The cultivation system of the five clans of the Northern Hate Heaven Clan is completely different from that of ordinary cultivators, they pay more attention to the cultivation of the physical body, while most of the people who practice the Dao Law pay attention to the control of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.

The Qiang general, who was already equivalent to the peak of the Divine Mind Realm and even half a step away from the Habitat Realm, was unable to kill a Divine Dynasty monk in the middle of the Divine Mind Realm with a single blow, in his opinion, this was somewhat incredible, you must know that physical cultivation can be said to be able to completely crush a cultivator of the same realm in terms of melee combat.

What surprised him even more was that the purple long sword in the young man's hand, under the first collision before, his other sword did not take any advantage in front of his black gold stick, and the Qiang general could feel his power explode in the young man's body, as for why he didn't tear the young man's body, he didn't know, but the next moment the other sword that the young man replaced was sharp to an unimaginable extent, and the nine sword intent was even more terrifying.

The Qiang general's eyes were a little cold when he looked at Ning Shu, he held the black gold stick and slashed to the ground, the rain splashed on both sides with the green bricks and soil, and a few gray mist floated from the cracked soil ridges, condensing lions and tigers and other beasts, and an angry roar sounded in the street, heading straight for Ning Shu.

Just when the gray mist of the beast with the smell of decay was about to shroud the top of Ning Shu's head, Ning Shu had a horizontal sword in his hand, threw it into the air, fifty strings flashed out, and a sword groan sounded in the rain curtain, and the purple sword light swam among the beasts, as if entering a no-man's land, there was no enemy, and the hideous beasts turned into gray smoke and dispersed in the wind and rain in an instant.

Quiet streets, quiet wind and rain, quiet people.

The Qiang general looked at the black gold stick that had been cut off in his hand, and looked at the flickering purple light before, and his heart stirred.

In the early years, when he was in the tribe, he once saw an old man with a sword on his back, and the old man once said that there are countless people who have used the sword as a magic weapon in this world from ancient times to the present, but there are very few people who really concentrate on using the sword and regard the sword as their life.

A sword comes out and ten thousand laws are broken.

At that time, the old man stroked the sword that was across his knees, and recited a poem with some regret: "The sword light breaks through the sky and the earth is shocked, and the stars and rivers are quiet. ”

Without waiting for him to continue to reminisce, then he saw Ning Shu holding the sword in his hand, flicking the sword body with his cyan sleeves, and with the completion of these actions, a divine light emanated from his body and the purple qi of the sword body was entangled, and for a while, the two colors filled the eyes of the Qiang general, and his hand holding the black gold stick couldn't help but loosen.

Suddenly, a sword light swept through his eyes, and then stopped.

"It's not good, don't look at his sword!" the Qiang general exclaimed in his heart.

He was horrified in his heart, his eyes tingled, the sword was no longer a sword light at this moment, but like a surging river covering his body, followed by a sword groan, even more decisive and crisp than the previous time, and endless murderous aura swept down.

The sword light dissipated, and the Qiang general fell into the water, his face frightened, and the shadow of a sword was reflected in his dilated pupils.

The sword has a sword intent, people have a human heart, when the sword intent is idealistic, with the murderous aura in the heart soaring, sharp and boundless, the sword momentum is naturally sharp.

The sound of the sword echoed in this wind and rain, and the rain poured down.

There was a wall and countless rains outside the courtyard, and the three people in the courtyard naturally heard the murderous sword roar outside the wall.

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"Are you really going to find that teenager?"

"Hmm. ”

"But he is only thinking about it, will he be a little risky. ”

"It's not about cultivation, although I haven't seen him draw a sword, but I can feel that he is such a person, and only that kind of person can cut such a sword. ”

Xie Ximeng listened to the sword groan, remembered the conversation with Ji Xunli before leaving, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, revealing a smile.

But in this world, there are always people who are happy and some are sad, since Xie Ximeng smiled, the little prince of the Huns Hu Yantu naturally could not be happy with him, when he felt the murderous aura coming from outside the courtyard, his heart was cold, knowing that the back hand he left was no longer there, and his mind was chaotic, and he was crossed by Xie Ximeng's sword light, and between the clear cry of the peacock, the soul dissipated directly in the air and turned into dust.

Xie Ximeng was waiting for this sword.

Just like what he told Ning Shu when he was hiding from the rain under the eaves of Bailu Guozhen, he only needed Ning Shu to help him fight for a sword that could be concentrated and undisturbed.

This sword contains all the essence and spirit that Xie Ximeng has accumulated, which can kill the little Hun prince whose realm is not weaker than him with one blow.

The battle between the strong is so simple and clear, thousands of moves are all in one sword, even the Hating Heaven Clan, which is known for its physique, cannot resist.

The only two people in the courtyard stood in the rain, Xie Ximeng's expression was very calm, without a trace of superfluous emotion, the sword wrapped with five-colored light was held in his hand, and the five streamers flew around him like a peacock opening the screen, and the wind and rain did not enter.

