The two sword qi slashed vertically and horizontally, Yang Ning and Ximen Rin cooperated more and more tacitly, complementing each other, the snow light spread out, the sword light intersected, and it was about to be watery- Blending and no longer separating each other, the colorless nunnery master is proficient in sword theory, knowing that once the two sword qi converges as one, then no matter how good their martial arts are, it is impossible to win, but at this moment, only by immediately breaking the two sword circles can it be done, so she can't care about watching the two sword styles, bamboo flute fingers, like a lonely peak, this move is the sword style that the colorless nunnery master has only figured out in recent years, it was originally a stunt that she has the heart to compete with the most profound swordsmanship of Cuihu, although it has not yet been fully formed, but the power has exceeded any of the sword styles she is currently good at。

This sword style is not invulnerable, but the strength of the momentum is the best in the world, as if standing between heaven and earth, helpless, but it is a proud natural ice peak outside the sky, lonely and arrogant with a piercing cold that makes the blood freeze, this sword destroys the withering, Yang Ning and Ximen Rin have already broken the combined sword momentum, like spring snow melting, without a trace, after breaking the sword momentum of the two combined, the sword momentum is still unfinished, and it shoots towards Yang Ning's throat.

Yang Ning looked at this sword style that was five or six points familiar, and his heart instantly became hot, and all the sword styles of the Lonely Han Sword Technique that the Lord of the Five Colors Nunnery had originally used passed through in his heart one by one, and somehow, it seemed that those sword styles had nothing to do with this lonely sword style, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that whether it was the thirty-six basic sword styles, or the sword styles in the second layer of the sword techniques that accidentally made one or two moves, it seemed that there was a faint shadow in this sword style. Dazzling, Yang Ning almost forgot the life and death crisis in front of him, if it weren't for the sword momentum, the cold and piercing murderous aura had touched Yang Ning's neck, which made Yang Ning suddenly clear, only afraid that Yang Ning had died under the sword, but Yang Ning's body automatically and spontaneously flew back, and the colorless nunnery master naturally refused to let go, the true qi urged the sword momentum, and chased after him like a shadow, but this time it was not as easy to dodge as the last time, Yang Ning only felt that the sword momentum was getting stronger and stronger, making people feel irresistible and unable to escape, the only way to deal with it was to continue to retreat, but between the lightning and stone fire, Yang Ning's back had touched the cold stone wallThere is no longer a trace of retreat.

In a desperate situation, Yang Ning's pair of phoenix eyes instantly became indifferent and cold, and there was no trace of human feelings, and his true qi reversed, and he went straight to the twelve-story building in an instant, and his true qi boiled like fire, burning in the eight veins of the twelve canons and strange meridians. At this moment, through the shoulders of the colorless nunnery master, Yang Ning saw Ximen Rin's slightly nervous face, and the sword of the colorless nunnery master, there were seven or eight points of sword momentum aimed at Ximen Rin, like a rainbow, cutting through the sky, and the original soft as a spirit snake was as red as Ximen Rin's whole body of true qi into it, straight as a pen, and stabbed at the vest of the colorless nunnery master.

The colorless nunnery master frowned slightly, turned sideways slightly, and with a move "Liuyun Flying Sleeve", he wrapped around a red sharp sword blade, and although the bamboo flute lost three points of strength, it still stabbed Yang Ning's throat. The cold indifference in Yang Ning's eyes turned into surprise and excitement, but his body was not sluggish at all, and he made a move that violated the principles of heaven and earth, his whole person was like a swimming fish, and he actually flew up against the cliff, his momentum was light and fast, and he couldn't avoid the colorless hermitage master's lore sword style, but the hem of the green shirt was shattered by the bamboo flute sword qi.

The piercing sound of cracking silk sounded, one of the sleeves of the colorless nunnery owner had turned into a piece of butterfly, Ximen Rin staggered back, his body was shaky, if it wasn't for the fact that he retreated to the floating platform in an instant, and had a foothold, he was almost about to fall into the river, even so, I saw blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and a zhang of red and soft hanging, obviously wounded. The colorless nunnery master's eyes drooped, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart when he saw the half-cut forearm of the deceitful frost Saixue exposed in the skylight. Ignoring Yang Ning no longer, the body of the colorless nunnery master turned around, and he had already flown up, stabbing at Ximen Rin with a flute.

