The fish in the river can swallow the moon, and the young man chases the moonlight with his sword.

Ning Shu stepped on the river waves, and the long sword in his hand went hand in hand with the fifty strings in mid-air.

Countless white sword lights shrouded the Heaven Devouring King inside, as if the full moon in the sky had been disintegrated into bundles of sword qi.

Hazy, psychedelic.

The villagers of Nanlian Village were awakened by the sound of waves coming from outside the house, and at first they thought it was rain and thunder, but later they gradually realized that this was not the case at all, but the anger of the wind and rain crossing the Najing River.

Piercing screams, whispering noise.

If someone dares to take a look outside at this moment, they will find that a man in Tsing Yi is stepping on a hundred-foot-high river wave, as if he can reach out to pick the moonlight, and his side is wrapped with purple gas like a ribbon.

Opposite him, a huge black shadow harnessed the demonic energy, constantly swallowing clouds and spitting mist, trying to envelop the man in green clothes into it.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Ning Shu retreated backwards, falling from the waves into the riverbank, and the sound was made by the fifty strings slashing on the Heaven Swallowing King.

The King of Heaven Swallowing, as a type of scale armor, is also a water tribe spirit, naturally wants to cross the dragon gate and turn into a dragon body, but in this piece of heaven and earth, the real Canglong clan has long declined, and the dragon gate in the flood period is only a legend, and the dragon clan, one of the three immeasurable clans, will not pass on the secret method of his clan, and I don't know where it got this secret method, but it actually understands the art of turning into a dragon.

It has horns on the top of its head, and a dragon's body on its tail, and its scales are extremely hard.

It's no wonder that those cultivators who claim to want to slay demons and eliminate demons are reluctant to provoke it.

If it is really achieved by this heaven-swallowing king to cross the river god position, and then unify the entire Jing River, and then achieve the dragon king god position, then it is the real dragon consummation.

The battle lasted all night.

When the sky was slightly bright, Ning Shu stood by the river, as if he had never moved, as if he had never moved.

But the sounds of the night and the more faint talismans on the top of the mountain testify to what had happened here.

The villagers of Nandian Village stood in the distance and looked at the teenager on the riverbank, afraid to speak, because they knew that there was a big battle with the demon spirit in the river on Chinese New Year's Eve, and they were not sure if the teenager had won.

Mu Qing'er ran to Ning Shu's side and said in surprise: "You are so amazing!"

Ning Shu heard the subtle chatter of the villagers in his ears, and asked with a smile, "What did they ask you to ask?"

"Everyone wants to know ......," Mu Qing'er wiped the sweat from her palms with the hem of her clothes and said, "Have you succeeded?"

"Nope. ”

Ning Shu shook his head, last night he had a total of nine swords, using the power of the fifty-string Taiyin to hook the moonlight, and then using the mountain peak talisman to imprison the Heaven Devouring King, although he narrowed the gap brought by the realm, he still failed when the morning light came.

The King of Heaven Swallowing escaped into the river, and he was wounded a lot.

As he thought at the beginning, although this Heaven Swallowing King has the strength of a half-step dream, compared to Ning Shu, there is a gap in spells and weapons, but after all, there is a cultivation to suppress, even though Ning Shu has the transformed body of "Chengtian Imitation" and the sword technique of "Zhongtian Ziwei", he still can't solve the battle.

So Ning Shu was ready to stay for a long time from the beginning.

"Folks, let me ask you, you won't go, will you. Mu Qing'er bit her lip and said.

"No, it won't. Ning Shu replied again.

When Mu Qing'er heard this, she turned around and ran towards the village.

Ning Shu sat down on the spot, put his long sword across his lap, fifty strings hanging above his head, closed his eyes, and was wary of the changes in the river while resting and concentrating.

Now that he is seated, it is impossible for the sacrifice scheduled for noon to-day.

On the evening of the second day, the moon blossomed like practice.

The man on the riverbank was shimmering in green clothes, and the sword light crossed the wind and rain, and then retreated.

The river is choppy, and the mountains on both sides of the river are shaking.

Ning Shu only made six swords this time, three less than last time.

It's sunrise again.

Mu Qing'er looked at Ning Shu and asked, "How was last night?"

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose. Ning Shu replied solemnly.

In this way, another three days passed, and the moonlight went from clear to mutilated, and Ning Shu went from the beginning of the nine swords to the last sword.

The sound of the river waves became louder and louder, even surpassing the dry thunder in the spring.

Every night, the villagers would hear the sound of swords coming from the river, and through the papier-mâché windows, they could see the light of the sword like lightning, and they hoped that the young man standing by the lake would be able to slay the river demon.

Ning Shu was stained with blood, and his face was pale from blood loss.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the sword was stained with the demon blood of the Heaven Devouring King.

The huge black shadow in the river glanced at Ning Shu on the shore and disappeared on the river with the clouds.

Mu Qing'er stood in front of the River Temple, looking at Ning Shu who was sitting down, not knowing what to say.

Didn't win, but he didn't go either.

As I did a few times before, I don't need to ask anymore.

......

......

"What kind of disciple is he?"

