The small gray umbrella in the hand of the ghost cultivator has no wind and is automatic.

The corpse on the snow changed with the little umbrella.

A group of gray 'transparent little people' slowly emerged from the corpse, and then ran directly into the umbrella. As soon as the 'transparent little man' disappeared, the corpse on the ground began to burn with a layer of black ghost flames, and the corpse was burned clean in a few breaths.

The sky is about to twilight, the branches and snow are dancing, the snow road of Meishan Mountain, and the gray umbrella eats the dead soul.

Ning Shi's eyes were already wide, his aunt was called the sword-eating female demon, but she was just eating other people's swords, but this ghost cultivator in a mink coat was devouring the souls of the dead.

This is to make people immortal.

Ghost Flame Burning Ember.

As if nothing had happened.

But a few lives have been devoured, and they are still a group of soldiers who have been on the battlefield.

The narrow snow road, silently, the ghost cultivator not far away, rubbed his palm stained with a little blood on the mink coat.

The cold wind blew, blowing up the hair of the ghost cultivator, a thin layer of frost hung on his cold face, and his eyes were gray and dull, like dead things.

Ning Shi patted Chunye's thigh: "You're going to get ready for battle, you come down first." ”

You can't fight with Xiao Nizi on your back.

A distance of a hundred paces.

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

For ordinary martial artists, there is not much that can be done in these hundred steps, but for cultivators, and at least ghost cultivators above the armor-piercing realm, this distance is already very long.

Spring Night whispered: "This mink jacket should be a second-realm ghost cultivator, and his strength is not bad, don't be too reluctant." ”

Grudging?

Ning Shi raised his eyebrows, and the wooden sword was unsheathed.

Ye Qingniao had three knives in front of him.

Chen Yusheng lit his curse.

In Ning Shi's cultivation dictionary, there has never been the word reluctance, it is very strange, he is the one who says to be careful, but in the real face of ghost cultivation, the strongest desire to fight is still him: "Spring night, do you say that the big mink on that person will be very warm? I like that ermine!"

As Ning Shi spoke, he motioned to Ye Qingniao to put away the knife, and asked Chen Yusheng to extinguish his curse fire: "You don't seem to have seen the sword I practiced in the wind and snow, I am very powerful now, I don't lie to you, let me try it first, try it first, whether it is a ghost cultivation or our sword cultivation is powerful." ”

After speaking.

Ning Shi didn't forget to compare his own arms, as if this action could show that he was very strong.

Fifteen-year-old boy.

After only two years of learning the sword, how strong can it be?

It's very funny, I laughed directly on the spring night, the smile is very shallow, and the beauty is not good.

The smile of the spring night seemed to have fairy power, and it suddenly diluted the cold and gloomy on the snowy road, and the ghost cultivator who was a hundred steps away naturally saw Ning Shi, but this was really inconsequential to him: "A few little cubs who have not dried up, what kind of wind and waves can be stirred?

Descend from the Fallen Horse Grassland.

A radius of several hundred miles.

There are countless roads that can allow those Tang troops to scatter and flee, a Tang army soldier is a grass, but the mission is clear, not a single grass can leave the north alive.

None of the soldiers brought out by Li Tianyi's father, the emperor, from the divine capital of Luoyang, were allowed to go home.

This matter is a strategy formulated by the Northland tribes, the Magic Mountain, the Xiling Hu Kingdom and the Ghost Valley, this game of chess does not seek to destroy the Tang Kingdom, but it must also beat the Tang Kingdom into a sieve.

After this battle, there was no first country in the Four Seas Shenzhou, and everyone was on an equal footing.

Because enough attention.

So the task is demanding.

Huo Qianli had no time to waste, otherwise, he would not have killed just those nine deserters at the Sanchakou Restaurant, he would have killed all the people inside. He didn't even want to waste time waiting for the ghost flames in the restaurant to burn clean, as long as he collected Tang Zu's dead soul, the grass mowing would be done.

Huo Qianli is a ghost cultivator of the Ghost Valley Wicked Man Sect, and he knows the priorities.

As for Ning Shi, the wooden sword was in his hand, his expression instantly became serious, but he pondered in his heart: "I can't remember whether my aunt has fought with the ghost cultivator, it seems that I have to rely on myself, but I don't know if this ghost cultivator is really powerful, don't be a braggart, otherwise there is no way to test the results of my sword learning during this time." ”

Ning Shi has seen too many competitions.

So.

Fear is absent from him.

Watching his aunt's level of 'fairy fight' all year round, where would he still have a fear of ants fighting!

The first strike is stronger.

Ning Shi stepped on the ground, and the whole person rushed out directly.

Learning swords against the current in the earth river, desperately learning swords in the wind and snow, swinging swords 12,000 a day, and eating countless elixirs, Ning Shi's physique has been tempered very solid, and the real armor-piercing realm has even surpassed armor-piercing.

One kick.

A layer of snow.

One kick.

Three-zhang wind.

Ning Shi looked like a person, but he ran out of thousands of troops.

The snow is flying.

The ground is trembling.

Huo Qianli watched coldly, there was a little accident, a young man in a poor mountain and remote area, he didn't expect that he was still a cultivator, a standard sword cultivator, and he didn't know which righteous sect he was a disciple.

"It's a pity. ”

"I'm going to die here at a young age. ”

"Just play, play, these Tang pawns are also bad, their bones are a little uncomfortable, and the activity is just right. ”

Huo Qianli is a physical cultivator in the ghost path, and the exercises are as immobile as a mountain, so he let Ning Shi rush over, and he didn't even ask, in his mind: "The young man who is about to be killed is not qualified to tell his last words, arrogance has to pay a price, and being a fledgling is not a reason to make a mistake." ”

Ning Shi is sword cultivation.

Ning is not false for ten years.

But Ning Shi is a disciple of Meng Bajiu, Ning Shi is the only sword cultivator in the Sword Sect, and his sword is not an ordinary sword.

In this Four Seas God Prefecture, I really haven't heard of anyone who dares to be so bold and carry the sword of the Sword Gate.

At a distance of one hundred paces, Ning Shi took seven breaths.

The wooden sword stabbed straight out.

There are no fancy moves.

Only one sword.

Two of his own swords.

Snake moves!

Huo Qianli is really confident, he is confident that his physique can directly shock Ning Shi, and then easily win: "I am a ghost cultivator in the second realm, and this young man is at most a rookie in the armor-piercing realm, and the difference between the first realm is it." ”

The sound of golden chime!

Then there was a ripple!

Jin Ming shook the snow from the branches, and the ripples blocked Ning Shi's sword.

Huo Qianli was very proud, then laughed, laughed at Ning Shi's inadequacy, and finally stretched out a finger, he was going to use the way in the restaurant, one finger to poke Ning Shi to death, to end this battle without suspense, and thought in his heart: "It's really boring, there is no surprise at all, is the sword cultivation of the righteous path so useless now?"

Sword cultivation is useless?

Huo Qianli was really blind.