If it is the swordsmanship passed down by the descendants of Cuihu, she is so angry in her heart, this sword will inevitably be a big failure, but the swordsmanship created by the master of the colorless nunnery himself is not limited by this, and it is still the same sword style, but this time it is not the ice peak and snow ridge that is lonely in the world, but it is like a flaming mountain suddenly appearing on the river, soaring into the sky and indestructible. Ximen Rin's sword had almost exhausted his true qi, and he hadn't returned his qi at the moment, if it weren't for the remaining bit of true qi that was still enough for him to maintain his figure, he was afraid that he would have fallen soft on the floating platform. The thief in the body went to the empty building to come here, so in the face of the sword momentum like the burning city, he didn't dodge, just raised his head to look at Yang Ning, a trace of joy leaked from his pale face, and then calmly waited for the bamboo flute of the colorless nunnery master to pierce his heart.

Yang Ning's eyes were blazing like fire, his arms vibrate, his body, which had slowed down the upward momentum, was stagnant in mid-air, his body turned over like an eagle, his feet were on the cliff a little, and the whole person shot towards the colorless nunnery master like an arrow from the string, this sword was full of killing intent that ended up together, even compared to the two swords of the colorless nunnery master, it was only inferior, and the martial arts cultivator knew that this sword was really a killing move for Yang Ning to exhaust his whole body's true qi, if he couldn't succeed, he was afraid that the consequences would be unpredictable.

Yang Ning was full of regret in his heart, he was extremely arrogant, and he had never had such an experience, he actually did not have the consciousness of joining forces with others, so it was not so much that the two joined forces, but that Ximen Rin cooperated with each other, until Ximen Rin sacrificed himself to save him, he realized his mistake, so he did not reserve this sword at all, it was really invincible, and he gave up his life to strike.

Although the colorless nunnery master did not look back, he had already felt Yang Ning's unscrupulous sword qi killing intent, and an alarm was born in his heart, almost for the first time in his life, the colorless nunnery master felt that his skin was trembling a little in the compelling sword qi, and he did not look back, and performed the light skill of "Lingbo Crossing the Void", and rushed out obliquely before the sword qi came to him, and when the figure was about to fall, the palm of his hand pressed down, stirring up the terrifying waves that rushed to the sky, and the body had been lifted up again by the power of counterattack, like a wild goose flying in the sky, soaring several times, and had landed on a small boat close to the floating platform. Standing in shape, the colorless nunnery master waved his hand, and several water thieves who were originally standing on the boat were knocked into the water by the sudden energy, they were very interested, and they did not have the courage to argue with this woman who was already like a celestial in their minds, except for a few sips of water in a hurry, they had already controlled their bodies in an instant, and they all swam to the familiar boat without saying a word.

The colorless nunnery master naturally ignored these little water thieves, turned around, and looked behind him, in this short moment, Ximen Rin had already breathed over, standing on the floating platform, his face was cold, and he looked at himself lightly, and Yang Ning stood on the iron cable, Chun Jun pointed at himself, although his body swayed with the wind, but a long sword did not move at all, although the distance between the two people was farther than Fang Cai, but the sword qi released was already water- Blending and blending, they can no longer distinguish each other, the two are one, and the sword qi with both fierce eagle and feminine and treacherous characteristics slowly flows in the air, although it is separated by dozens of zhang distance, but the colorless nunnery master has a feeling of thorns in his back.

Taking a deep breath, knowing that this time there is really no room for turning, the master of the colorless nunnery inserted the bamboo flute into his waist, and waved his long sleeves with his right hand, everyone only felt that the blue light flashed in their eyes, and the master of the colorless nunnery already had a short sword in his hand, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wings, only two feet and one inch long, and the master of the colorless nunnery waved his hand, only to see that the blade was straight and square, and the blue light flowed, like a flowing glow. A trace of memory flashed in the eyes of the colorless nunnery, a trace of melancholy, the long sleeves flicked, the short sword was hidden in the sleeve, like a dark cloud covering the moon, and there were sighs one after another around him, full of regret.

