After the antelope's backstab was blocked by the Haotian Mirror, Ning Ji didn't entangle at all, withdrew his sword with his arm, and his figure flickered and disappeared again.

Ning Ji's body is extremely fast, just like a pitch-black lightning, floating and flashing, difficult to catch. Previously, Zhuo Yuming was able to stop the sword with Haotian Mirror by relying on qi machine induction, instead of relying on his eyes to see through the trajectory of the other party's body.

The blue eyes and white pupils opened, and the blue and white light filled the eyes, relying on the blessing of the pupil technique, the line of sight was finally able to keep up with the black streamer. Zhuo Yuming secretly thought in his heart, even his own Thunder Escape Technique might not be much faster than the other party. But his own thunder escape is the magic power in the Shenxiao Thunder Method, and the spiritual power consumption is very large when it is used, and the movement is not small, which is not very suitable for frequent use in battle. And the other party's body speed is just under normal conditions, if there is any secret technique that can improve the body method, then he will be suppressed by the other party in terms of speed, and it will be almost difficult to fight back.

Fortunately, Ningji only maintained the speed at this level, and did not improve again.

With his knowledge, of course, he found out that Zhuo Yuming had used some kind of pupil magic power, but when he noticed that Zhuo Yuming's eyes were always firmly chasing him, he was quite surprised that the other party could easily keep up with his speed.

The black light flashed, and only a sound was heard,

Zhuo Yuming smashed to the ground like a meteorite falling from the sky, and the white shadow crossed the sky, falling straight to the ground, and smashed a big crater with a bang, and the smoke and dust rose violently.

In mid-air, a young sword in black maintained a slashing shape with a sword in both hands, and under the blade of the long sword was a copper-colored treasure mirror.

Although a sword slashed the other party away, the black-clothed sword cultivator's British face, which was enough to make countless mountain fairies and women obsessed, did not have the slightest joy. But his eyes were squinted, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.

Just now, he had already pushed his body technique to the extreme, but at the last moment, Zhuo Yuming still blocked the sword with the Haotian Mirror.

Before the flying dust had dissipated, a thick golden thunderbolt burst out from the smoke and dust, rushing straight away from the bottom up against the black clothes in the air.

Ning Ji waved his hand casually, and a sharp sword qi slashed out, directly stirring up the Gengjin Xuanlei.

Zhuo Yuming, who had previously been slashed by the force of the shock on the Haotian Mirror, stood in the big pit, his hands raised slightly, and there was a knife light on both palms.

Two streams of blue and blue sword light staggered towards the black-clothed sword cultivator in the air, and the two fierce qi machines like slashing Yue and breaking the river firmly blocked the black-clothed figure. The two qi knives, one left and one right, crossed at Ning Ji.

Previously, it was just an empty-handed confrontation, and purely with sword qi, it could be fought with the Eight Desolation Divine Sword. Now that he has a top-level magic weapon rank long sword in his hand, the Eight Desolation Divine Sword can still fight with his sword qi for half a catty and eight taels.

Ning Ji's sword speed was extremely fast, and everyone was dazzled, and the flowing firefly seemed to be slashing at the two sword lights at the same time in no particular order. The vast sword intent filled the ancient sword with a body like autumn water, and the two swords fell, and the cyan sword light shattered in an instant, dissipating without a trace. It was very different from the previous evenly matched scene, and the Eight Desolation Divine Sword collapsed in a single breath. As Zhuo Yuming's strongest means of attack, he was about to collapse under the opponent's sword.

Just as Ning Ji's wrist flipped and was about to keep up with the sword again, the Haotian Mirror, which was already suspended on the side, was already dimmed, suddenly trembled. Immediately after, the aura of this treasure suddenly rose, and the silver light was magnificent.

A pillar of silver light projected towards Ning Ji, and the powerful prohibition of the primordial divine light was opened by Zhuo Yuming at all costs of spiritual power.

This top-level treasure with nearly 100 prohibitions was fully opened for the first time after falling into Zhuo Yuming's hands, and he urged it with all his might. The erosion in the primordial divine light, the two forbidden forces that imprisoned it exploded with all its might. Even Ning Ji, the first day genius of the Void Spirit Realm, had to look pale, and his right hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously. With a sword stabbing straight through, the terrifying sword light rushed into the silver pillar of light, and in the sea of silver light, there seemed to be a golden light that was rampage like a deep sea beast.

Zhuo Yuming was not stupid enough to expect that with a top-level treasure, he would be able to suppress that world-famous young sword cultivator.

When Haotian Mirror was urging with all its might, several talismans were also scattered, and one after another spiritual light rushed towards Ning Ji, with the posture of a swarm of ants devouring elephants.

However, in the face of absolute strength, no matter how many magic powers are sea duckweed, only a little wave falls, and it is always the end of falling apart.

Ning Ji's sword intent suddenly exploded, and the cold sword light soared into the sky. The golden sword light instantly grew several times, and the blockade of the primordial divine light instantly collapsed and shattered. The long sword slashed in a circle, and all the talismans scattered in the sky were slashed, turning into starlight and floating in the air.

After sweeping away all the obstacles, he looked down, and a white-clothed figure stood proudly on the ground. The dazzling five-colored thunder light swam around the body like a dragon and snake, and the thunderclap roared, and a terrifying qi machine became more and more condensed, making everyone look sideways. The young man dressed in white was bathed in the tyrannical and beating thunder, like a thunder god descending into the world, with a solemn bearing.

Many of the onlookers who poured out of the snow building couldn't help but rise in the wind, away from this courtyard dotted with red plums.

The qi on the white-clothed young man is really too terrifying, once the domineering thunder method is deployed, the ghost knows if it will implicate the Quartet. And this is obviously a trick that comes out with all his strength, so Ning Ji's sword must also add a little more skill. These two people, one is Lei Fa, who is known for his violent and domineering manner, and the other is an invincible and fierce sword qi, once they collide together, the probability of being affected by the pond fish is extremely high. Some of the monks with lower cultivation took the light and fled far away.

Ning Ji looked at Zhuo Yuming, who seemed to be wearing thunder light armor, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The monks of this cave realm really have some skills, these magic powers are more weird than the same, the same as the same domineering, how can ordinary cave monks have such means. I'm afraid that even ordinary monks in the Tibetan realm will not be able to get the slightest favor in his hands.

At the moment, this thunder magic power is obviously extremely domineering, and even he feels a trace of threat from the terrifying qi full of tyranny. If his sword qi can't break through this thunder magic power, there is a chance that he will die under him.

Zhuo Yuming squinted his eyes and looked at the black-clothed sword cultivator who had been so well-groomed.

The other party obviously has great confidence in his own cultivation, and seeing that he has been gathering momentum for a long time, he actually wants to let himself urge the Heavenly Thunder Extreme Industry to the extreme, and then he will break it with his sword.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Zhuo Yuming pushed forward with both hands.

A bright thunderbolt of five colors was like a dragon breaking through the sea, shooting towards the black clothes in the air, destroying the city and shaking the mountain, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

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