Looking at Ding Ning, who was silent and just approached his side to help him hold an umbrella to cover the wind and snow, Xue Wangxu smiled with relief.

Then he coughed lightly, looking at Liang Lian, who was covered with blood under his feet, blood on his hands, and blood on his chest, and said softly with some pride: "In terms of youth and strength, I am not as good as you, but in terms of comprehension of the Sword Sutra, I am still stronger than you, so in the end, I won." ”

Liang Lian was silent.

For him, victory or defeat itself is not as important as the injury between the chest and abdomen.

He felt that Xue Wangxu's sword intent was still killing in his body, and it was certain that such an injury would have a great impact on him for years to come.

An uncontrollable dryness surged up in his heart.

Although he knew that the other party had also paid a heavy price and it was impossible to live for a long time, this indescribable dryness made him want to leave Xue Wangxu here.

So he silently stretched out his right hand.

However, at this moment, all the people in front of the camp suddenly felt something, raised their heads, and looked at the sky above.

The snowy sky is split in half, and in the middle is a passage of absolute vacuum.

A terrifying force fell like an insurmountable wall, blocking between Liang Lian, Xue Wuxu, and Ding Ning.

The hard, cold stone floor suddenly caved in, and with a crack, a crack appeared.

This crack dozens of feet long is absolutely straight, and the width of the crack from beginning to end is one finger, without any deviation.

It's a sword mark.

Many cultivators inside the camp gate were shocked and speechless as they looked at this sword mark, and their gaze fell on the corner tower in the distance through the passage that cut the sky.

They were extremely shocked to think about who the hell was on that corner tower, who could cast such a sword from such a distance.

Liang Lian's face stiffened slightly, he looked at the sword mark in front of him silently, slowly withdrew his right hand, and then turned around in slow motion and walked towards the camp gate behind him.

Xue Wangxu laughed under the umbrella.

"It's over. ”

He whispered this to Ding Ning beside him, and then turned around and walked back.

Ding Ning still didn't speak, just held the umbrella hard, blocking the wind and snow as much as possible.

Xue Wangxu walked a few steps, the divine glow on his face dissipated, and he seemed to quickly become tired.

"Still not working. ”

He shook his head, sighed softly, stretched out his arm, and put it on Ding Ning's shoulder.

Ding Ning still didn't speak, but just let his body get closer to Xue Wangxu, and took most of Xue Wangxu's weight with his thin shoulders.

"That's good!"

Xue Wangxu watched the snow fall around him, feeling the biting cold and weakness that he hadn't felt for a long time since he was a cultivator, but he laughed again, "When the battalion defeated the general of the Tiger Wolf Northern Army, and asked His Majesty and the teacher of the head of the Patriarchal Department to cast a Lingyun sword for me, today can be a real scenery." ”

Ding Ning glanced at him, his voice trembled slightly, but he couldn't say firmness: "It's good to be happy." ”

The snow is heavier.

Looking at the figure of one big and one small helping to leave under the umbrella, the old man on the corner tower also had complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Xue Wangxu's performance today is enough to make people feel amazing. ”

He sighed softly: "The student who followed him is indeed good. ”

Huang Zhenwei couldn't help but praise sincerely: "It's really good." ”

In the wind and snow, at the top of a pavilion closer to the barracks, a woman in a white dress was also looking at Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning who were leaving.

She's just the night of the cold.

Although her realm was higher than that of Liang Lian and Xue Wangxu, and she only arrived at the last moment of the battle between the two, the fact that Liang Lian was already a cultivator above the Seven Realms, and the sword of Xue Wangxu in the end, still made her feel a strong shock.

She looked at the big umbrella that disappeared into the wind and snow, and did not leave immediately, but thought silently, as if this battle had also reminded her of many things and made her understand something.

......

Xue Wangxu and Liang Lian drew a large amount of heaven and earth vitality like moving mountains, and they didn't know how many cultivators they had attracted the attention of Changling, most of them wanted to see the duel between cultivators above the Seven Realms with their own eyes, but few of those cultivators who didn't know in advance could catch up as fast as Ye Ce Leng.

Many have only just determined the general direction of the battle on the battlefield and the battle is over.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe was hurrying towards the tiger and wolf northern army camp along the winter forest on the riverside, and at this time, he could no longer feel the violent fluctuations of heaven and earth vitality, and felt that even the whistling sound of the wind and snow seemed to be calm, the middle-aged scribe stopped and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Five years ago, he was already a cultivator of the top grade of the Six Realms, but after five years, he was standing still, and he didn't feel a trace of the mystery of moving mountains at all.