The eyes of the colorless nunnery master slowly flowed, and anyone who bumped into the gaze as dazzling as the sword light couldn't help but bow their heads. Feeling that the surroundings fell silent again, the master of the colorless nunnery sighed slightly, and said coldly: "Poor Ni has only used two swords in this life, the first one is called Yinni, which has been given to Yan'er to use, Yinni has been in the hands of Poor Ni for eighteen years, and Poor Ni has killed sixteen people with it, this sword is called Ning Qing, since it has been in the hands of Poor Ni, it has not been stained with blood, and today it can be regarded as its blessing to be able to sacrifice the sword with the blood of two disciples of the Martial Arts Sect." ”

Ximen Rin and Yang Ning glanced at each other, and exchanged a look in an instant, the two of them were like mirrors, knowing that the master of the colorless nunnery was afraid that the two of them would join forces, and picked up the sword again, originally with only a bamboo flute, they almost took the lives of the two of them, and now that they use the sword, the power has multiplied, this time it is really going to be a vicious battle, but there is no trace of fear in the hearts of the two, but also because of the mutual fusion of sword intent and true qi, and at the same time feel the killing intent in the other party's heart. The swords in the hands of the two were even more stimulated by the killing intent in their hearts, the pure Jun sword roared like a dragon's groan, and the sound of a red whistling sound was like a deep valley wind roar, reflecting each other. The two hearts were as one, and the four eyes were locked on the colorless nunnery master, without a trace of fear.

The colorless nunnery lord raised his head to the sky, no longer said more, but his feet were urging the true qi, the boat seemed to have its own life, calmly sailed towards the floating platform, not in a hurry, almost everyone could feel that every minute of the distance between the three of them decreased, the pressure in the air increased by one point, and when the pressure could no longer be increased by one point, it was the moment when the battle broke out, and this time, it was the final blow of the three people's life and death.

When she saw Yang Ning being forced under the cliff by the owner of the colorless nunnery, Qingping only felt that her body was cold, as if even the blood was frozen, until she saw Ximen Rin and Yang Ning helping each other and getting out of danger, she knew how to continue to breathe, the situation was too dangerous, if Ximen Rin did not attack from behind, Yang Ning was afraid that his life would have been lost, if Yang Ning did not rescue in turn, Ximen Rin would definitely die, and if it was not for the colorless nunnery master to escape from the battle circle in time, I am afraid that it must be a line of life and death。 It's just that Qingping just breathed a sigh of relief, and her heartstrings tightened again, the colorless nunnery master took out the Ning Qing Sword, knowing that it had reached the last moment, Qingping clenched her hands and stared at the battlefield, she knew that no one at this level of duel could interfere, at least she and Yi Buping couldn't do it, so she could only watch Yang Ning face the threat of death alone, even if she wanted to help Yang Ning, she had to wait until Yang Ning survived.

Yan Zishuang frowned, this was not a scene she expected in advance, Ximen Rin did not sit back and watch the bitter battle between Yang Ning and the colorless nunnery master, but chose to join forces with Yang Ning, and Fang Cai's actions made her wonder for the first time if she had mistaken Ximen Rin, could it be that he was not ready to deal with Yang Ning? Thinking of the colorless nunnery master revealing Ximen Rin's origin, Yan Zishuang couldn't help frowning, Ximen Rin's origin has always been a secret, he has always made quick moves, and few enemies who have seen his skills are still alive, coupled with his extensive martial arts, it is even more difficult to guess his origin, so although Yan Zishuang probed carefully, there was only one suspicion, so it was not until Ximen Rin came forward to join forces with Yang Ning that Yan Zishuang was sure of his origin. Therefore, Yan Zishuang did not expect Ximen Rin to make such a move in advance, whether it was his identity or hidden thoughts, Ximen Rin should not join forces with Yang Ning to fight against the enemy. So what next, could it be that the affection for the master made Ximen Rin change his decision, maybe all the tacit understanding was just all kinds of pretenses made by Ximen Rin? In the panic in her heart, Yan Zishuang couldn't help but clench her hands, and her thin nails had pierced her palms unconsciously.

Mingyue is a bystander, and she was born in the gate of the vassal king, and most of the people she comes and goes with on weekdays are people who are deeply versed in power and scheming, so naturally she is not like Yan Zishuang who will be blinded by the identity constraints of the Jianghu people, so she smiled faintly and persuaded: " Sister don't worry, the commander of the West Gate is not a person from the rivers and lakes, how can he take the grace of the master so seriously, I think he is most likely planning for other purposes, and maybe he is the martial arts of the predecessors of the Ping Dynasty, for fear of many terrible enemies in the future, so he has to join forces with the Nine Highnesses to get rid of the Ping seniors, even if it is worth taking some risks, after all, the goal of the Ping predecessors is on the Nine Highnesses, even if they are both defeated, he can most of them retreat, the Nine Highnesses are immortal, and this battle will inevitably be extremely injured, and the Ximen Commanders can naturally do whatever they want at that time。 ”

