The crescent moon is like a hook, and the hazy clear light spills from the sky, coating the majestic Sword Pavilion with a layer of thin veil.

Your Excellency the Sword, countless people with Qinghui on their shoulders are standing quietly on the gimbal, looking at the monument, silent.

Even though it was late at night, no one left.

Tonight, countless people are destined to be sleepless.

In just one white, the three words Ning Baifeng have jumped from the lowest level of the monument to the fourth layer.

Such a speed can no longer be described as fast, but should be called a demon.

At this point, it will be halfway through the night.

Among the people gathered in front of the stone monument, someone let out an exclamation.

"Fifth floor!"

The much-anticipated name climbed up one level again.

Such a result is already on par with the previous three.

But if you really want to compare, Ning Baifeng has no doubt that he crushed everyone.

Nan Qiuye and Qi Yu, who were standing on the periphery, glanced at each other, and then let out a wry smile.

Someone in the crowd muttered to themselves, "It's all on the fifth floor, it's time to come out." ”

The sound was not loud, but it spread far away between the quiet gimbals, and many people heard the words.

And this seems to be the voice of everyone.

Ascend to the fifth floor, it's time to come out.

However, there was no movement on the Sword Pavilion.

On the edge of the cliff of Shangyang Peak.

Zhuo Xinyuan turned his head to look at his apprentice and asked with a smile, "How many floors do you think he can climb now?"

Yue Hanyi's face was a little stiff.

When the master asked him at first, although he didn't answer this question, in his heart, he actually already had the answer.

However, the next development was somewhat beyond his imagination.

In such a short period of time, he actually walked up to the fifth floor.

In comparison, it was like a joke that he barely managed to get to the fifth floor after working hard for three months.

Facing this question again, Yue Hanyi pursed his lips, and prepared to say the fifth layer in a hoarse voice.

However, seeing the master's calm and indifferent eyes, he swallowed this answer back into his stomach, and slowly spit out two words, "Six layers." ”

Zhuo Xinyuan looked at Yue Hanyi, a little angry, mourning his misfortune.

This disciple is good everywhere, respects the teacher, but only in terms of heart, he is always inferior.

This is a far cry from myself.

Disciples are like teachers, this is the most important point in accepting disciples, otherwise it is easy to have Zuo Ci and Liu Yu.

But if the disciple is too much like a master, then his future achievements

Zhuo Xinyuan felt a little sorry for him.

With Yue Hanyi's qualifications, if it was in the past, he must have been extremely outstanding, but he is in a great world where the qi of heaven and earth has returned, and it is a great sadness to stand with these more outstanding people.

Zhuo Xinyuan shook his head lightly and sighed, but looking at Yue Hanyi's eyes, he was full of relief.

Yue Hanyi's face was stunned, and he didn't know what this meant.

Say it wrong yourself?

Zhuo Xinyuan didn't say anything more, looked up at the Sword Pavilion, and said in his heart: "This is your arrangement? ”

Thinking of the wind, the night wind blew from the cold mountain in the distance, and when it stirred the hair and robe, it also brought the movement on the gimbal.

Vaguely, Yue Hanyi's face turned pale when he heard those words.

The voice that floated through had the words six layers in it.

Ning Baifeng looked back at the pavilion that had dissipated like a mist, and let out a long sigh of relief.

I have compared three refining, learned sword intent condensation, written mountain wall stone carvings, fought with fists and feet, and just asked the way stick method.

These were all things he had experienced, but they were all in the form of sword intent.

When fighting with fists and feet, that kind of sword intent is not only the form of martial arts true intent, although there is no true qi flow and body, but when the fist arrives, there is the pain of sword intent attacking the mind when the punch hits it, which is no less than the original body of Su Lao.

survived the fist and foot fight, and then asked for directions.

Using a sword as a staff method, Ning Baifeng had done it before, but it was far less terrifying than the one in the pavilion.