Today, he felt that the Heaven and Earth Vitality in the sky was like a giant mountain passing through, and he felt something in his heart, thinking that if he could feel the full force of the Seventh Realm cultivators up close, he might be able to get that slightest opportunity to break through the realm.

However, this opportunity was fleeting.

Even if the straightest route had been chosen, it was still a long way from the barracks, and the battle there was already over.

In Changling, perhaps there is still hope that the simple exchange or sword discussion of cultivators above the Seven Realms can be seen, but how many years will it take for this kind of real fight to be seen?

"Do you regret it? It's a pity that this is fate, even if there is such a battle, you are not there, and you have to lose your life for it. ”

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the winter forest beside him.

Hearing such a voice, the middle-aged scribe suddenly felt a great sense of vigilance and ominousness in his heart.

He had a gut feeling that this vocal cultivator seemed to have been lingering in this winter forest for a long time, but he had not felt this person's presence before.

A woman slowly appeared in his sight.

Her figure lingered in the wind and snow, and what made him even more palpitating was that the scenery that was also trapped in the wind and snow could barely be seen clearly, but everything around her was not clear at all.

"Who are you?"

Thinking that it was impossible for him to have such an enemy, especially such a woman who was obviously above him, the middle-aged scribe with a white face and beard added in surprise, "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Aren't you one of the disciples of Nangong Wounded?Bashan Sword Field?" the woman's cold voice sounded again.

The middle-aged scribe was like being bitten by a snake suddenly, his face became extremely white, his whole body shrank back unconsciously, and his throat seemed to be pinched, and he made an unbelievable voice, "Are you the remnant of the Bashan Sword Field?"

The woman who was haunted in the wind and snow confirmed his identity, and didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with him at all, but just said five words coldly and unusually simply: "No, Wuyang Dan." ”

"Isn't it?"

Nangong was stunned, he looked at the woman's figure incomprehensibly, and repeated: "Wuyang Dan?"

The woman was displeased and said coldly: "I want Wuyang Dandanfang." ”

"Wuyang Dan Dan Fang?" Nangong became more and more incomprehensible, "Just want such a Dan Fang?"

The woman said, "You don't know?"

Nangong Huang suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent, his body stiffened slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "My Nangong family has such a pill, but it is not on me, and this kind of pill is one of the many pills in my Nangong family, and I can't use it on weekdays, how can I remember it clearly." ”

The woman seemed to know that he would answer like this, and said quickly, "You tell me where Danfang is in your house, and if you tell a lie, I will kill everyone in your house." I know that you are a filial son, and you take good care of your old mother at home, and you must not want to see her body separated. ”

Nangong Huang suddenly became angry, and said sharply: "Who the hell are you! Even if you are one of those first-class people who are rebellious, but this is Changling, and today in the area of the Tiger and Wolf Northern Army camp, I don't know how many cultivators' eyes are paying attention, and I don't know how many big people are inside." Even if you can kill me, I don't believe you'll be able to escape after I fight you. ”

The woman who was haunted in the wind and snow seemed to know that he was even saying these words in advance, so she didn't pause for half a minute, and said coldly: "Killing you here doesn't need to attract their attention at all." ”

As the voice of her words sounded, a strange coldness suddenly filled the wind and snow in the winter forest.

Nangong looked up in horror.

He saw that the snow outside was still falling slowly, and there was no change at all.

However, all the snow that had fallen, a few feet above his and the woman's heads, had fallen as if it had fallen to the ground, accumulating thicker and thicker, forming a curtain of snow.

The entire winter forest, covered by this strange snow curtain, is like a unique world.

Not only can't the wind and snow outside penetrate at all, but even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi can't enter or exit.

This is a unique circle, a circle that waits for him to enter.

Nangong Wound's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still had the last hope.

He burst out laughing, "A strong magic circle... But the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi can't enter, even if you are a cultivator of the Mountain Moving Realm, I have reached the top grade of the Six Realms, how can you defeat me quickly?"

The wind and snow outside the woman's body suddenly subsided.

Nangong Hurt's fierce laughter stopped suddenly, and he felt that the space in front of him seemed to light up, and what appeared in his sight was an extremely beautiful face.

However, at this moment, this too beautiful woman had a deep blue flame of light in her hand.

His breathing came to a halt.

With just a little breath, he felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, and he felt that he couldn't match it at all.

The dark blue flame grew thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a blue-black hue.

"Nine Nether King Sword!"

Seeing the final color of the opponent's natal sword, and seeing the countless azure ice sand suddenly floating in the air, Nangong was completely distracted, and howled like a ghost.