Yan Zishuang's heart lit up, and she glanced at Mingyue gratefully, she couldn't help but laugh at herself, although she regarded the colorless nunnery master as an uncontrollable variable, Ximen Rin was not, no matter what, the colorless nunnery master was a person from Cuihu, this time she shot at Yang Ning, and there was such an earth-shattering cultivation, even if the sect master personally took action, he might not have such a might, Ximen Rin was not a person who did not dare to take risks, and it was not impossible to go out and fight. What's more, since Ximen Rin has such an achievement, he must be a determined, unshakable character, since he has already made a decision, how can it be changed temporarily, no matter how he moves, presumably the purpose will not change, the only thing to worry about is that the master of the colorless nunnery is really fighting with them to lose both. But if you think about it carefully, not to mention the swordsmanship of the master of the colorless hermitage, he must be able to save his life, but he really lost a precipitous and uncontrolled master, in exchange for the help of the better controlled Pingyan, but it is also a blessing for Saion to lose his horse. Thinking of this, Yan Zishuang smiled unconsciously, glanced at Mingyue with the afterglow of her eyes, and said in her heart, although she was outside, she was able to quickly see through the crux of the problem, and it was really extraordinary, no wonder His Royal Highness King Yu intended to ask for a phoenix?

The turmoil off the field has not affected the battle situation of the three of them at all, even Ximen Rin, at this moment, he did not care about whether Shi Ming would doubt his intentions, facing a master like the colorless nunnery, the slightest distraction is enough to cause eternal hatred, the colorless nunnery master's boat has approached the distance of four zhang, almost at the same time, the Burmese knife in Ximen Rin's hand has changed, as bright as a silver snake Yizhang red steeply straightened the sword body, like a dormant dragon, eager to try, looking about to take off into the air, the moment Ximen Rin's sword momentum changed, Yang Ning also raised the pure jun in his hand by an inch, although there was no prior agreement, but the sword qi was connected, the two of them at the same time opened the only sword pose of "Heaven and Earth Return Together". Although the so-called "Heaven and Earth Return Together" is essentially just some invisible sword reasoning methods, there is also a tangible sword style that can be used, but this sword style is separated from attack and defense, and it is too decisive, so it takes two people with absolute tacit understanding to use it. And since the establishment of this set of swordsmanship, there have not been many opportunities to show up, not to mention that this move is almost a desperate sword style, and it has never appeared in the world at all. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Ning and Ximen Rin formed an incomparable tacit understanding under the coercion of the colorless nunnery master, they would definitely not use this sword style without any way back.

The light boat crossed the water Lingbo, and at the moment when the bow of the boat reached a distance of three zhang from Yang Ning and Ximen Rin, three sword lights sandwiched gray, black, The blue three-color figure jumped up at the same time, and the sword light that was like training protected the black shadow and the green shadow completely, and the sword light like the autumn water hibiscus drew the electric light that split the heaven and the earth, and a clear sword light was transformed into a lofty mountain range, and the lonely peak was wonderful, just when the three sword lights were about to be touched, Ximen Rin's figure suddenly froze, as if ten thousand snakes were moving, and it was like a red of Jianghai Qingguang suddenly lost all its strength, and the sword light like a copper wall disappeared, and Ximen Rin himself flew down, with the hovering of his body, a little blood splashed. Without the protection of Ximen Rin, Yang Ning's figure was not covered at all, and he was completely exposed in front of the eyes of the colorless nunnery master.

Yang Ning only felt that his originally warm heart sank into the cold pool in an instant, even if he didn't use his eyes, he could feel that Ximen Rin was not injured, or fell into a plot, he simply forcibly cut off the mind with himself, dissected his sword qi, and endured the backlash of the sword qi and the intentional or unintentional offensive of the colorless nunnery master, Ximen Rin's actions put Yang Ning into a desperate situation of mortality, giving up his defense, as if exposed to the ice and snow under the scorching sun, there is no hope of survival, that is, he wants to die together, and it depends on whether the colorless nunnery master is willing or not？

Why, why do you treat yourself like this, the anger like the sky-high fire and the despair of sinking into the abyss overflowed the whole body and mind, Yang Ning looked up to the sky and roared, swinging his sword and stabbing out, this sword is not any killing move that Yang Ning is good at, but Ping Yan once demonstrated to him, and gradually comprehended it in the duel between Fang Cai and the Colorless Nunnery Master, and witnessed the Colorless Nunnery Master's sword style with two artistic conceptions. It's just that in Yang Ning's hands, this sword is not the lonely cold of ice and snow, nor the blazing flames, but the ice peak that surrounds the sky-high flames, and there is both boundless loneliness and despair in the blend of ice and fire, as well as unyielding grief and indignation.