In the mountains and forests in the distance, there were some people who witnessed everything that happened these nights, and it was only at this moment that someone finally asked this question.

They were the disciples of the Celestial Phenomena Sect who had passed by Nanlian Village before, and because of the injury and persistence of their senior brother, they were not in a hurry to set off and continue to go south.

"Hehe, it's just the end of the crossbow, I think the reason why he insists so much is just that he doesn't want to let go of that self-esteem, look at it, he will definitely run away in two days. One of them sneered.

The palace woman frowned and said: "The swordsmanship in his hand is quite mysterious, and it can be seen that the master must be extremely powerful, but the demon spirit in this river has almost fused the power of the entire river area crossed by wind and rain, he has hooked the moonlight in the sky these days, although the sword is getting less and less, the attack power is increasingly superimposed, in fact, it is consuming its own origin, and the demon spirit is constantly disintegrating the imprisoned power of the talisman, if he has no better way, he will be defeated here sooner or later." ”

"That's right. The young man at the head nodded and said, he also frowned, as if he couldn't understand the young man.

He fought with the King of the Swallowing Heaven, and his magic weapon gold brick was taken away, he knew very well the depth of the demon's deeds in this wind and rain, the young man seemed to be not weak in cultivation, and even had all kinds of mysterious means, but the gap in the realm was not so easy to make up, as the palace woman said, it was no problem to hold on for a few days, but it was impossible to keep consuming.

And the boy knew the result, why didn't he leave.

Want to die?

Or is it really for ridiculous pride?

If he relies on his will, will he be able to go far on his path of cultivation?

"Emotionality is a taboo for practitioners of my generation, if you can't let go of the obsession in your heart, you will be entangled by seven emotions and six desires in the future and die. Said the man who had mocked earlier.

The young man did not answer, but quietly looked at the figure sitting by the river.

He felt that this young man was very stupid, if he wanted to maintain his dignity, he could obviously have many choices, such as leaving first, waiting for a breakthrough in cultivation and then coming to take revenge, such as asking others for help, and then just running away.

Could it be that the lives of mortals in this village could be more precious than their own hard-earned cultivation?

But he chose the least cost-effective option, not only sticking to the river, but also fighting for his own source power.

The young man didn't feel that this choice was the right one, but he vaguely felt that he was missing something compared to this young man who seemed to be a loose cultivator.

"Senior brother, shall we go?"

"No...... I want to see how he ends up with it. ”

......

......

Ning Shu stood by the river.

He didn't know how many days he had been standing here.

There is no moon in the sky today.

Dark clouds obscured the night sky, glowing with a dark red light, and a faint thunder came from the depths of the clouds.

It's a prelude to the rain that's coming.

He frowned, clenching the sword in his hand tightly.

Without the power of Yuehua, Ning Shu's mana would be weakened by a large part.

And the dark clouds in the sky are not ordinary clouds, they are a kind of spell, so Ning Shu can't attract the power of Taiyin through the clouds.

The clouds gather, the wind rises.

Shakers.

Ning Shu was thinking about how to solve the dilemma in front of him, and the Sky Swallowing King was also thinking about how to solve Ning Shu's trouble, but in the end, it was the Sky Swallowing King who took the lead, and it cast a spell to cover the moonlight that Ning Shu was relying on with dark clouds.

The raindrops fell, wetting the young man's green shirt and rendering the blood stains on it even bigger.

The vision in front of him was blurred by the rainfall.

Ning Shu had heard that there was a magical power called "Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain" during the flood period, this method was not like the Taoist priests in the market to attract clouds and rain at will, but to call the nine days of Xunfeng, call three thousand weak water, blowing down a drop can destroy people's souls.

Although this Heaven Swallowing King did not have such an effect, it still had a great impact on Ning Shu.

Crash... Crash....

The river flooded ashore and hit Ning Shu.

A sword appeared in the sky, and a purple star shrouded down, staining the surface of the water a patch of purple.

"I said why are you so confident, it turns out that you have obtained the ancient crape myrtle method, no wonder you can deal with me for so long. ”

The Sky Swallowing King surfaced, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"The power of Taiyin, the law of crape myrtle, the strong body, the innate magic weapon......"

"You have an amazing legacy...... But even so, you have provoked me on my territory for so many days, even if your master comes, he can't save you, and today is your death day!"

A golden pill appeared in the middle of the horn of the Heaven Swallowing King, and a red light shot out from the golden pill, heading straight at Ning Shu on the shore.

"Bell. ”

The sound of gold and iron was staggered, and without the help of Yuehua and the mountain peak talisman, Ning Shu had to fight and retreat.

But under such consumption, he will definitely not be able to match the Heaven Devouring King as before.

Withdraw.

Retreat.

Until the river waves in the wind and rain surround Ning Shu.

"Hey, hey. ”

The Sky Swallowing King smirked, and the black shadows in the water let out a raging taunt.

Ning Shu sighed, knowing that he had fallen into disadvantage today, and if he was swallowed by the river waves, he would inevitably end up dead.

Thinking of this, a black light flashed in his hand, and a black spike appeared.