Especially the finger in the Asking Stick method, a sword stabbed out,

It really gives birth to a feeling of piercing the sky.

Ning Baifeng had practiced all of them hard, so after the initial eye-opening, he was able to adapt to them quickly.

Therefore, it doesn't feel like a lot of effort to learn.

Even because he walked through a few places, he raised a kind of sword pavilion to climb the tower, but this is the feeling.

The stone path continues onwards.

There were no forks in the road, and there was no gazebo, and after walking for a long time, Ning Baifeng slowly stopped.

A thick fog stopped in front of the road.

Ning Baifeng looked at this thick fog and felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

If this place really changed according to his divine imagination, then the next place was a place where his mind was quite complicated.

There, he experienced a desperate fight but could not do anything, and a desperate attempt to survive.

This place has a great image of him.

Standing still for a long time, Ning Baifeng took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and walked into the fog.

Through the thick fog, a valley came into view.

On the round platform directly opposite the front, a young man in white sat down. In the mid-air above the valley, countless sword shadows flew and circled.

The young man who looked exactly like him opened his eyes and laughed softly, "You're here." ”

The tone is calm and the attitude is familiar, like an old friend reuniting after a long absence.

Ning Baifeng didn't speak.

The white-clothed young man in front of him was different from the image he had encountered before that would only teach sword intent. He could clearly feel that the other party's mellow demeanor was like a living person.

The two people standing opposite each other, dressed in the same clothes and looking similar, as if they were looking in a mirror.

Ning Baifeng slowly walked to the front of the stone platform and asked calmly, "What do you want to teach me?"

The young man in white smiled and shook his head, "You are me, and how can I teach you." ”

Ning Baifeng said, "Since that's the case, then what are you going to do in it?"

The young man in white smiled: "I want to go out for a walk, but I can't get out, the only way is for someone to replace me." ”

Ning Baifeng nodded slowly, as if he understood what the other party meant, and said, "I once read a miscellaneous book about divine souls, which recorded a very strange thing. It is said that everything in the world has two sides, and good people have evil thoughts in their hearts, and wicked people have good intentions in their hearts. ”

"So, you're the other me?"

The white-clothed young man on the opposite side nodded slightly.

Ning Baifeng asked again, "Then are you good or evil?"

The young man in white asked rhetorically, "Are you good or evil?"

Ning Baifeng replied, "Although I am not a good person, I am not a wicked person. ”

The young man in white smiled: "I am neither a wicked person nor a good person. ”

The question and answer between the two seems boring, but there is another deep meaning.

Ning Baifeng didn't continue to ask.

Because he already has the answer in his heart.

The only thing left to do now is to show your sword and slash the opponent.

The young man in white knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Since you know the two sides of yang, then it is very clear that you can't kill me." ”

Ning Baifeng didn't speak, and waved his hand upward.

In mid-air, several sword shadows separated and stabbed at the white-clothed youth.

However, although Ning Baifeng moved quickly, the white-clothed young man didn't do anything, and some sword intent appeared in front of him, blocking his attack.

Ning Baifeng was not surprised at all, and said indifferently: "Since you are not afraid that I will kill you, then why do you have to fight back." ”

After an instant fight, the young man in white replied with a smile, "I'm just afraid of hurting you." ”

Ning Baifeng turned the sword trick in his hand.

Several more sword shadows flew down.

This time, the young man in white did not dodge or dodge, and looked at him with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the shadow of the sword pierced the chamber of the white-clothed young man.

Passed through without the slightest trace.

However, Ning Baifeng, who was standing outside, suddenly touched his hand and knelt on the ground.

Several tearing pains came from the abdomen, and the red blood leaked from the clothes, staining a large area of red.

Ning Baifeng endured the severe pain and let go of his hand, his entire palm dripping with blood.

The young man in white sneered: "What? It's you who suffers!"

Ning Baifeng, who was half-kneeling on the ground, raised his head, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Since I can't kill you, then kill myself."