Two sword lights that looked like gods were entwined and hovered in the air, and the sword light like flying flowers and splashing jade was pouring all over the sky, unable to keep his hand, unable to stop, the sword qi killing machine surged, scattering and flying in all directions, I don't know how many water thieves who were originally close only felt that the piercing killing intent sword qi was coming, and they couldn't help panicking, and they didn't even have time to fly away in the boat, and they jumped into the water to escape. And the other people who were farther away also urged their boats to retreat, because they all felt that from the two people who were fighting in the air, there were thousands of turbulent air currents that were spreading outward.

Qingping's eyes widened, looking at the fading autumn water sword light, only to feel that a heart flew towards the bottomless abyss, Yi Buping didn't care about being discovered, raised the bow of King Yi, there were already three more stainless steel feather arrows in his hand, and the arrow pointed to the gray figure that was gradually blurred in mid-air, but the divine sense just locked on the person, but disappeared again, and beads of sweat dripped from Yi Buping's head, and these three feather arrows were unable to shoot.

Until this moment, the water splashed, and Ximen Rin's figure fell into the water, on the battlefield, his skin was like being cut by a knife, but Ximen Rin didn't feel any pain, just because his heart was already numb with pain for a moment, looking up at the air, the two people who were fighting fiercely were dancing and spinning because of the traction of each other's sword qi, like gods, and between breaths, the sword light of Qiushui had fallen in all directions, but the cyan sword light was like a dragon, and stabbed Yang Ning's throat. Ximen Rin has burst into tears unconsciously, dissipating most of the true qi of the body, a river of weak water can no longer support the body, Ximen Rin sank into the water like this, even if no one will pay attention to himself at this time, he can't show his weakness in front of others.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the colorless nunnery master waited for the remaining momentum of the sword style to pierce Yang Ning's throat, but a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and there were deeper questions, how could this young man know his own sword style, if it was the basic sword style of the lonely cold sword method, this young man had excellent qualifications, or could imitate it, but this sword style, unless it was after a period of speculation, even if he knew the sword trick method, he couldn't make it, although this sword was not hot enough, and there were many flaws, but just looking at the sword intent, he had already won three of them, and this young man had reached the realm of ice and fire, which was the bottleneck he was currently facing。

Yang Ning's right hand hung softly, and the true qi in his body had been stirred up into a mess by the sword qi of the colorless nunnery master, and it was difficult to gather again for a while, although the pure Jun sword was still in his hand, it was as heavy as a mountain, and it was difficult to rise, the sword qi had touched his throat, and his skin trembled, but Yang Ning just faintly looked at the blade of the Ning Qing Sword that stabbed his throat as thin as paper, there was no resentment and anger in the phoenix's eyes, and there was no trace of the shadow of death, but there was boundless arrogance and loneliness, even if the fire of life was about to be extinguished, it could not make him move in the slightest, and in the depths of that lonely eyes, there was a trace of the deepest attachment, which was the purest emotion of a young man in his prime。