According to the original plan, after killing the real master behind the Bear Axe Gang, the little Hun prince Hu Yantu, the mission has been successfully completed, but Xie Ximeng is still vigilant, and he has not even withdrawn his sword into the scabbard, because there is still a person in front of him.

It was the young man he struck with his first sword when he entered the courtyard, for in his opinion this ordinary-looking young man was more of a threat than the Hun prince and the leader of the Qian.

The young man did not speak, but withdrew the short sword into his sleeve, bent down, and picked up the paper umbrella with only the umbrella bones at his feet, and as he made this simple umbrella lifting motion, ripples appeared on the umbrella bones, and when the umbrella was raised from the ground to the top of his head, the paper umbrella already had a complete umbrella surface.

A complete castle is painted on it, and if you look closely, it is the city of Los Angeles at your feet.

The silence between the two was broken for only a moment.

The courtyard gate that was covered by the wind and rain was pushed open, and a young man walked in with a purple sword in his hand, his hair was a little messy, his blue clothes were stained with blood, black and red were intertwined, and his pupils flashed with the same purple light as the sword body.

It's Ning Shu.

The young man holding the umbrella looked at the young man who walked to Xie Ximeng's side and said with a smile: "This little guy you brought is not bad. ”

Then he looked at Ning Shu and asked, "Young man, which kendo you studied from?"

Ning Shu responded with silence, he looked at this person and frowned, his eyes flashed with essence, in his perception world, this young man did not exist.

As long as it is a living being, there will be life fluctuations on his body, and the cultivator has fluctuations in the Dharma, if he can't sense the fluctuation of the Dharma, there are only two possibilities, one is that this person is an ordinary person, and the other is that this person's cultivation is unfathomable, but if he can't sense the fluctuation of life, it can only mean that he is not a living being.

But Ning Shu could really see his existence, and even the corners of his mouth raised when he smiled.

Xie Ximeng glanced at the purple qi on Ning Shu's body, then turned his head to look at the young man, and said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't have come here." ”

"It's been a long time since I've been back, so I want to come back and see, you see, how much the city has changed, even the umbrella in my hand is already the same as it was many years ago. The young man lowered his eyebrows, as if nostalgic.

"I didn't expect you to go north. ”

"This world is so big, where can't I go?"

There is only a simple dialogue, because the protagonists in the scene are Xie Ximeng and the young man, Ning Shu and the others are just invited helpers, the difference is that Ning Shu is alive, while the others are dead.

Obviously, the two know each other, otherwise there would not be such a conversation, and it is also obvious that the two have contradictions, otherwise they would not draw their swords against each other.

This young man is very strong, otherwise he would not be standing until now, so strong that Xie Ximeng's expression was very cautious.

"You can stay here with this body. Xie Ximeng raised his sword-holding arm and pointed out a sword from afar.

At this moment, the five-colored light around him seemed to hear the war drums of the attack in the army, and turned into five long swords of different colors, so fast that they only left afterimages in the air, and slashed straight at the young man holding the umbrella from five directions.

The young man raised his umbrella and greeted him like a shield, except that the shield was not for defense, but for offense.

He wanted to break through Xie Ximeng's five swords.

The umbrella surface began to rotate, and as the umbrella surface rotated, the aura emitted became weird, and it was more clearly seen in Ning Shu's purple pupils.

The umbrella came to life, to be precise, the Los Angeles on the umbrella came to life.

Vivid figures jumped out of the umbrella surface, butchers with knives, blacksmiths, sword-dancing artists, and soldiers defending the city......

Every figure was so real, the knife in the butcher's hand was still bloody, as if a pig had just been slaughtered, and the hammer in the hand of the blacksmith was still glowing red after the heat......

And as the figures became more and more condensed, they all became murderous, and these dozens of worldly figures seemed to have killed many people, every two figures were wrapped around a sword, and the remaining figures rushed towards Xie Ximeng and Ning Shu.

Ning Shu held the fifty strings and slashed horizontally, and a purple sword light spread out, cutting off the two figures that ushered in him, but the figures did not dissipate, but they actually merged together after the sword light slashed.

Draw the knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more.

Ning Shu was slightly shocked, these images of people coming out of the picture on the umbrella surface had an immortal body, he looked at it with purple eyes, and only felt that these figures were more condensed than when they first came out of the umbrella, as if they would become flesh and blood in the next second.

At that moment, a tinkling sound sounded in his ears.

After the sound, the scene in front of Ning Shu's eyes changed suddenly, Xie Ximeng was still standing in place, his index finger flicked on the sword, and the young man was also standing in the previous position holding an umbrella, while he himself made a sword-swinging motion.

The blade of the sword did not point forward, but across his neck.

There are many illusions, everything is false, everything that has been before is false.