Finish. ”

His voice remained steadfast, not trembling at the pain, even though it penetrated deep into his soul.

However, for Ning Baifeng, these have long been accustomed to this.

The young man in white sneered: "Are you willing to die, there are still so many things that have not been done, so many wishes have not been fulfilled, and you are really willing to die?"

Ning Baifeng staggered to his feet, and the sword technique in his left hand rose again.

The shadow of the sword in the air swarmed the enemy like a swarm of swarms, swarming up.

However, the target is not the young man in white, the real one is himself.

He really planned to kill himself!

The young man in white didn't move, and sneered in return.

The sword shadow came in an instant, and when the first sword shadow pierced into his body, Ning Baifeng gritted his teeth and insisted, followed by several and dozens of sword shadows piercing into his body.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Baifeng was a bloody man.

However, a strange scene appeared, and after these sword shadows pierced his body, they never came out again.

The young man in white changed color slightly.

When nearly a hundred sword shadows pierced into his body, Ning Baifeng still looked calm even though he had thousands of piercing holes and blood flowing all over the ground.

As if this was not his own, or that this pain from the depths of the soul did not exist.

The young man in white looked at the identical but extremely calm face, couldn't hold back any longer, shouted angrily, and then waved his sleeves.

The sword shadow in the sky disappeared in an instant, and even the blood stains on Ning Bai Peak disappeared.

Such a bizarre scene is stunning.

However, Ning Baifeng didn't care, just stood quietly in place.

The young man in white turned pale, "How did you find out?!"

Ning Baifeng said indifferently: "I didn't find anything, from the beginning, I didn't believe your words. Even since this is a transformation of my imagination, it should be up to me, not you!"

The young man in white couldn't stop laughing, and only after a long time did he say: "What you think is what I think, you and I are one and the same, you can't kill me, but this is a fact!"

Ning Baifeng smiled lightly, he slowly raised his right hand, holding the scroll in his palm.

"Throughout, I had a sense of fear of this place, and I was even afraid to face it. ”

His words did not stop, but the scroll in his hand was regarded as a sword, or a brush, writing in the air, and the sword intent condensed in front of him.

"So the first moment I saw you, I even wanted to turn around and run away, but I still endured it. ”

After saying this, a clear big character was frozen in the air.

This is a "Pro" word.

"So when I asked you what to teach me, you said you couldn't teach me, and at this moment I understood that I had to teach myself. ”

The word "soldier" appears again.

Ning Baifeng walked around the white-clothed young man on the stone platform while writing, as if he was strolling leisurely.

"Since it's something I've learned before, and it's something similar to this scene, then there's only the Solitary Sword Formation. This is what I have seen several times, and I have also seen the mantra on the sword. However, because of these reasons for not daring to look at it directly, and deliberately ignoring it, it has led to not practicing from the beginning to the end. ”

Another word appeared.

The young man in white asked, "Then how can you suddenly have the courage to face these things head-on?!"

Ning Baifeng kept the scroll in his hand, and replied with a smile: "Because of the three months I have been standing outside the Sword Pavilion, I have figured out some things. ”

One word after another appeared around the young man in white, slowly spinning.

When the last word was condensed in front of the scroll, Ning Baifeng just waved his arm slightly.

The words instantly elongated, forming a long sword, and then rushed towards the white-clothed youth, and then merged into one.

A translucent long sword hovered over the round platform, crystal clear.

Ning Baifeng hooked his hand towards the sword.

The crystal long sword flew over in an instant, stabbing directly into Ning Baifeng's eyebrows.

There is no blood splattering, and no brains disintegrating.

Everything is like a fresh breeze, and the clouds are clearing.

Ning Baifeng whispered, "Since it is my sword intent, I should naturally return to my origin." ”

As he muttered to himself, the valley in front of him slowly dispersed, and a wooden door appeared in front of the stone path.

Ning Baifeng smiled and walked forward.

He wanted to know what the seventh floor would look like.

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