Ximen Rin saw this scene through the water, and secretly sighed to himself, the true qi gathered, raised his arm and took out the knife, broke through the water, and his body was hidden in the waves of water that rose to the sky and attacked the back of the colorless hermitage, this time he did not use a zhang red to use the soft sword move, but used a killing move that was not light, and the sword disc of the match was also circling up, this knife he had already calculated, whether it was the timing or the direction was just right, it was the time when the sword of the colorless nunnery lord was about to end, although the colorless nunnery master could definitely find his sneak attack, but it was too late to collect the sword and protect it。 If you encounter this situation, you must be stabbing the enemy in front of you with a sword, and then rush forward to avoid the enemy, and then turn around to counterattack after opening the distance, not to mention Ximen Rin, even any master of martial arts to the first-class level will not have any other choice, the enemy in front is at your fingertips, and the attack behind is still separated by enough room to turn around, if Yang Ning escapes death, he will definitely be able to regroup, and then I am afraid that there will be no chance to defeat the enemy. Therefore, Ximen Rin has no doubt that the Colorless Nunnery Master will have a choice, and he is still confident that he can achieve results that exceed expectations, even if he can't kill the Colorless Nunnery Master, he can seriously injure her. After all, although he and Yang Ning joined forces to fight the enemy, the offensive was mainly sent by Yang Ning, and the colorless nunnery master was extremely arrogant, and he would definitely look down on himself because of this. In fact, whether he can succeed is not in Ximen Rin's consideration, he just wants to give the people watching the battle an illusion that he is using Yang Ning as bait to attract the attack of the Colorless Nunnery Master, and then attack from behind, seeking a big victory, but the Colorless Nunnery Master's martial arts exceeded expectations, so that Yang Ning was killed, so that even if someone suspects Yang Ning's identity, they will not suspect that they intend to murder Yang Ning.

Feeling the sudden killing intent behind him, the colorless nunnery master couldn't help but feel monstrous anger in his heart, Ximen Rin's actions may be able to hide from other people's eyes, but in the eyes of her, a person who understands sword intent, Yang Ning's sword has already made the grief and indignation in her heart clear, and she has already given birth to the idea of pity, plus Ximen Rin made her quite disdainful, and suddenly, the young man in front of her who was calmly waiting for death made her unbearable to start, at least she had to wait until she killed the despicable villain who was in danger and stole his life. In a moment, the colorless nunnery master has forcibly withdrawn the internal force, this sword is the most decisive, the colorless nunnery master is full force, the sword qi is devoured, the colorless nunnery master only felt the dantian severe pain, a mouthful of heart blood has gushed up the throat, she has a strong temperament, unwilling to be seen, so she forcibly swallowed back, if she spit out blood naturally, it can also relieve the internal injury, but in this way, the internal injury is a bit heavier. Although the colorless nunnery master withdrew the sword momentum in time, the remaining sword qi still swept over Yang Ning's neck, leaving a few faint blood marks, although the colorless nunnery master kept people under the sword, but he had not thought about really letting Yang Ning go, so for the sake of safety, he slapped Yang Ning with a palm, wanting to completely destroy his resistance. But the moment the palm was about to slap Yang Ning's chest, the colorless nunnery master saw Yang Ning's eyes, just turned back from the edge of death, but those eyes did not have the slightest ecstasy of escaping death, only the eternal loneliness and an incomparable stubbornness, that is not afraid of death, but also absolutely unwilling to give up easily, the colorless nunnery master seemed to see another pair of familiar eyes in a trance, and his subordinates involuntarily reduced a few points of strength, even so, the corners of Yang Ning's mouth were still full of blood, and the slightly thin body flew away like a broken kite, but the colorless nunnery master's strength was just right, He happened to fall on the boat that was originally used by the owner of the colorless nunnery as a substitute, although the boat was strong, but it could not withstand the force of Yang Ning's impact, and almost rolled over on its side, swaying for a long time before barely calming down.

These colorless nunnery owners naturally won't pay attention, she has already used the power of this palm to counterattack, suddenly turned around and took out the sword, she abandoned the sword with the palm, although in one go, but it was still a little late line, a zhang red has been coming, the colorless nunnery master's face is pale, Ning Qing sword has used the "deep water" in the most strict guard move "water depth is strong", can block the attack to the fatal point of a zhang red, the sharp Burmese blade in the colorless nunnery master left rib provoked a line of blood beads, finally blocked by the sword light, helpless to turn around. Although Ximen Rin's knife is not heavy, but the cold knife qi invades the meridians, it is not trivial, Ximen Rin's internal strength is profound, and it is slightly better than Yang Ning, and the martial arts sect heart method and the Cuihu heart method are already mutually restrictive, the colorless nunnery master received this knife, although the alien true qi that invaded the meridians was dissolved in time, but his expression changed slightly, and it was obviously not comfortable. She sneered, and didn't wait for Ximen Rin to attack again, she had already waved a sword, and the sword light was twists and turns, just like Konoha Xiao Xiao, with the meaning of a sword to kill Ximen Rin.

