloom blood flowers, above the green mountain, the young scholar was ravaged back and forth by the sword qi, countless times wanted to lift a breath of energy, with both fists and feet to smash this sword qi, to bully in front of Ning Yi's body, after all, there was no choice, and finally lost all his demeanor, drenched in blood, his cloak was emanated, and he let out a long howl.

"The sword weapon is close, can you dare to fight in a dignified manner?!"

The night was lit by thunder.

"Okay!" Ning Yi stood up, at this moment, his eyes burned with blazing golden light, under the green mountains, in the mausoleum buried under the academy, there seemed to be a powerful idea that began to revivenation.

The soul thought of the sword weapon was attached to Ning Yi's body.

He got up and swept out.

In the bottom of my heart, I silently recited the four words of sword finger killing.

The three long swords of Longzao Turtle Wen Baihong are staggered and interspersed, and they return closely.

The "young scholar" had a hideous face, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed down head-on-

Ning Yi threw a punch.

Between heaven and earth, a canopy of blood mist exploded.

The three academies were proud, and they cultivated as the "Son of Heaven" who was high in the realm of Nirvana, and they were smashed apart by the punch of the sword weapon that gathered the sword intent closely!

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