Whether it was the middle-aged man in the blue robe in the sky, or the strange and cold power that emerged from the ground at this time, it was obviously because of Ding Ning, but neither of them showed their killing intent towards Ding Ning at this time.

The most direct killing intent came from the underground, and as the ground continued to rise, the killing intent pointed directly at the middle-aged man in a blue robe who was about to land.

This middle-aged man in a blue robe was not weak, and he instantly sensed it, and naturally he also had a killing intent.

The two killing intents intersected in the air like substance, but Ding Ning and the others seemed to be out of the matter, and had nothing to do with it.

There was a bang.

The constantly rising ground in front of Ding Ning and the others finally cracked, accompanied by a gust of yin wind, the land of several zhang and dozens of zhang in size flipped up like fallen leaves in the water, and in these cracks in the soil, different tombstones were constantly revealed, rising upward.

These tombstones appear more and more, giving the impression that they are endless, and they are about to form a giant mountain formed entirely by the tombstones.

Zhantai Guanjian had never known the identities of these two sides before, but he was vigilant, but he did not interfere, but at this moment, when he saw these tombstones that kept emerging, his heart moved, and he instantly figured out who these tombstones represented.

A silver long sword had already appeared in the hand of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, and the runes on the silver sword body were like a moon palace, and the vitality flowing between the runes was like a real white cloud.

The moment he saw these tombstones, his complexion became whiter than these white clouds, and the original respectful look on his face towards Ding Ning and the others suddenly turned into panic, and a terrible exclamation erupted from between his lips and teeth, and the silver light strip in the center of his eyebrows suddenly expanded, like a silver vertical eye about to open.

Six silver sword lights flashed on both sides of his body at the same time, and then spread out like a peacock opening a screen, spreading out into tens of millions of silver feather-like sword pieces.

Tens of thousands of sword fragments made a terrifying sound of breaking the air in the air, forming a huge waterfall of light and blasting to the ground, but at the same time, the body of the middle-aged man in the blue robe seemed to violate this natural law, forcibly reversing the fall, and instead bounced out of the sky above at an alarming speed.

He's going to run.

Originally, he wanted to disguise himself as someone from Ding Ning's side, but the person underground simply wanted to kill him, and the identity of the person underground made him unable to refute it at all, and he couldn't make Ding Ning and others believe him anymore.

Black smoke swirls from the ends of the tombstones, and they float.

Above Ding Ning and the others, there are all suspended tombstones.

Then the tens of millions of silver sword fragments collided with the tombstones.

Countless tooth-souring crackling sounds rang out, and these tombstones were suspended in the air, shaking constantly, and countless clusters of silver fire burst out on the surface in an instant, like thousands of stars in disillusionment.

The body of the middle-aged man in the blue robe twisted in the air, shaking out countless shadows.

He found that it was impossible for him to withdraw the same way and escape from this thousand mountains predicament that was enough to trap the Eight Realms, but what made him feel a little relieved was that the sword he cast at the expense of his natal vitality finally temporarily blocked the attack of this person underground, and then even if he was lost in this thousand mountains, at least he would not be killed by these people immediately.

However, he overlooked one point.

The underground man was indeed helpless against him at the moment, but there was also an existence in the field that was different from all the swordsmen in the world.

Yutai Guanjian raised his head.

He reached out for his sword.

It was as if it was just a posture of pure sword, as if nothing had been done, but the middle-aged man in the blue robe in the sky had already screamed in horror.

A chill came out of his chest and back, and a cloud of blood had poured out of his chest and back at the same time.

The sword light in the sword hand of the Zhantai Guan Sword disappeared.

Because it was so fast, no one could see what kind of color his natal sword was.

"You killed him. The eldest grandson Qianxue looked at the middle-aged man in a blue robe who fell like a meteorite in the air, and said to the sword of the Tai Guan.

It's like nonsense.

The middle-aged man's heart was broken, and even if he didn't die immediately, his body would probably fall apart from such a high altitude.

But Tantai Guan Jian understood what she meant, he used his sword to deal with those grandmasters, but he only pierced the opponent's qi sea, making the other party lose his combat power, but sparing the other party's life.

"Peacock Ling, this is the person from Dugu Houfu. ”

Tantai Guanjian glanced at her and explained: "But he is disguised as a person from the Liuyun Sect, and the sect leader of the Liuyun Sect, Chen Guanhe, and Lin Zhujiu are old friends, and he also died in the battle of Changling for the Bashan Sword Field. ”

If you don't kill, it is the mercy of the strong to the weak, and if you kill, it means that the person's behavior is too despicable.

If this unknown blue-robed man came to assassinate Ding Ning directly as an enemy, Tantai Guan Jian might spare his life, but he couldn't tolerate it if he wanted to find an opportunity to kill Ding Ning in exchange for trust.

Eldest Sun Qianxue nodded, "Peacock Ling is only qualified to practice by the most important figures of the Dugu Hou Mansion, so the choice of the Dugu Hou Mansion is to become our enemy?"

Ding Ning didn't respond to anything.

Most of these Hou mansions made choices three years before Yuanwu ascended the throne, and most of them naturally did not change their choices after more than ten years, which is predictable. It's just that he couldn't help but think of Dugu Bai in the Minshan Sword Club, and he didn't know what choice that young man would make if he knew his true identity.

The tombstones floating above his head disappeared silently, and streaks of black gas shrank towards the ground.

His gaze naturally followed the contraction of these black qi and fell on a young man who had just appeared, as if it was formed by the contraction of black qi.

This young man is not tall, and the most important thing is that he is not angry at all, and people can't feel any flow of qi and blood, just like a cold corpse, but none of the corpses are as powerful as the aura emanating from his body.

"You are Yan Ying's disciple. ”

Ding Ning looked at the teenager and said.

The young man lowered his head slightly, seemingly a little shy, but still nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Then the young man seemed to be a little tired, so he didn't say a word, just sat down on Ding Ning's side with his knees hugged, and buried his head deeply.

Ding Ning and Eldest Sun Qianxue glanced at each other, and then he couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "Don't you ask who I am?"

The young man replied in a loud voice, "Anyway, you are the one Yuan Wu wants to kill at any cost, I don't care who you are, as long as it is possible to kill Yuan Wu in the future." ”

Everyone could hear the emotion in the emaciated teenager's words.

He has one of the most respected teachers.

But his master died.

He was killed by Yuan Wu at the Lushan Alliance.

He wants Yuan Wu to die, it's as simple as that.