Ximen Rin never expected that the owner of the colorless nunnery would give up Yang Ning, and instead shot at himself, although he injured the owner of the colorless nunnery, but the counterattack of the master of the colorless nunnery was even more ruthless, his fighting spirit was not strong, but the master of the colorless nunnery was full of murderous intent. The green tendons between Ximen Rin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he turned the Burmese knife silently, and the blade of the second blade was like a spirit snake, rolling towards the colorless nunnery master, this is a wonderful sword style to the peak, but it is not Ximen Rin's killing move, just when the colorless nunnery master sneered slightly, and the Ning Qing sword fell lightly on the seven inches of the spirit snake, Ximen Rin had already pressed the blood-red agate ornament inlaid on the back of the hilt, and a line of silver light flashed against a red blade, and a thin as a cow's hair, a seven-inch-long silver needle shot towards the Qikan heavy acupoint of the colorless nunnery master who was pursuing.

Although Ximen Rin's plot is silent, but what kind of person is the colorless nunnery master, although the silver needle is almost difficult to witness, coupled with the power of the mechanism to launch, it is really like a lightning flash, but how could the colorless nunnery master not notice it, her sword eyebrows are furrowed, the three fingers of her left hand are like lotus flowers blooming, and a slender jade hand adds a bit of warm luster, and bounces towards the silver needle, but the sword light in her right hand does not hesitate, and continues to attack Ximen Rin. A smug cold glint flashed in Ximen Rin's eyes, and he flew back towards the floating platform without hesitation, as if he no longer cared about the sword light that was coming. The colorless nunnery master flicked the silver needle with one finger, and felt that his finger seemed to be burned by magma, and a strong stinging pain hit the meridians of his arm, and the colorless nunnery master immediately understood that the silver needle was quenched with severe poison, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless, after all, he could make the silver needle not change color, and it could penetrate his own protective true qi, such a poison was by no means easy to deal with, and he hurriedly urged the true qi, and slapped it towards Ximen Rin with a palm. Ximen Rin's figure forcibly turned in the air, flashed, and landed on the floating platform. He only felt that the palm of the master of the colorless nunnery was blazing, and a lock of hair that was affected had become scorched, and he knew that the master of the colorless nunnery had forced out the poisonous gas in an instant, and he knew that the intensity of this poison was fierce, and the master of the colorless nunnery forced the poison out so quickly, and it would definitely not be comfortable. Looking up, Ximen Rin really noticed that the snow-like face of the colorless nunnery master who flew down had a touch of red, but although the colorless nunnery master was injured, the sword qi killing power was not reduced at all, which made Ximen Rin cry bitterly.

Ximen Rin's poisonous needle made the colorless nunnery master almost capsize in the gutter, her eyes couldn't help flashing boundless anger, her body sank, and she borrowed strength on the iron cable connecting the floating platform, and the sword momentum spread, pounced on Ximen Rin, the sword light was like an ice peak, and the blue light covered the ground, and there was no gap to take advantage of. In fact, the master of the colorless nunnery was injured again and again, and at this time, it was no longer time to make this sword that condensed all the spiritual true qi, but the master of the colorless nunnery already hated Ximen Rin to the core, and in order not to let Ximen Rin have any chance to escape, he still forcibly exercised this sword.

Although Ximen Rin knew in his heart that this poisonous needle could only hinder the Colorless Nunnery Master, but in the face of such a desperate situation, he couldn't help but regret it, he shouldn't have angered the Colorless Nunnery Master, who would have thought that the original plan that everything went smoothly would turn out to be set on fire? Gathering true qi strongly, Ximen Rin smiled bitterly and waited for the fatal blow of the colorless nunnery master, the sword qi had not yet arrived, and the skin had already felt the pain like a pinprick on his skin.

Seeing this, a trace of happiness flashed in the eyes of the Colorless Nunnery Master, and she even urged the sword qi to stab at Ximen Rin, she also knew that it was not appropriate for her to do so, but Yang Ning had lost her combat power at the moment, and who could join the battle on the river? Therefore, she unscrupulously used her sword momentum with all her might, and was bound to kill this despicable villain who betrayed the alliance and made poisonous plots kill with a sword. His gaze swept over Ximen Rin's bitter face, and between the lightning and fire, the colorless nunnery master had a strange idea. When she accepted the order, although Yan Zishuang asked her to kill Ximen Rin and his party, she did not ask her to kill them all, and mentioned Zijing many times, implying that Zijing was the target who had to be killed, and for Ximen Rin, it was a passing pass, obviously not caring about Ximen Rin's life and death, this kind of means of wanting to cover up was just a flash in the eyes of the colorless nunnery master, and she did not deliberately embarrass Yan Zishuang, so today she frankly said that she must kill Zijing. It's just that the master of the colorless nunnery doesn't mind who the person he wants to kill is, even if she learns that he is a disciple of the martial arts sect, she just ignores it indifferently and doesn't take it to heart, but after a fierce battle, the mind of the master of the colorless nunnery is shaken.

In the eyes of the colorless nunnery master, what is a person's temperament, no matter how his words and deeds are disguised, you can know one or two just by looking at his shots, and from Yang Ning's sword intent, what the colorless nunnery master sees is a pure heart like gold and jade, even if Yang Ning performs no matter how vicious and cruel the swordsmanship is, the arrogance and openness revealed in the subtle changes in the sword momentum are also obvious in the eyes of everyone who can be called unparalleled in the world swordsmanship. Moreover, Yang Ning's last sword made the Colorless Nunnery Master ecstatic, being able to use such a sword technique, regardless of the fire attainments of this sword, being able to realize such a sword intent had already impressed the Colorless Nunnery Master.

Even though the master of the colorless nunnery has a heart higher than the sky and his ambitions are not ordinary, there is only one thing in his heart, but he can never let go, that is, the lonely cold sword technique that she painstakingly created has not yet been passed on. But such a successor is too difficult to find, if there is no arrogance in the world, if there is no indifferent ice heart, if there is no flame temperament hidden deep in the bones, it is impossible to understand the sword intent of the lonely cold swordsmanship, even if it is Pingyan, who she loves like her own life, and because her temperament is too cold, she is not the best successor of this set of swordsmanship, so except for some scattered sword styles, it has not been taught. After discovering that Yang Ning was the person she was looking for today, the master of the colorless nunnery was already a little hesitant, but she couldn't stop for a while because of the return of the order, but Ximen Rin's sneak attack gave her the best opportunity to give up killing Yang Ning, otherwise no matter how reckless her temperament was and how weird her temper was, she would not make such a reluctant move. It's just that at that time, she was still worried about the original promise, didn't think about the joints clearly, and even seriously injured Zijing, but at this moment, she was about to kill Ximen Rin, but the colorless nunnery owner remembered the vague promise at the beginning, if she pretended to be confused, and only killed Ximen Rin, she would have been able to accuse himself with righteous words, as for the matter of returning the order, at this moment, under the joy in the heart of the colorless nunnery, she unconsciously saw it lightly, not to mention that she knew it in her heart, not to mention Yan Zishuang, it was Yue Qiuxin, since there was no evidence to accuse herself of breaking the contract, then according to the temperament of these two masters and apprentices, she would rather get it back in the future than risk offending herselfand take back the order of return.

After figuring out what was going on, the sword momentum of the colorless nunnery lord became more and more decisive, and the true qi was more and more unreservedly stimulated, and between the sword light, it had already smashed Ximen Rin's desperate counterattack, and a sword stabbed into his heart, Ximen Rin's expression was gloomy, looking at the figure of the colorless nunnery master, waiting for the fate of a sword piercing his heart. But at the moment when Ning Qing brazenly penetrated the clothes on Ximen Rin's chest, and wisps of sword qi touched the soft skin, Ximen Rin's eyes changed, no longer the despair of facing death, but a surprise and touch. The Colorless Nunnery Master's heart moved, and he already felt that a force that was enough to destroy the world was approaching him, and it was clearly close at hand. Before she could figure out what was going on, the Colorless Nunnery Master had already struck her with a backhand, but at this moment, a stinging pain that made her cold heart hit from the back of her heart, and compared to the intense pain, what spread faster was a violent and unruly xenomorph true qi, which came from the sword wound in the back heart, although it was not as dense and strong as the Colorless Nunnery Master's true qi, but the pure and powerful was still excessive, and where the xenomorph true qi passed, it was like a burning city, and there was a wisp of feminine and bitter cold in the fierceness, like a bone-attached sword, which could not be dispersed, and invaded directly to the heart vein。 This is exactly the heart method passed down by the martial arts sect, if it is normal, the colorless nunnery master can also calmly dissolve, but today she has repeatedly urged the true qi, the meridians have been injured and not light, and when she is urging the sword qi with all her strength, the protective true qi is inevitably weak, this sword is taking advantage of the void to enter, and before the colorless nunnery master's true qi turns back in time to protect each other, the heart veins have been broken inch by inch.